“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered back, opening her arms to him.
But instead of covering her body with his, he settled beside her, propped his head on his hand, and let his gaze travel over her beautiful, naked, inviting body. “Exactly which button did you push that made that wonderful noise?” he asked.
“The ‘vroom, vroom’?”
“No, that sweet little lusty moan.”
“Oh, that noise.” She pointed down at her belly. “You could try pressing here and see what happens.”
Luke dipped his finger into her belly button, and she gasped loudly.
“Nope, that’s not it,” he muttered, walking his fingers toward her breasts.
She immediately stopped him. “Your hands are cold.”
Luke flopped onto his back and folded his cold hands behind his head. “Then I guess the amusement park’s shut down until they warm up.”
“Maybe I can hurry the process along,” she murmured, rolling over and crawling on top of him. She walked her warm fingers up his chest to his shoulders, and leaned down and touched her lips to his. “I wonder what buttons you have,” she said into his mouth. “And what sort of noises I can get youto make.”
She certainly got a groan out of him when she wiggled her hips up the length of his shaft just as her mouth took possession of his. And while she made delicious love to his mouth, Luke tried to think where he’d put his ditty bag.
He suddenly bolted upright, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from falling. “Dammit, the condoms are in the snowcat!”
She leaned away to see his eyes. “We don’t really need them . . . do we?”
“That is one decision we are not making today.”
She shot him a smug smile. “Then we’ll just have to use the condoms I brought.”
Luke reared back. “ Youbrought condoms?”
“Don’t brilliant minds think alike? You’re not the only horny toad in this tent.”
Luke shuddered. “Let’s not refer to ourselves as toads, okay?”
“Ohhhh, do that again,” she said on a moan, wiggling intimately against him. “I think you just found one of my buttons.”
Luke held himself perfectly still. “The condoms.”
“Under my pillow,” she murmured, pulling his face toward hers so she could attack his mouth again.
Luke blindly felt behind him for her pillow while she conveniently worked herself into a really good frenzy, kissing him senseless and running her hands over his shoulders, her nails sending shivers coursing through him. But he suddenly stilled again when he found the condoms and counted out three sleeves.
Three packs per sleeve equaled nine.
Holy hell, did she think he was Superman?
He snatched up one of the sleeves, wrestled his mouth from hers, and set her away. She immediately snatched the packs out of his hand, tore one open, then scooted down his legs and started to roll the condom down over him.
Luke gritted his teeth against the explosion of sensation—both visual and tactile—that shot through every cell in his body as she awkwardly attempted to sheath him. The lantern cast its glow on her beautiful breasts, her movements making her peaked nipples brush his thighs. Her hands caressed his scrotum as her fingers slowly slid down the length of his shaft, and Luke felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead. Which was why just as soon as she was done, he snatched her hands away and rolled on top of her.
“My turn to drive you insane,” he growled, settling between her thighs.
She immediately lifted her hips, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Yes, make me insane,” she pleaded with ragged urgency. “I want to feel you inside me, Luke. Deep, where I ache.”
Her tension was palpable, her desire desperate. Searching for any sign of discomfort, Luke eased himself down until he was poised to enter her, then reached between them and caressed her intimately. She was surprisingly moist and slick and ready for him—except that she seemed to be holding her breath.
“If you pass out, you’re going to miss the best part,” he said with a forced laugh, feeling somewhat desperate himself. He kissed the tip of her nose, then locked his gaze back onto hers. “Close your eyes and picture yourself opening up for me. Feel me sliding into you this first time, Camry, and savor each little rippling sensation.”
He lowered more of his weight and pressed into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him as he brushed his lips over her eyelids, then trailed tiny kisses across her cheek. “Lift your hips,” he said into her ear. “And meet me halfway.”
He felt her heels press into the sleeping bag beside his thighs, and Luke slipped deeper as she lifted toward him. “Feel yourself surrounding me, making me yours,” he continued soothingly when her breath caught on a gasp.
He seated himself fully, capturing her sound of distress in his mouth, then immediately stilled, lifting his head to smile into her wondrous eyes. “Hello, wife.”
She hesitantly smiled back. “H-hello, husband.”
“Are you okay?”
She thought about that, then nodded. “I’m okay. S-so that’s it? This is what I’ve been missing all these years?”
Luke arched a brow. “What exactly were you expecting?”
“Well,” she said, the corners of her mouth turning up, “I guess I expected fireworks or something. Or at the very least, some moaning and shouting.”
He raised his other brow. “I heard moaning.”
Two flags of red appeared in her cheeks. “I meant from you.”
“Oh. Well, Mrs. Renoir, just as soon as you give me the nod that it’s okay to move, I’ll see if I can’t scare up some moaning and shouting.”
“So that’s what’s wrong with this Ferris wheel? It’s not moving?” She made a tsking sound. “And you said you were an experienced operator. Um . . . why are you trembling?” she asked, her hands flexing on his shoulders.
“Because you are so damn hot and tight and beautiful, it’s taking every ounce of strength I possess not to drive into you like a mindless idiot.”
Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a perfect O.
Feeling his restraint slipping, Luke forced a smile. “Here’s an idea: Why don’t you move first?”
The second she tentatively squirmed—which sent rockets of pleasure shooting through him—Luke realized that had been a really bad idea. He dropped his forehead to hers with a groan. “No, don’t move.”
“I’m sorry. Am I toodamn hot and tight and beautiful for you?”
He snapped his head up to stare down at her, and found her smiling at him.
“Vroom-vroom, husband,” she whispered.
The last thread of his restraint broke on a bark of laughter. Luke dropped to his elbows to lace his fingers through her hair, and attacked her mouth as he lifted his hips just enough to push into her again. Swallowing her moan of pleasure, he repeated the action, rising back up so he could watch the play of emotions on her face.
Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, her fingers kneading into him, her encouraging mewls growing demanding. Her breathing turned ragged as he increased his rhythm, and Luke felt her tightening with building energy as she rose up to meet his thrusts. He reached between them and caressed her, watching her eyes glass over as she arched up into his touch.
“Come with me, Luke!” she cried, her breathing growing more ragged as she moved restlessly, straining toward her release.
Luke rose to his knees, grasped her hips, and pulled her into his thrusts. He wanted to whisper encouragement but found he was beyond speech, every fiber of his being completely focused on the explosion building inside her.
He suddenly stilled, holding her high on his thighs, and reached down and caressed her again. Her climax broke with a cry of utter abandon, and she tightened around him in pulsing waves of molten heat.
His own climax hit hard and fast, tearing a shout from his throat as her wild convulsions pulled him into the maelstrom, his mind emptying of all thoughts save one: that miraclespacked one hell of a powerful wallop.