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  “Thank you for setting up my tent,” she said as he kissed the edges of her mouth, working his way down her neck, making all her best parts buzz with desire.

  “I couldn’t let my girl do it all by herself.”

  “That was really sweet of you,” she said as he tugged the neckline of her shirt down with his teeth and kissed her breastbone. Lord, that’s hot. He dragged his tongue along her collarbone, his warm breath sending shivers of heat racing down her chest as she gathered her courage and said, “I was kind of hoping we would share one tent tonight.”

  Their eyes connected, and for a beat everything stilled. She could barely see past the desire burning within her as his mouth claimed hers, hard and demanding, kissing her like he was never going to let her go. Yes! Please! He intensified the kiss. His hands slipped from hers, and he cradled her face as if he wouldn’t take a chance of her breaking their connection—or he couldn’t get enough of her. Lord knew she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Her hips rose beneath him and he gyrated his hard length against her, obliterating her ability to think. His fingers tangled in her hair, angling her mouth so he could take the kiss even deeper. She’d dreamed of this moment, fantasized about how and when and if—but nothing could ever have prepared her for the way the rest of the world failed to exist, or the incredible heightening of her senses. She heard his every breath, felt each powerful stroke of his tongue as if it were in slow motion, dragging her under, dangerously intoxicating. Their hearts slammed out a frantic rhythm, and their bodies rocked and arched. She clawed at his back, her knees opening wider, wanting every plane of him touching her. Wanton sounds streamed from her lungs, and he made an utterly male noise that sped through her, revving her up, making her needier, greedier for more.

  She tugged at the back of his shirt. “Off,” she said into their kiss.

  He reached over his back with one hand and yanked his shirt over his head as she grabbed the hem of hers.

  “Mine too.” She rose beneath him, and he helped her take off her shirt.

  She pushed at her bra straps, and he made quick work of ridding her of that, too. She fell back to the sleeping bag, and he lowered his chest to hers. His skin was warm and soft, his muscles hard, a heady combination made even more enticing by the hunger and emotions in his eyes. She ran her hands up his arms, reveling in his strength, anxiously awaiting another kiss. He held her gaze and brushed his lips teasingly over hers before moving lower, kissing her chin, her neck, and placing openmouthed, mind-numbing kisses across each shoulder. He took his time, each kiss chased by goose bumps, every touch making her tremble and shake. She closed her eyes. Every kiss was slow and tender, as if he were savoring every second of his journey from her shoulder to the swell of her breasts.

  He teased her nipples between his finger and thumb, kissing the valley between her breasts. The tantalizing sensations were almost too much to bear. She felt like she might burst. The air rushed from her lungs as he ran his tongue around her nipple, circling one, then the other, in a maddening rhythm, making her body hum with anticipation. His hot breath coasted over the wet trails, sending ice and heat crashing through her.

  “Ty, please.” She grabbed his head, arching up as he lowered his mouth over one taut peak. “Oh God, yes—”

  TY WAS IN heaven, finally able to love Aiyla the way he craved. Every stroke of his tongue brought another tremor, more sinful sounds from her beautiful mouth. He wanted to stay right there, earning more wanton noises, feeling the need in her building beneath him. But it wasn’t nearly enough. His cock throbbed, his heart ached, and every taste brought more dark, lascivious thoughts. He slicked his tongue along the center of her body, down her belly, but had to return to her gorgeous breasts again and again, loving the way she writhed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more. Her breasts were warm and full, and he filled his palms with them as he kissed his way down the center of her body again, and she made more greedy sounds. Thrills bolted through him. Fuck. He wanted to hear that sound in his sleep. He wanted to be that sound, heating her up inside until she couldn’t hold back.

  He dragged his tongue around her belly button and sank his teeth into the surrounding tender skin, sucking hard enough to cause a sting that he knew she’d feel between her legs. She bowed up beneath him, her fingers digging into his scalp, sending spikes of pleasure and pain straight to his cock.

  “Oh my God—”

  “Too much?” he asked quickly, kissing the tender spot he’d caused.

  “No, no, no. Don’t stop.”

  “I’m not stopping, baby. Not now, not ever.”

  He loved her belly, sucking and biting, kissing and caressing, as her nails dragged across his shoulders, digging into his skin. He drank in every sexy moan. His heart hammered against his ribs as he unbuttoned her jeans. She pushed at the waist, shoving them down her hips, and he was quick to comply, tossing them, and her pretty panties, aside. He slipped off her socks, and was momentarily overwhelmed at his beautiful, trusting girlfriend laying bare before him. Her hair fanned out around her, her hands fisted in the sleeping bag, her skin flushed and gorgeous. Emotions bubbled up inside him, his heart swelling to painful proportions. He went a little wild, carefully kissing his way up her legs, around her knees, and lavished her thighs with wet, heated kisses, until she was moaning, her sex glistening temptingly, luring him in. There was no holding back, no slowing down, as he lowered his mouth between her legs and her essence spread over his tongue. He couldn’t suppress a groan at his first taste of her sweetness.

  Her hips rose, and he grabbed hold of them, his forearms trapping her thighs against the sleeping bag as he devoured her sex. His tongue thrust in deep, then slicked along the length of her swollen lips. He teased over her most sensitive nerves with his fingers. Her thighs flexed, and when he sealed his mouth over her sex again, she cried out.

  Her hand flew over her mouth, silencing her magnificent sounds. Her hips bucked in fast, jerking movements, but he didn’t relent. He filled his hands with her sweet ass, lifting her to a better angle, and took her right up to the edge again, holding her there, teasing her with his tongue and earning a series of muffled gasps and pleas.

  “Ty!” came out as a whispered demand. “Please!”

  He thrust two fingers into her velvety heat and sucked her clit between his teeth.

  “Oooooooh!” Her body quaked and quivered, rising beneath him. Her heels dug into the ground as she came, crying, “Ty!” so loud he was sure it echoed in the forest.

  He was okay with that. He wanted the entire world to know she was his—and he was hers. So damn hers. She fucking owned him.

  When she came down from the peak, panting and trembling, he kissed her inner thighs, her sex, her belly, and went back again for another taste between her legs, before stripping off his jeans and sheathing his cock. She clung to his biceps as he came down over her, aligning their bodies and gazing into her eyes.

  “I always thought I was living the life I wanted, but from the moment I met you, I knew I was wrong.” The words came unbidden, but he wanted her to feel their powerful truth. “I was living the best life I could without the only person who could complete me. You’re the life I want, Aiyla. You by my side, in my bed, sharing adventures, every moment of every day.”

  “Love me, Ty. Let me feel everything you’ve been holding back.”

  As their bodies came together, adrenaline and love whooshed through him, sending him higher as he cradled her body against him and they found their rhythm. They made love slowly and tenderly, then fast and demanding. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders as he clutched her hips, lifting and angling, loving her deeper, harder.

  “There, there!” she cried out. “Don’t stop!”

  Stop? Nothing could stop him now. Heat coursed through his veins, down his spine, burning hotter with every thrust. She felt so tight, so good. When she cried out his name again, his mouth descended upon hers, swallowing every erotic sound, pulling him deeper into her, until h
e succumbed to his own powerful release.

  Chapter Seven

  AIYLA AWOKE THE next morning to the feel of Ty’s lips tickling her waist and trailing up her ribs. She closed her eyes, running her fingers through his soft hair and enjoying every titillating sensation as he rolled her onto her back. His rough hands moved down to her hips as he kissed her neck and jaw the way he knew drove her crazy. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms last night and had awoken a few hours later, enraptured once more. Not exactly the best night’s sleep before a twelve-mile hike, but she didn’t care if she was tired. She didn’t care if she came in last in the race. All that mattered was that fate had stepped in and brought her back to the man who had captured her heart from their first encounter.

  Ty settled his hips between her legs, his hard length nestled against her sex, his eyes dark and alluring as he smiled down at her. “How’s my favorite girl this morning?”

  “Wishing we didn’t have to race today, so we could stay like this all day long.”

  “Mm. I like the sound of that.” He lowered his mouth to hers and dragged his hard length along her entrance until she was wet, her sex pulsing with desire.

  He lowered his mouth to her breast and she arched up, holding him there. “God,” came out in one long breath.

  “You can call me Ty, baby cakes.” He chuckled, and she guided his mouth to her other breast.

  “You make my whole body come alive when you do that.”

  He grazed his teeth over the taut peak, sending electrical pulses between her legs.

  “Ty,” she panted out. “You said you got tested. You’re clean?”

  He lifted his head with a serious expression. “I wouldn’t be with you if I weren’t. I’d never risk your health. Not for anything.”

  She wound her arms around him and lifted her hips, burying the head of his cock inside her. He groaned, his eyes dark and hungry. She had a burning desire, an aching need to feel every inch of him inside her.

  “Careful, baby. I’ve got no control when it comes to you.”

  “Good. I want you to lose control. I’m on birth control, and I want to feel all of you with nothing between us.”

  “Baby” flew from his lips.

  His mouth came down over hers at the same moment he thrust his hips, burying himself to the hilt. They both stilled, and in the next breath they were grasping and groping, their bodies thrusting to an urgent beat.

  “Aiyla, baby,” he said against her neck. “Jesus, our bodies were made for each other.”

  His hands pushed beneath her ass, lifting as her legs circled his waist. He took her harder, groaning low in his throat. His tongue plundered as he pounded into her. Yes! Yes! She reached low on his back, feeling the power of his hips with each magnificent movement as he filled her so completely, stroking over the magical spot that made her thighs lock. Her nails dug into his skin, and she knew it had to hurt, but she couldn’t stop, didn’t want to miss a second of the fiery pleasures burning between them.

  He released her ass, and she met every thrust with a rock of her hips as he buried his fingers in her hair, holding on so tight she felt the sting rippling through her, unleashing waves of ecstasy.

  “Ty! Oh God, Ty—”

  Her climax was pure and explosive, and he kept her at the peak so long her legs shook, her belly burned, and her sex pulsed relentlessly. She felt transported, carried away by dizzying sensations. When he finally slowed his pace, allowing her to come down from the clouds, he took her in a tender, loving kiss. Her body flooded with emotions too big to deny. They’d been there from the very start all those months ago and had grown more powerful with every passing day. Memories of his laughter, his kisses, and his strong hands in hers had nourished those emotions, turning them into invisible cables, binding them together even while they were worlds apart. It was no surprise that now, as he lavished her with his love, they were soaring to a new level.

  He pressed his cheek to hers, dragging his hard length in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. “You anchor me, baby. Heart, mind, and soul. I’m yours, every blessed inch of me.”

  Fire spread through her as his lips came coaxingly down over hers, quickly overridden by the turbulence of their passion. Tingles began in her legs and engulfed her core, until her body shuddered in ecstasy, and it was all she could do to remember how to breathe. Ty was right there with her, cradling her beneath him as he followed her into oblivion.

  They lay together for a long while afterward, their bodies tangled and damp from their lovemaking. Ty nuzzled against her neck, his hands moving soothingly over her back. He made her feel safe and special, and they’d lost so many months that could have been spent together. She wished she’d never asked him to leave Switzerland without her.

  “How’s your leg?”

  “Okay, but I need some Motrin.”

  As he handed her the bottle, he said, “Let’s watch the sunrise.”

  “Okay, but I want to get cleaned up first.” She took the meds and set the bottle aside.

  A spark of mischief rose in his eyes. “Good idea. Shower with me.”

  “Where? It isn’t like they set up coed showers just for us.” She laughed.

  He handed her the sweatshirt she’d worn last night and peeked out of the tent as he put on his own. “It’s quiet, too early for anyone else to be awake. We’ll be done before anyone else wakes up.”

  “What if someone catches us?” She pulled on her underwear and shorts.

  He tackled her beneath him. “I’ll say I kidnapped you. Come on. It’ll be fun, and I’m not done putting my hands all over you.”

  That thought, and a few steamy kisses, not only convinced her it was a good idea, but as they tiptoed through the camp, she was excited at the prospect of their secret shared shower.

  “You go in first,” he said at the entrance to the ladies’ room. “Make sure it’s empty so I don’t freak anyone out.”

  She took a step away and he tugged her back. She landed against his chest with an oomph and a smile as he planted a hard kiss on her lips.

  “Can’t go too long without one of those.” He smacked her ass, chuckling as she headed into the bathroom.

  She caught sight of herself in the mirror. A ridiculous grin was plastered on her face, her hair was a knotted mess, and her cheeks were pink from her arousal and the brisk mountain air. She looked happy. Truly, deeply joyful. The last time she was this happy, they were tossing a coin to decide which way to turn on their first adventure together in Switzerland. She was sure they were the luckiest people on earth to have found each other again, and as she checked the stalls, she wondered where they’d go from here. There was no way in hell she was making the same mistake again, but she didn’t want to give up traveling, or her dreams of going to the villages Ms. Farrington had told her about. And she didn’t want Ty to miss out on the places he wanted to go either.

  With the coast clear, she opened the door and motioned for Ty to come in. He put their towels and toiletries in the stall while she pinned up her hair so she wouldn’t have to take the time to dry it before watching the sunrise. They stripped quickly, shivering as the shower heated up. He ran his hands from her thighs to her shoulders, warming her as he guided her beneath the shower spray. Careful not to get her hair wet, he lowered his lips to hers. Their bodies slid against each other. He groped her bottom, caressing each cheek, and she felt him get hard.

  “I love your body, baby,” he said as he soaped up his hands and began washing her.

  He washed along her shoulders, down her arms, all the way to her fingertips as he kissed her. His cock slid against her belly as he bathed her breasts, under her arms, and down her waist, taking his time and caressing every bit of her, until all her nerves were heightened and she was damp between her legs. When he sank down, washing her legs, all the way down to her ankles, the rest of her body missed him, and her hands moved over her breasts, soaking them with bubbles.

  Ty looked up from where he was crouch
ed before her, water falling like rain down his back, sliding along his pecs. Her gaze followed the water sliding down his abs to his eager erection. God, she wanted him again—badly.

  “You keep touching yourself like that and you’re going to get dirty again.” He pressed his lips to her leg as he washed her inner thighs.

  “Do you think that helps?” She shifted her leg, brushing against his hard length, and let her hand drop to the apex of her thighs. “You took away my play toy. What do you want me to do?”

  “Exactly what you’re doing.” He guided her beneath the spray, washing away the soap and watching her every move as she teased over her swollen sex. “Fuck, baby. I could come just watching you touch yourself.”

  Now, there’s an idea.

  He kissed her thighs, his gaze boring into her, making her feel sexy and spurring her on.

  “Lick me,” she said a little nervously, and he brought his mouth to her sex, licking and kissing until she was trembling. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

  He rose, and she pushed him back down by his shoulder. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I want to watch you touch me and yourself.”

  His eyes darkened, but she saw a second of hesitation. “You want me to…?”

  She nodded. She was dying to drop to her knees and taste him, but he made her feel adventurous and safe, and she’d never felt that way with a man before. She’d spent months conjuring all sorts of erotic fantasies with Ty featured front and center. She didn’t want to put off any of their desires, and it made her feel bold and willing to push her boundaries. “I want to watch you, you know…”

  “Fuck, baby. You’ve got a naughty side.”

  “I’ve had lots of time to think about you doing all sorts of things.”