the line of her jaw into perfect range and led his mouth down the elegant column of her neck. Holy fuck , she was delicious. And the ever increasing heat against his bare chest threatened to drive him over the edge despite the pain in his head.
Wet hair slipped through his loosening grip and his hand dropped to her waist, then skimmed back up along the edge of her ribs until he found the underside of her breast. He cupped the full globe then let his fingers find her nipple.
Her sudden hiss of surprise accompanied a hard shove against his chest that nearly sent them both sprawling. "Your head! You can't be up on your feet, Jakob." She stood there, breasts heaving, tempting him beyond reason.
"Probably not but here I am. And I want you." He started to take her into his arms again.
"We can't ."
He caught her hand and drew her into his arms. "Yeah, we can." Emotion threatened to choke him. "Kate, when I first woke up over there, I'd forgotten…I'd forgotten us. I thought I was back in the hot zone, taken prisoner and waiting for interrogation. I need you now, need to push those nightmares further away."
Rather than reply, she stepped away from him, and his heart sank. The rebuff hurt and he had to swallow hard to keep from saying something more. When she tugged his hand, directing him back toward the bedroll, he complied. A protest died on his lips as her jeans started a slow slide down over her hips.
She turned to face him when they reached the blankets and held his gaze with deliberate boldness while she stepped out of the jeans. "Here I am."
Jakob stilled, frenzied need blasting through him. How could he be so fucking lucky? A man could live ten lives and never meet a woman like Kate. Feeling as if he were in another universe, he moved forward and into her arms.
She reached for him, eager, and raised onto her toes, seeking his mouth with hers. Jakob devoured her, as if it were the first time. Driven to possess her as quickly as possible, just in case it was all some terrible mistake, he lowered them to the blankets. His clothing was already gone, apparently removed while he lay unconscious. Only his underwear remained and he took care of getting them out of the way fast.
Kate's nails dug into his ass cheeks when the head of his cock slid along her slit. She arched, trying to position him at her opening, but he resisted and stroked her clit. "Holy fuck, that feels good, baby." He wanted to make it last, but already tension built to unbearable levels at the base of his spine.
Her hiss of need did it. He pulled back to gain access and slid into her, torturing himself and her with a slow glide. Silken heat rippled around him, pulling him deeper. Her heels joined her nails to put delicious pressure on his ass, demanding he give what she wanted. He sank into her over and over, driving them both to the edge.
A sudden deep breath and short moan signaled her impending orgasm and he thrust his hand between them to flick her clit. Kate cried out and writhed under him and he was lost. The blast devastated him, left him weak and breathless.
His breathing started to slow a little but the pounding in his head increased exponentially. Fuck. He had to say something, just in case. "Kate, I love you." Nothing but shocked silence in reply. Despair tried to sink in but he pushed it back.
"You don't have to say that Jakob. And I don't want you to say it and regret it. We just don't know each other well enough."
Then why the heartbreak and sorrow in her voice?
Fuck. His head hurt.
Chapter Seven: Rita
The road felt endless to Rita. Mile markers and exits they didn't take were the only way to mark the passage of miles. That, and Falon stopped every so often to try to reach Barger again. They called and called, trying every number they'd found connected to either Jakob Barger or Kate Holt, all to no avail.
Darkness started to settle gently and gave the air a slight chill. Falon pulled into the next rest area so they could stretch