Free Deadly Strain (Biological Response Team) by Julie Rowe Page B

high enough to recognize it was his turn to lose it.
    She sucked his tongue into her mouth, opened his pants and took him in hand. Not a small job. He filled her palm, a handful and then some, his length a delicious tease.
    He growled into her mouth, took over the kiss, and his hands were everywhere. Touching her, grasping her, making her wish they were naked in a bed with a locked door between them and the rest of the world.
    When he came, his whole body shook, his head falling back as he gave himself over to it. She stroked him until the shaking stopped.
    His head came down and he looked at her like she was someone he’d never seen before. “Penetration, huh?”
    His question cleared the haze clouding her mind.
    “Oh my God,” she breathed. She was plastered to him, his taste in her mouth, his lips so close to hers she could feel every breath he exhaled on her face. Her hand full of his cock. “We just...”
    Had sex. In a cave. With God only knows how many bad guys trying to kill them.
    She didn’t even want to think about the best-friends label she’d stuck on his forehead, now irrevocably ripped off.
    He must think her a fool. She let go of his erection, now at only half-mast, and tried to jerk herself out of his arms. “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have—”
    “Whoa,” he interrupted, kissing her temple and gathering her close despite the stiffness of her body. “Nothing to be sorry about. I started it.”
    “Then I attacked you.” She rested her head against his shoulder and relaxed a little. How was she ever going to look him in the face again?
    “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting it,” he said. “I figured kissing you might distract you a little from the shit we’d been through, but you know, if I have to defend myself against a beautiful woman and give her an amazing orgasm...” He sighed theatrically. “It’s hard being me.”
    She snorted into his shirt. Shock. That must be what she was feeling. There could be no other explanation for the burst of humor grabbing hold of her frazzled nerve endings and calming them. Not only calmed, but made their situation a tiny bit humorous.
    She lifted her head and looked him right in the eye. “You are the strangest guy I have ever met.”
    He raised a brow. “That’s a good thing, ’cause a minute ago you were trying really hard to fly apart.”
    “Yeah. I guess I was.” Now what was she going to do? How was she going to look at his face without remembering the expression he wore when his own orgasm overtook him? She shivered, the pleasure in watching him a glow warming her from the inside out.
    “Hey,” he whispered into her ear. “Can you move back a little so I can get at my pocket?”
    Her hand was sticky, and she scooted backward, intending to get off him entirely. He stopped her.
    “Whoa, hold still.”
    She froze. Had she done something wrong?
    He opened a pocket and pulled out a package of Wet Wipes. After quickly cleaning himself, he offered her one, as well. He took it from her when she was done and put the used wipes into a small sealable plastic baggy from the same pocket.
    “What else have you got in there?” she asked, momentarily distracted.
    “Shampoo, hand sanitizer and a little Vaseline.”
    She blinked. “Vaseline?”
    “Yeah, you never know when you’re going to need to lubricate...something.”
    She swallowed hard, staring at his chest. “How bad did we just screw up?”
    He didn’t answer right away, and after a few seconds, she finally looked up to meet his gaze.
    He considered her for a long moment. “You know I care about you, right?”
    She nodded.
    “And you care about me?”
    She nodded again.
    “Then where’s the mistake? ’Cause I don’t see one. We needed each other.”
    “That’s it?” She couldn’t quite believe it was as simple as he made it sound.
    “Does it have to be complicated? Would you have rather screamed murder at the top of your lungs?”
    “I suppose not, it’s just...intimacy