Free Love In Alaska (The Love In 50 States Series Book 2) by Shelby Gates Page B

brushing mine over and over, one of his hands playing lightly with my nipple. I bucked harder against him and he quickened his pace, pumping into me with newfound urgency.
    I arched beneath him, the slow, pulsating wave building inside of me. I hated that the condom was between us, and, for one fleeting moment, I thought about ripping it off of him and damn the consequences.
    But I wasn't that brave.
    His mouth was on my ear again and I wrapped my arms around him. I used every ounce of strength I had to roll him over onto his back.
    His eyes opened wide. “Jess.”
    “Evan,” I whispered back.
    He'd slipped out of me. I straddled him, wrapped my hand around him, lifted up and guided him back into me. He felt longer, bigger now, and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely. His hands were on my hips and his eyes were half-open, his blue eyes almost black with desire.  I wanted to see him when he came.
    When I made him come.
    I moved against him, lifting up and down, controlling our movement. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the musky smell of sex scented the tent. His mouth closed over my breast and I gasped again and picked up the tempo. He stiffened inside of me and his fingers tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my flesh. I lifted up just slightly, resting my forehead on his, my hips pumping up and down. He held on and thrust harder.
    “Now,” I whispered, my voice raw with desire. Our eyes were open, an inch apart, like neither of us wanted to miss it.
    A flash of heat rose inside of me, threatening to erupt.
    “Now,” I said again.
    The pressure built inside of me and I bucked on him, moaning as I found my release, writhing against him. He gasped and spasmed inside of me—once, twice, then I lost count, our foreheads touching, our bodies melded together.
    The waves gradually subsided and my body went slack. I collapsed on top of him, my head falling on to his shoulder. He was still inside of me and his hands had moved from my hips to my back. I started to move off of him, but his arms stiffened and he held me in place, one hand shifting so he could stroke my hair.
    In the stillness, I could hear the rain pelting the tent, the sound like a beating dream. I shut my eyes as my breathing slowed and I nuzzled up against his neck. His arms wrapped tighter around me. I wanted to open my eyes to look at him, to talk to him.
    But exhaustion covered me like a blanket and I drifted off.

ELEVEN
     
    I woke in the exact same position, still on top of him, still naked, still inside the sleeping bag. I shifted my head to look at him and he smiled back at me.
    “Hey,” he said.
    “Hey,” I said. “Sorry.”
    “For sleeping? Don't be. You kept me warm. Again.”
    “I wasn't out for long, was I?”
    “Hour or so?”
    I snapped my head up. “What?”
    He chuckled. “Maybe fifteen minutes.”
    I slapped at his chest, but laid my head back down against him. “You could've pushed me off.”
    He kissed the top of my head. “I didn't want to. And listen? Do you hear that?”
    I listened. “It's not raining.”
    “It stopped almost as soon as you went out,” he said. “We might be able to make it back today after all.”
    “Oh, wow,” I said, not sure how I felt about that bit of news. “Okay.”
    “And, this is totally awkward,” he said, stroking my hair again. “But we should probably disengage.” He lifted his hips so I would know what he was talking about. “So nothing gets lost...”
    I laughed against his shoulder. “Right.”
    I shifted my hips slightly and he reached his hand down between our bodies. I felt him slide out of me.
    “Still on,” he said, rolling away from me. “Give me a second.”
    I buried my head against the sleeping bag to give him some privacy.
    A moment later he rolled back into me. “Okay. Sorry. No easy way to do that, I guess.”
    I snuggled into him. “I like that you said something.”
    “You liked that I said I should get the condom out of you