Her groan almost shot it to hell anyway.
"Condom," he said, voice harsh with the urgency pounding through his body.
She tore open the packet with her teeth and rolled it on with an ease that spoke of practice. Not that he cared. He pulled her close again and began to stroke her. Her soft cries urged him on, her body trembling against his, her skin glossy with perspiration. He kissed her ear, ran his tongue down her neck. She tasted like no woman he'd ever had, and right at this moment, he wanted to keep on sampling her forever.
Her shuddering reached a crescendo, her movements urgent against his hand. Her strangled cry of pleasure echoed through him and smashed any remaining restraint.
He cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him then pushed him deep inside. He groaned at the sheer glory of it. She felt so good, so hot and firm.
She captured his lips, her kiss passionate. Demanding.
She rode him harder, enveloping him in sweet, sweet heat.
Hot flesh slapped against hot flesh, and there was nothing gentle about it. Couldn't be, with the urgency of moon driving him. He claimed every inch of her, thrusting so very deep, until her taut muscles quivered with rising urgency against the whole of him.
The red tide rose, becoming a wall of pleasure he could not deny. His movements quickened. Deepened. Her gasps reached a second crescendo, and her cries echoed as her body bucked against his. He came — hot, glorious release that locked his body in pleasure.
They stood there for what seemed like forever, and he didn't really care because it felt so good. The sea breeze cooled the sweat on their skin, and the rich aroma of sex mingled with Kat's warm, sunshiny scent, stirring his senses anew. Only the fact that they had to get to Rogue River kept him from instigating a second, much slower, seduction.
When she began to shiver, he lowered her gently to the grassy sand, kissing her nose. He then quickly gathered their scattered clothing. They both dressed, then she picked up her purse and chocolate bar from the sand. Her pupils were still dilated, evidence of the satisfaction that touched her lips. "That sure beat the chocolate cake I was considering for dessert."
He cupped a hand across her cheek and brushed his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips. "Sorry it was so fast."
She raised an eyebrow, her amusement deepening. "In case you didn't notice, I was more than a little fast myself."
Thankfully. He certainly couldn't have held off much longer than he had. She'd felt too damn good.
"Next time," he said. "We'll try some place more comfortable."
"And warmer." She rubbed her arms, then glanced past him. "We'd better get moving. Dusk is closing in."
He knew that without looking. The fever stirred in his veins, despite the fact his body was momentarily sated. Or maybe it was just the scent of her lingering on his skin that stirred his blood.
They walked back to the car and continued on to Rogue River. Kat fell asleep fairly quickly, and he half wished he could join her. It would be nice to be in bed at this moment, holding her lush, warm body against his as he drifted off to sleep.
He frowned at the thought and thrust it away. No matter how good it promised to be between them, it could never be anything more than just sex.
He'd learned that lesson long ago.
Chapter Six
Kat woke when the car stopped. She yawned and stretched, then glanced out the window. Warm lights shone through the trees, providing enough light to see the two log cabins just ahead.
She glanced at Ethan. "What's the time?"
"Eight forty-five."
His reply was a little terse, and she frowned, wondering why. Then she shook her head at her own stupidity. It had been a long day, and he'd done most of the driving. He was probably tired as hell.
She climbed out of the car and grabbed her bag from the trunk. He collected his then locked the car and motioned her to lead. She picked her way through the heavy darkness, shivering a little as the cool breeze caressed her bare skin. She was definitely going to change into something warmer before they did their tour tonight.
Wearing this skirt and shirt had been nothing short of stupidity — though she certainly didn't regret it. Heat flushed through her at the memory. The chill she was feeling now was worth every minute. And if that had been rushed, she could hardly wait to feel what it was like when he took his time.
Her grandmother opened the door as they approached.
Her gaze went from her to Ethan and back again, and her smile stretched.
"About time," she said, and Kat knew she wasn't referring to their arrival.
"There are some things that can't be rushed." Even though Ethan seemed to think they had.
"I guess not." Gwen stepped back, waving them in.
The cabin was basic but comfortable. Kat dropped her bag on the sofa and headed for the open fire, holding her hands out to the flames.
"I've put you two in the bigger cabin next door." Gwen indicated a side door. "And I lit the fire, so it'll be nice and warm when you come back after your walk."
Kat glanced at Ethan to see what reaction he had to this presumption, but he had his cop face on. She looked back at Gwen and said, "Have you tried scrying yet?"
"No. And I won't until you come back."
"What about this attack you mentioned earlier?" Ethan dropped his bag on the floor then joined her by the fire.
His shoulder brushed Kat's, warming her faster than any flames. "Shouldn't we be getting ready for that?"
"Until we know what is attacking us, it's useless trying to build a defence. But I've taken basic measures."
"Locked the doors, checked the windows?"
"Placed warding stones around my bed, as ordered." Her gaze met Kat's. "But not yours, so be warned."
She nodded. The magic of the stones only extended so far, and a queen-sized bed wasn't within those limitations.
Of course, that was presuming she and Ethan were actually going to share a bed. Looking at him now, she had an unsettling feeling that wasn't likely.
He'd said nothing more than sex, and that's what she'd agreed to. Did that "nothing more" include not sleeping together?
She crossed her arms and hoped that wasn't the case.
She'd like to think there was something between them other than the immediate need for release. That it wasn't just the moon and the fever rushing through his veins that made him want her. That he actually liked her.
"I'll go change, then we can get our walk over with." She picked up her bag back and walked into the other cabin. It was a mirror image of Gwen's, only a little bigger. She continued into the bedroom. The bed was luxurious, covered with a comforter thick enough to lose fingers in.
Across from it was another open fire, smaller than the one in the living room but just as warm. She dumped her bag on the bed and checked out the bathroom. It was basic, but there was a big old claw-foot tub. Just the thing she needed to take the chills from her spine later.
She went back to the bedroom and changed into warmer clothes, then grabbed her coat and the chocolate bar and headed back to the other cabin. Gran was sitting on the sofa, a bemused expression on her face. Ethan was nowhere to be seen.
"What have you done with him?"
Gwen snorted. "He's outside, pacing."
"Why on earth is he pacing?"
"At a guess, I'd say he's angry. Not sure why, though."
She paused, eyebrows raised and eyes twinkling. "What on earth did you do to him?"
Heat touched her cheeks. "Me? Nothing." Nothing except make love to him, and surely he couldn't be angry at that.
He'd wanted her as badly as she'd wanted him.