Primal Calling by Jillian Burns Read Free Book Online

was soft and hugged his firm chest. He smelled clean and crisp, slightly of oil, but with just the right amount of musky man sweat. With a sigh, she laid her head down on his shoulder and nuzzled her cold nose into his warm neck.
    He stopped midstride. “Don’t.”
    No doubt he intended to sound threatening. But right now all she heard was the hunger in his voice, and the promise in his tone. And her body answered with its own primal need. She raised her head.
    He started walking again.
    Well. That put her in her place.
    He set her gently on her feet behind a short shrub, walked a few paces away and turned his back.
    Mortification filled her. She just couldn’t. “I have some tissues and wet wipes in my purse. Would you mind?”
    â€œWhat about the wolves?”
    She had to think about that. Which was worse? No contest. “I’ll take my chances with the wolves.”
    Before trudging off to find her purse, he grunted, but it sounded more like a covered-up laugh.
    If her fans could see her now. Serena of the “make no apologies for requiring five-star accommodations” fame. Who never stayed anywhere without a spa and a pillow-top mattress. Now her nails were chipped and broken, her hair was a rat’s nest of tangles and she’d just peed out in the open wilderness. And she had the hots for a scruffy-faced mountain man who’d just as soon she dropped dead.
    A long, lonesome wolf’s howl sounded way too close. “Max?”
    Nothing.
    Great. Here she was with her backside hanging out in the wind. She reached to pull her pants up and—something big rustled in the shrub right next to her then bumped into her leg. She jumped back and screamed, scrambling to pull up her jeans.
    Max came pouncing into the bush, brandishing his knife in one hand and her purse in the other. “What is it?”
    She threw herself against him and pressed her nose into his chest. “Something scuttled past me down there.”
    Dropping her purse, he grabbed up the lantern and searched the shrubs. “Probably just a marmot or a woodchuck.”
    He’d come to her rescue prepared to fight off whatevermight have hurt her. Check off number two on the sexy he-man list. She jerked her head up to look into his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
    His face was unreadable. He had a grease smear on his left temple. But his eyes, they gave away his true feelings.
    She rose up on her toes and kissed his lips.
    He pulled away, his eyes flared in surprise. Then, with a hoarse groan, he swept her up into his arms again and headed double-time for the airplane. She kissed his neck, behind his ear, along his jaw and finally covered his mouth.
    The ferocity of his lips as he took control of the kiss stunned her, but only for a split second. She gripped the sides of his face and matched his passion with her own. Lips, teeth, tongue all met their equal in giving pleasure.
    There was fumbling behind her and then she was set into the pilot’s seat. His mouth not letting her go, he followed her in. She crawled into the back, reaching for the zipper on her coat, and he followed her.
    There was a frantic tangling of arms and clothes and mouths as he yanked his parka over her head and pulled her coat off her shoulders. She reached for him, but he slapped her hands away as he lifted her sweater, tugged it off over her head and set his lips on her breast, kissing down to the edge of her bra and following the lace across the middle and over to her other breast. His hands squeezed her waist and he groaned, his breath hot against her skin.
    Serena squirmed as if on fire, needing more. She ran her palms beneath his sweatshirt, caressing his pecs and reveling in the light dusting of hair. With her other hand she reached down and cupped the erection straining against his jeans.
    He groaned again and pushed her hand away, panting to catch his breath. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.