When her head was spinning from his kiss, he rose up and took her hands in his and brought her up to stand with him. He brought her naked body tight against his, his T-shirt rubbing her nipples and his jeans abrading her soft skin.

  His hands slipped into her hair and grasped a handful, then pulled her head back, catching her off guard. “I told you I like it hard and rough.” His gaze held hers. “Are you sure you can handle me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Louder, Megan,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want it rough and hard.” She swallowed. “I can handle anything.”

  His stare was primal, almost wild. With her head still pulled back, he kissed her throat, biting her with small nips of his teeth and tongue. She clung to his biceps as his mouth reached her nipple and then she cried out when he lightly bit it.

  He released her hair as he stepped back and pulled his T-shirt over his head and ditched it. He took her into his arms and her nipples brushed his bare chest as he moved her around so that he could sit on the bunk and take off his boots and socks.

  “I want you to play with your breasts.” His words were a demand.

  Embarrassment flooded her. She’d never touched herself in front of a man.

  “Come on, Megan.” One of his boots thumped on the camper floor as he let it drop.

  She raised her hands and brought them to her breasts and pushed them together so that her cleavage was deep and her nipples jutted out. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and was surprised at how erotic it felt playing with herself with a man watching. With Ryan watching.

  “That’s it,” he murmured as he let his other boot drop to the floor. “Now touch yourself between your thighs.”

  Heat flushed through her and she hesitated again.

  “You said you could do anything I wanted of you,” he said. “I want to see you do it.”

  She bit the inside of her lip as she slowly let one of her hands slide from her breast, down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. He gave a nod as she watched him and she slipped her finger into her wet folds.

  As she moved her finger over her clit, she felt unbelievably aroused. There was something about doing this with a man she cared about, who she was sure cared about her.

  “Keep playing with your nipple, too.” His voice was rough as he stood and unfastened his belt buckle while he watched her. He pulled his belt out of its loops and held the long strap in both hands.

  Her knees felt almost weak from need as she slid her fingers in and out of her folds and played with her nipple as he watched. He stepped forward and looped the belt around her shoulders, catching her off guard as he pinned her arms to her sides and jerked her to him.

  With her arms pinned, she couldn’t touch herself anymore. He had her in his control. He moved his hand down and slid his fingers into her folds and this time her knees almost gave out.

  “Nice,” he murmured. “You’re so wet. I could slide into you right now and take you ’til you scream. Is that what you want?”

  She swallowed and nodded as his touch brought her closer to orgasm.

  “Say it.” He moved his lips to her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  “I want you to take me.” The words came out soft at first, but then she spoke a little louder. “I want you to take me hard.”

  His smile was so carnal, so heated, that she found herself coming closer to orgasm as he rubbed her clit.

  “Do you want to come?” he asked as he watched her.

  She stared into his eyes. “Yes.”

  “You’re going to have to wait. I’m not going to let you come yet.” He slipped his fingers out of her folds and she gasped at the sudden loss of contact.

  He cupped the side of her face and kissed her. She moaned as he devoured her lips and made her feel like he was showing her how much he cared. Tender yet insistent.

  When he took a step back, he moved his belt from her shoulders and fastened it around her at her waist and elbows. Then he watched her as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them over his hips along with his boxer briefs, then kicked them aside.

  His body was magnificent, power evident in his corded muscles. They were well defined, tense, and his jaw was tight as he clenched his hands at his sides like he was going to lose control. A light sprinkling of hair was on his chest and his features were dark and intense.

  She looked at the length and girth of his cock—he was so big. She ached between her thighs at the thought of having him inside her.

  He stepped closer and took her by her shoulders. “On your knees,” he said, the power in his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

  With her elbows pinned to her waist she felt off balance as she started to kneel, but he steadied her as he continued to hold her by the shoulders while she went down.

  When she was on her knees, his cock was before her face. She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes, feeling as if she needed to wait for his next instructions.

  “Suck my cock.” He pressed his erection against her lips. “I know you want to.”

  “Yes,” she said and he pushed his cock into her mouth.

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her hair back again. “I want to see your eyes as you go down on me.”

  His control excited her in ways she had never imagined.

  She took him deep as he guided her with his hand on the back of her head, and she was still unable to move her arms. He tasted salty and good and she loved the way he watched her with fierce intensity.

  He might like being rough and dominant during sex, but she could tell that there was more to it with him. Sex wasn’t just sex between them. She felt it with everything she had.

  “That feels so damn good.” Then his expression grew almost pained as his jaw tensed and he gritted his teeth. He pulled her head back farther and drew his cock out of her mouth. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to take you hard.”

  “Yes,” she whispered as she looked up at him.

  He released her hair and caressed the back of her head then took her by the shoulders. “I want you to stand.” When she was on her feet, he kissed her. “That was so hot,” he murmured as he drew away. “Watching my cock going in and out of your mouth.”

  She licked her lips. “I loved it.”

  He unfastened the belt from around her arms and waist. “Sit on the edge of the bunk then lie on your back.”

  She obeyed and he knelt between her knees, pushing them apart with his big shoulders. She tingled between her thighs as his naked body pressed against her bare skin and she ached for his touch.

  As she watched him, he slid two fingers into her core and her eyes widened as she arched into his touch. He started moving his fingers in and out, down to his knuckles. With his eyes fixed on hers, he lowered his head and licked her folds in one long swipe.

  Her cry was almost a shout from the sensations that hit her hard. As he licked and sucked her clit he reached up and palmed her breasts and played with her nipples.

  Fire seared her as she began approaching orgasm at once. She came closer and closer to the peak, light growing brighter in her mind.

  “That’s it,” he murmured as he raised his head. “I want you to come.”

  He made a rumbling sound as he put his mouth back on her and sucked her clit.

  She came so hard her hips bucked against his face. Every sensation, every thought spiraled in her mind as her body shuddered from the power of her climax. He continued to lick her until she couldn’t take anymore.

  Her body was still throbbing as he rolled her onto her belly. “On your knees.”

  She started to get on all fours but he braced his hand on the back of her head and held her down in a dominant hold so that she was on her knees, her face against the blanket, her forearms on the bed. He was still standing, the bunk at the perfect height to take her from behind.

  He released her head and she heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. Her heartbeat sounded louder in her ears as she felt his cock pressing against the entrance to her core.

  She started to raise her head to get on her hands and knees and rock back, but he put his hand on her neck, holding her down as he grasped her hip with his other hand.

  He drove in hard and fast. She cried out from the sudden fullness and the depth that he reached. He started thrusting in and out and she moaned from the incredible feel of his cock inside her. His hips slammed against her ass and his hand gripped her tight.

  “Do you like that, baby?” He continued taking her hard. “Do you like it rough?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”

  He drew his cock out of her. “On your back now.”

  She obeyed and looked into his eyes and saw the wild light there that made the flutters in her belly even more frantic. He drew her legs around his waist as he pressed between her thighs. She crossed her ankles behind him as he drove in and out of her so hard her breasts bounced with every thrust.

  He leaned over her and grasped her large breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples as he took her. She loved the feeling of him inside her, loved the way he looked at her. More than lust was in his eyes…a deep intense look of caring was there, too. He might like it hard and rough, but he also shared a connection with her that was almost tangible.

  A climax came rushing toward her as their gazes held, and then she came with a cry that had to have echoed through the forest. The look in his eyes made the orgasm even stronger and it seemed to carry on longer than she ever remembered happening before. It was the most amazing orgasm she’d ever felt.

  She watched as his jaw tensed and the look in his eyes somehow grew darker than before.

  He came with a growl, a rumbling sound that sent vibrations through her. He moved in and out of her as he stretched out her orgasm along with his. She thought that neither of their orgasms would ever end. They seemed to last forever.

  And then he drew out of her and braced his arms to either side of her chest, breathing hard with sweat rolling down his forehead. He looked at her a long moment then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly.

  He adjusted her on the bed so that he could lie down beside her. When he was settled, he propped himself up on his elbow and forearm as she rested on her back. He looked down at her and smiled as he brushed her hair from her face.

  “Was I too rough?” he asked. “I couldn’t control myself with you.”

  “You weren’t too rough.” She smiled. “I loved every moment.”

  He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. “I love the woman you are. I love everything about you.”

  She swallowed as she looked up at him to read the meaning in his eyes. He appeared so focused on her that he might be unaware of everything around him but her. Caring was there, the same caring she’d seen all day. He hadn’t hidden it from her and she didn’t think she was reading him wrong.

  Just how much he cared for her, she didn’t know, but it was there.

  She reached up and touched the side of his face. “I feel the same way you do.”

  He smiled and lowered his head and kissed her again. When he drew away he reached for a blanket at the foot of the bed and pulled it over them before settling himself so that he could bring her into his arms, her head resting on his chest.

  A loud crash startled Megan awake.

  The sound came from outside the camper. Ryan was already out of bed and putting on his clothes.

  Her heart pounded as she sat in bed holding the blanket to her naked breasts. “What is it?”

  He looked out the window. “A bear. Looks like he got ahold of the trash.”

  She put her hand over her mouth before she lowered her hand and said, “I forgot to seal it and put it in the back of the truck.”

  Another crash caused her to jump.

  “It’s tearing up camp.” Ryan reached into the drawer beside the bunk and drew out his pistol. “I’ll scare it off.”

  Her eyes widened. “Are you sure? Are you going to shoot it?”

  “Bears are scared of humans.” He reached for the door handle. “No, I don’t plan on shooting it. This is just to help scare it off.”

  A third crash and Ryan jerked open the door, swept his gaze over the scene, and shouted, “Get out of here,” in a loud, powerful voice.

  Megan scrambled into her T-shirt and jeans as she peered out the door and watched Ryan make a bunch of noise and holler. The creature gave a guttural cry then turned and lumbered into the forest.

  Heart pounding, Megan stood in the doorway and stared in the direction the bear had disappeared. “Will it come back?”

  “Not likely.” Ryan shook his head. “But let’s clean up the trash to avoid anymore nighttime visitors.”

  “Oops.” Sheepishly, she looked at him. “I’m the one who’s afraid of bears and I led one right to us.”

  He laughed. “I think it wasn’t just the trash. We forgot about those left over s’mores.”

  She couldn’t help but keep looking over her shoulder, wondering if the bear would show up again, as she helped Ryan gather all of the trash scattered across the campsite and seal it all in a new bag. They also righted the camping table and chairs.

  When they were finished, he put the sealed bag in the back of the truck where a bear couldn’t climb then put his arm around her shoulders and walked to the camper. He let her head up first and then he closed the door and locked it behind them.

  She slid out of her clothes again and climbed into bed and into his arms. His warm, naked body heated hers through.

  It wasn’t long until she slipped back into dreamland, Ryan’s powerful embrace chasing her fears away.

  Chapter 14

  Megan woke to sunshine and the feel of a warm naked body next to hers. She opened her eyes and saw Ryan watching her.

  He skimmed a finger along her arm. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  She smiled at him. “It certainly is a good morning.”

  He trailed his finger up one breast to her nipple. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

  “Yes.” She placed her hand on his hard chest. “But if you keep that up I might not let you out of bed.”

  His smile was entirely sexual. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “Hmmm…” She played with his flat nipple. “Let me think about that.”

  The flare in his eyes was unmistakable. He rolled her onto her back and moved between her thighs, causing her belly to swoop. He reached into the drawer near the head of the bunk and pulled out a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth then sheathed his cock.

  She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he slid inside her and she let out his name on a gasp of pleasure.

  He moved in and out of her, his gaze focused on hers. His stokes were smooth and slow as he watched her. The way he looked at her made her feel like she really was beautiful.

  An orgasm started to build inside her and her mind started to whirl. When she saw the tenseness in his jaw, she knew he was close to coming, too.

  Her back arched as her climax tore through her and she cried out. Her thoughts whirled and she was barely conscious of Ryan. But she felt his body cord and then he was groaning as his cock throbbed inside her.

  He hugged her then braced his arms and looked down at her. “That was a fantastic way to start out the morning.”

  She smiled. “Incredibly amazing.”

  He eased off of her and slid off the bunk, then ditched the condom in a small trashcan. He held out his hand. “Ready to get up?”

  She took it. “Can’t wait to see what you have planned for the rest of today.”

  First thing, Ryan built a fire and heated some water to wash up. Megan washed her face and sponged off then dressed in a T-shirt, shorts, and sturdy athletic shoes. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

  When she came out of the camper, she smelled bacon at once and saw a platter of bacon nearby, along with hash browns. He was frying eggs in the cast iron pan on the grate.

  She held her hand to her belly that growled instantly. “That smells wonderful.” She reached the fire pit and felt heat on her skin. “I’ll get the plates and forks.”

  He smiled gestured toward the camping table. “Everything is over there.”

  She grabbed what they needed, including a couple of paper towels. They ate everything he’d made.

  “Breakfast was incredible,” she said and reached for his empty plate.

  He handed it to her, and she took everything and put it into the garbage bag by the camping table while he cleaned up wrappers and the frying pan.

  “Are you up for a hike?” He gestured in the opposite direction of the lake. “We can drive in over there and go up to one of the fire towers.”

  “I’d love to,” she said.

  They put out the campfire and made sure the garbage and food was in the camper, then drove a good distance into the forest. After he parked, they started hiking up the mountainside. Through the trees she could see the tower that was a good distance above them.

  As they hiked, Ryan pointed out different plants and named the varieties, and he was familiar with a lot of the bird species, too. By the time they reached the fire tower, she was out of breath, but she felt fantastic. The clean, fresh scent of the cool air was invigorating and the hike with Ryan had been exhilarating.

  She looked out at the forest spread out below them. “The view is incredible.”

  “Let’s see if the spotter is here and maybe he’ll let us climb up into the tower,” Ryan said.

  She looked dubiously at the tower. “That looks really high. I think I might suddenly be afraid of heights.”

  He grinned. “It’s worth it.”

  Ryan climbed up the tower and a panel in the floor opened. She saw him talking to someone but couldn’t hear what he was saying.

  He looked down and waved to her. “Come on up.”

  She bit her lip but went to the tower. She put her hands and one foot on the metal rungs and looked up.

 

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