Free Captive Heart by Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell

every crevice of her mouth, teasing her lips, slowly tempting her tongue to play with his.
    She was stuck between a rock and the wall, and she had never felt safer. The warmth of his body dispelled all discomforts of the cold. Her feet began to ache at the extended position, but she didn’t care. Her leg seesawed restlessly against his; her soft inner thigh brushed against his, which was harder and rougher by contrast.
    She wrapped herself around him, every movement sending his arousal higher into the stratosphere. Tapping reserves of control he hadn’t known he had, Day pulled away. His breathing ragged, he rested his forehead against hers for a few seconds. Every instinct, every cell in his body, screamed for him to take what she offered.
    “Not here. There’s not enough room,” he murmured half to himself before bending to pick her up. She fit easily in his arms as he stepped out of the shower, grateful he’d put the towel down earlier. Slipping over with her in his arms would just kill the mood dead.
    Quick strides took them into the bedroom. Day stopped in front of the bed, holding her dark brown gaze with his own. He felt every soft curve and hollow as she slid against him. He shivered, fighting the urge to spread her over the bed and bury himself in her soft, welcoming body.
    But he couldn’t. From the pleading look in her eyes earlier to her hesitant manner now, he could tell she needed this. Not so much him, but this. An affirmation of life. His heart twisted in his chest for a moment. Take what’s offered, Day, and don’t think about the rest. He locked the unformed thoughts away and took her lips again in a blazing kiss.
    Tears rolled down her cheek, and he swept them away with his thumb as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept out and stroked her top lip, his heart thundering as she opened easily for him. Everything about her, every response, was perfect. As though she had been made for him and him alone.
    Now, now, Day. Don’t go getting carried away. She’ll get over this, get over you, and return to her old life .
    He shook his head mentally, ignoring the voice again. She’d offered him heaven, and he intended to taste it fully before it slipped away.
    Slowly, he eased her back onto the bed until she lay full length and he leaned over her. She was so tiny compared to his larger frame. He felt like a brute in comparison. He stroked his hand along her thigh, stopping to marvel at the difference between their skin. The sensual difference of his hair-roughened thigh and her smooth, silky one.
    His hand traveled higher, smoothing into the curve of her waist before he cupped her breast and flicked his thumb over her nipple. Her sharp intake of breath made him smile. “You like that, huh?”
    Her eyes drifted shut again as he played with her breast. Her back arched and filled his hand with her flesh as she moaned. He flicked her nipple again, and she gasped. “Oh, yes. Very much,” she whispered, almost a whimper. She raised her arms over her head and grabbed handfuls of the sheets, restraining herself. Presenting herself to him.
    “Christ, you’re killing me here.” He groaned at the sight and leaned down to replace his thumb with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tight peak once, twice, then sucked it into his mouth. He splayed his hands over her ribcage and suckled lightly, rolling the engorged flesh against his lips and tongue.
    It wasn’t enough. It was never going to be enough. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her taut stomach. He paused at her hip, fascinated by the silky skin of her belly. He kissed lightly, chuckling as she started.
    “You’re very…ah…n-n-naughty…” she managed as he continued his delightful exploration.
    He chuckled, his lips against her skin. “Oh, I can get worse than this,” he promised, moving lower. His hands, more used to dealing with weaponry than the delicate curves of a woman’s body, gently urged her thighs apart as he settled himself