Page 30 of Deadly Strain

He wrenched his head away, breathing hard. “Fuck.”

Grace nipped and sucked at his neck, but his hands pushed her away so he could catch her gaze with his.

“Grace, honey, slow down,” he crooned to her.

She blinked, desire a fog clouding her mind. “What?”

“Tell me you’re with me, sweetheart.” His words were spoken with the same gentleness a man might use to coax a wary animal or small child.

The fog lifted and reality, with all its cold, harsh truths, slapped her face.

They’d survived a helicopter crash, killed extremists who would have killed them, and there was no guarantee they would survive the next twenty-four hours, let alone get rescued.

Oh, and her best friend turned out to kiss like something out of her most intimate fantasies.

She still had his cock in her hands.

Fuck it.

She stroked him through his clothing. “I don’t want to slow down or stop.” She did it again and got a groan out of him. “Areyouwithme?”

“Oh, holy fuck,yes,” he hissed between gritted teeth.

She nibbled on his neck again, and was rewarded with hands cupping her ass, his fingers curving under her bottom and stroking her through her pants.

Her breathing had become as ragged as her pulse. What he was doing with his fingers had to be illegal.

“What,” he growled into her ear, “will get you off?”

At that moment, he stroked over her, his fingers finding her clit through her clothes, his thumb rimming the sensitive tissues of her body. It didn’t matter that there were several layers of clothing between them. It felt like they were skin to skin.

She shuddered and whispered in his ear, “Penetration.”

He reacted like she’d shocked him with an electrode. He jerked her up and took her mouth in a kiss so carnal she was shocked they didn’t self-combust. His tongue fucked her mouth while his hands shifted her back until he could open her pants and get his hand down the front of them. His fingers found her clit and began to circle it.

Then he put the other hand down the back of her pants. One long finger entered her and began fucking her hard and fast.

She ground and rocked against him until she thought she was going to lose her mind. The orgasm that resulted blew every circuit she had.

He was still kissing her when she finally came down from the 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—”