Free Proximity by Amber Lea Easton

inside me, Bill. I don't want to wait."
    "Not like this, bad timing," he groaned into her mouth, one hand on her breast and the other sliding down her hip.
    "Yeah, well, I said that earlier, didn't I?" She nipped his lip with her teeth before moving her feet down the back of his thighs. "Or are you the one calling chicken and bailing into the ditch?"
    "Oh, hell, no." Even though she couldn't see him, she felt his smile. He shifted his weight and the hardness of his erection pressed against her lower abdomen.
    She moved her hand down his chest, marveling at the muscles she always knew he had but had never been able to indulge in touching, and wrapped her hand around his penis. Damn, his reputation was well deserved and perhaps downplayed. Not being able to see each other heightened every other sense—the sound of his breath, the weight of his body, the taste of his skin.
    Without waiting for further invitation, he rose up, spread her thighs apart with his, linked his fingers through hers, and thrust inside her with all the intensity the moment had earned.
    She arched her back, linked her ankles over his thighs, and met each of his thrusts with her own. She craved this connection, no longer worried about tomorrow let alone an hour from now. As he filled her, she squeezed his fingers and lifted her head to find his.
    He kissed her again, his mouth hungry as he rammed inside of her, each thrust deeper than before. He released her fingers to prop up himself up on his elbows without breaking their kiss.
    She buried her fingernails into his back when the orgasm tore through her body. She'd never been shy about sex, had always thoroughly enjoyed it, but this felt like more than a simple orgasm. As waves of pleasure rolled into her veins, she sank her teeth into his shoulder and suddenly understood what it meant to make love.
    He shouted his own ecstasy, large body shuddering on top of her, ass clenching as he thrust deep inside her for his release. Chest heaving, he rested his forehead against hers.
    She wished she could see him in that moment. Instead they remained entwined, blind to one another, breath catching between their lips, surrounded by a cave that only a few humans before them had ever seen, and listened to the steady drip of water sliding down the walls.
    When another aftershock started rocking their quiet world, they clung to one another and whispered words of reassurance that it was all going to be okay despite the sounds of chunks of earth crashing down around them.

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    "We need to go back in the water, keep going. For all we know, they're all waiting for us at the rendezvous point," he said, keeping his light focused on the map.
    The longer they waited, the more convinced he became that they could end up trapped.
    "I know you're right." She sat next to him, dressed in her wetsuit and dive vest. With a sigh, she glanced at the water, her expression in the shadows mirroring the mixed-feelings he shared. "I had been holding out hope that Jon, Stewart, and Paul would have shown up in our little piece of paradise."
    He'd been thinking the same thing but refused to confess his concern that they were the only survivors. At least an hour had passed since the initial earthquake, if not longer. They only had a certain amount of air in their tanks, which made too much exploration dangerous. And, with the random aftershocks, he didn't want to get caught in a narrow passage and possibly drown.
    He shoved a restless hand through his hair, hating that she acted so nonchalant about them getting naked and screwing each other's brains out. For someone who had looked at him like he'd sprouted horns at the mere thought of them crossing that line, she now acted like it was an every day occurrence.
    Get it together, Billy Boy , he chided himself. You have much more important things to worry about than what Savannah may or may not be thinking about your lovemaking skills.
    Maybe she's disappointed. He