“You are impossible,” Kier murmurs as he leads the way back to the cabin.
“Well, I didn’t see you trying to stop me.”
When he grabs my hand and tugs me closer, I wrap my arm around his hip. “I’ll admit to getting a great deal of pleasure setting you loose on the unsuspecting.”
I elbow him in the belly. “Set loose? You make it sound like I’m some kind of attack dog.”
He slows, tips my head back, and kisses me right there in the middle of our bleak and depressing surroundings, ignoring Frankie’s heavies trailing us.
If they weren’t there, and we weren’t here, it would be kind of romantic.
After several seconds, Kier lifts his head and my eyes flutter open. “About what he said-”
“No.” I cut him off, my voice firm. “If you want to tell me, you will. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”
Kier kisses me lightly before we continue. “Come on, I have an uncontrollable urge to rip your clothes off you and make you scream all night.”
I grin. “Loudly?”
“Yes.”
“As loud as foxes making that obnoxious noise in the middle of the night, so it’s impossible for anyone to sleep?”
My response provokes a bark of laughter, and I grin, relieved that Jaxon’s attempt at hurting Kier didn’t work.
We’re at the door of the cabin when I suddenly remember my phone. “Oh, crap.”
Kier turns to me with his hand on the door. “What is it, baby?”
“I was going to ask someone-not that it would have gotten me anything-if I could borrow a charger. My phone is nearly dead.”
“I could see if my friend has one,” he offers.
I shake my head. “No, it’s okay. I think I’d rather you got started on the making me scream part before the charger.” My gaze dips to his pants. “Or maybe it’s my turn to make you scream.”
His eyes darken as he shoves the door open, waiting for me to enter before he follows me in. “Really? And how do you intend to do that?”
I back up to the bed, pulling my top over my head before tossing it to the ground as Kier pursues me, stripping his clothes off as he does.
For one second, his eyes shift from my breasts to my shoulder.
“It’s okay. Doesn’t hurt anymore,” I tell him before he can ask.
“Good. Because I’ve spotted an area that I missed giving some attention to earlier,” he murmurs, his gaze returning to my breasts. “A very important area.”
My thighs hit the edge of the bed, and I set to work stripping my jeans off. “Well, that’s going to have to wait.”
By the time he reaches me, he’s naked and so am I. He wraps his arms around me and draws my naked body flush against his as his tongue tangles with mine. I moan from the pleasure of him kissing me, as well as his hot skin pressing against mine.
For long moments, we kiss, taking our time with it. But when Kier’s hands slide up my body to cup my breasts, I break the kiss. “Not yet.”
He studies me with eyes dark with anticipation. “Ah, you have plans for me.”
I grip his hips and turn us so his back is to the bed, and then I shove him onto it.
He gazes up at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. “You know, you could’ve just asked me to lie down.”
I go down to my knees, my gaze sweeping over his strong, hard body. “Yes, but what would be the fun of that? Now, quit talking to me, I have plans.”
As I set to work kissing my way up Kier’s body, his hand suddenly tightens in my hair. Confused, I glance up at him, pausing at the softness in his eyes.
He tugs at my hair. “I know you have plans and I don’t intend to disturb them, but come here. I need to kiss you.”
I crawl up his body and sit astride him. With his hand still buried in my hair, I lower my head and kiss him. Minutes pass until I’m ready to just forget my plans altogether. Before I can break the kiss, Kier does.
“What was that for?” I murmur, licking my lips. I can still taste him in my mouth and on my lips. I can’t envision a future where I will ever stop craving his kiss, and him.
“A man never needs a reason to kiss the woman he loves.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that,” I admit quietly.
He tangles his hand in my hair and draws me down for another lingering kiss. “And I don’t think I’ll ever tire of saying it.”
Our next kiss doesn’t go on for as long as the first, but this time, it’s me breaking it. “So, this plan,” he murmurs. “What exactly does it involve?”
I don’t tell him, I get to work showing him instead. It’s a plan that carries us well into the night. And it involves a lot of screaming. From both of us.