Deadly Games - Cate Noble [81]
Rocco tugged several blankets from the middle of the stack and shook them open. “These aren’t too bad. We’ll need to strip down, Gena. If I put our clothes by the fire, they’ll be dry by morning.”
“But, what do I wear?”
Rocco held up a blanket. “It’s better than sleeping in wet clothes. You’re already shivering. Take off everything and wrap up in the blanket.”
He moved to the far corner and began stripping off his own wet clothes and shoes, keeping his back to her. “You decent?” he asked a minute later.
“Yes.” She had a blanket wrapped sarong style around her as she untangled her clothing.
“Be right back.” Rocco took her clothes out with his.
Clay had a roaring fire going now. “Just as well I’m sleeping alone. I’d roast with clothes on.”
Rocco tossed a couple blankets on Clay’s cot, then moved a bench closer to the fire and draped his and Gena’s clothes across it. Clay had stacked up more wood near the fire.
“You need anything else?” Rocco asked.
“Room service?” Clay joked. “Nah, I’m good. Try to get some rest.”
“Holler if you need anything.”
When Rocco returned to the rear room, Gena hadn’t moved. She stared at the flickering oil lamp, looking more vulnerable than when Rocco had first arrived two days ago.
“Lie down, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “There’s nothing we can do till morning.”
She nodded but instead moved closer to him. “Rocco, please hold me.”
He enveloped her in his arms, squeezing her as tight as he dared. “Better?”
She shook her head. “When I found the pilot, I was so scared. I was afraid I’d never see you again.”
“That you were worried about me means a lot, Gena.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “I was frantic to find you, too. Quite frankly, I couldn’t imagine a world without you in it. What would I dream about every night?”
“You … you dream about me?”
“Never stopped.” He probably never would either. “Let’s get you settled.”
“Rocco, make love to me.”
Her words stunned him, even as his body sprang to life, ready to make her words true. He lifted her chin, so he could look into her eyes. The flickering lamplight emphasized the hollows beneath her eyes, but her gaze was steady.
“Are you sure, Gena? Remember this morning?” Had it really only been that morning that they’d been in the Holiday Inn? It seemed light-years ago.
“I’ve been miserable remembering that I had a chance to be with you this morning and I blew it.” She tugged at the blanket at his waist. “I’m sure this time.”
Rocco caught her mouth and kissed her with a ferociousness that startled him. The adrenaline that he’d felt before the crash suddenly seemed to spring back to life.
Gena’s movements were as rushed and eager as his. She broke the kiss and loosened her blanket to stand naked before him. As soon as he tossed away his blanket, her hand closed over his erection. She began to stroke him, moving back against him to rub him with her abdomen as well.
Rocco’s hands closed over her breasts, plumping, massaging. When his fingers tapered down to her nipples, she moaned softly and whispered, “I want you now.”
Rocco looked around the room. The cots wouldn’t hold two thrusting, driving bodies. And he wasn’t about to lay her on the ground. Which only left one option.
“Hold on.” He lifted her straight up.
Gena wrapped her legs around his hips. She still had his cock in her hand and guided him between her legs.
He hadn’t been prepared to enter her so soon, but the feel of her, moist and hot, had him swelling even more. He pressed up and in. Her body was tight, resisting him at first, until Gena surged back against him, pressing her pelvis down.
She gasped as Rocco slid in fully and buried himself to the hilt. Gena pressed kisses across his shoulder, then started raising and lowering her hips.
Rocco could do nothing but hold her. He wanted her breasts in his mouth, he wanted to touch her clitoris, but he couldn’t do any of it. Holding her, letting her control the pace was a divine torture.
He was close to the edge but refused to come until she’d satisfied herself. Gradually