Soul of the Wildcat (7 page)

With a moan, Dakoda eased back. “Whoa,” she breathed. “I didn't see this one coming.”

A low chuckle escaped him. “I think you did.”

Hand leaving her breast, Jesse's fingers fumbled at the front of her uniform jacket, working open the buttons. About halfway down, he paused, giving her a look as if to ask permission.

A wicked gleam danced in the depths of his dark gaze. “May I continue?”

Dakoda's heart tripped against her ribcage. “Don't stop now.” Slowly, she drew in a breath, a tremor of yearning passing through her. She needed this glorious man as much as she needed the air in her lungs. On the trail of the female he desired, he'd stalked her down, relentless in his pursuit of what he wanted, what he needed.

I need it, too
, she thought. Something else to concentrate on that would offer a brief solace from the tragedy and tension suddenly consuming her life. For the moment they were simply two people who needed each other.

Desperately.

H
ands trembling, Jesse fumbled his way through the remaining buttons. He slid the jacket off her shoulders, tugging it down her arms. “Man, they sure do put you rangers in a lot of clothing.”

Dakoda laughed and reached for her shirt. “They want us looking sharp, even when we're out in the middle of freaking nowhere.” She quickly peeled off the layer of clothing, leaving only her plain white bra on. Fancy lingerie was never her style. She preferred to keep her wardrobe simple. “God, I was sure I was going to burn to a crisp in this thing. Khaki or not, it sure isn't comfortable in the heat.”

Smiling, Jesse gave a low whistle. “Nice.” Using the tips of his fingers, he outlined the cups snugly hugging her breasts.

Dakoda glanced down and frowned. “Sorry there's not much there. I barely made a 32A.”

Jesse eyed her breasts. “More than a mouthful is a waste.” His hands skimmed down her flat belly, reaching for the top button of her stained khaki slacks. He snapped it open. “Truth be told, I'm a leg man. I like long, silky legs.” Her zipper crunched down, the grate of metal filling the small cell with an explosive, erotic weight. He began to slip her slacks down her hips.

Dakoda giggled. “I think the boots have to come off before those do.”

Jesse looked down at her boots. He sucked in a breath. “Oh. Guess so.” Pulling out a chair from the nearby table, he guided her toward it. “I think I can handle those.”

Dakoda sat, sticking out a leg. “Here you go.”

Jesse knelt with all the grace of the feline inside him. Pushing up the cuff of her pants, he untied the laces of her heavy hiking boots. “Man, these things must weigh a ton.” He tugged the boot off and set it aside.

Dakoda sighed gratefully, wiggling her toes in relief. “My feet were beginning to feel like lead weights.”

Jesse stripped off her white sock, tucking it inside the boot. He began to work the top of her foot, massaging each of her toes. “Feel better?” Moving from toe to ankle, he continued stroking the sole of her foot, first gently, then with increased pressure.

As she tilted her head back, a low moan broke from her throat. “Oh, my God. I think I've just died and gone to heaven.” His strong fingers felt good, filling her with a sense of well-being. Her aching muscles relaxed, a little of the pain draining away as the tension deep inside her gut slowly began to unravel. It was amazing how the simple touch of another human being could calm and soothe.

Jesse slipped off her other boot, repeating the sensual massage. Making circular motions with his thumb and fingers over the sole of her foot, he applied more pressure as he worked every sensitive inch. The man knew his business when it came to touching a woman's body. “I want to take things slow,” he said, glancing up at her. “I want to make sure you have what you need.”

Shivers rippling pleasantly across her skin, Dakoda swallowed thickly. Every time his strong fingers caressed the sensitive soles of her foot, she felt the pull all the way to her groin. Burgeoning warmth spread through her. The trickle of desire between her thighs wet the crotch of her panties in the most enticing way. Lust trampled through her, drowning out everything but the enticing man willing to serve her every need. “I–I want to take everything you have to give, Jesse,” she stammered.

Once you cross that line, you'll never be able to go back
, whispered the small voice of sanity in the back of her mind.

Dakoda didn't care. She had nothing to go back to. No family waited for her to be found and rescued. If she dropped off the face of the earth, never to be seen again, absolutely no one would mourn her passing. In the few brief hours she'd spent with Jesse, she'd found a heritage, a bloodline leading her into a world she could neither dream of nor ever imagine.

Her desire for him surged through her like a hurricane making landfall. Finding Jesse was akin to being lost in the desert and seeing a drink of water in sight. He offered more than a cool oasis of salvation, but an awakening that would take her beyond the physical and into the spiritual. Even though they were in captivity, the world before her was wide and open, as if she'd been blind all her life, and then suddenly given the gift of sight.

She could see what she wanted, clearly and without doubt.

Jesse guided her to her feet. He sat back on his heels, helping slip her pants over the curve of her thighs. An eager tug guided them down her legs.

Touching his shoulder for balance, Dakoda stepped out of the tangled pile. Her pants joined her shirt in the pile on the floor.

Rising to his knees in front of her, Jesse placed his palm on her flat belly. Caressing the line above her panties, he leaned in, pressing his lips against her tingling skin. Nibbling at the softness, he gently eased his fingers into the elastic. A soft tug brought her panties down around her thighs.

He raised his brows in pleased surprise. “Oh, I like a Brazilian wax.” His breathing grew uneven, a little labored. “Very ni-iicccee….” He quickly leaned forward. A hot male tongue eagerly probed the folds of her sex.

Dakoda shuddered, then moaned softly. “Oh, my,” she breathed, mouth all of a sudden cotton dry. “Surely you're not…” Her nipples peaked beneath the cups of her bra. Her limbs felt pleasantly heavy, as though she were mired in a pool of molasses.

Jesse pulled back enough to glance up at her. “Going down on you?” A feral grin split his lips. “Oh, yes, I intend to. Your smell has been driving me wild, and I intend to indulge myself—” He dipped his tongue into her navel, swirling around the shallow depth. “Liberally.”

Before she quite knew what was happening, Jesse stood up. Bending, he scooped her into his arms. Giving her a quick heft, he spread her across the table. Stepping back, he eyed her like she was the most delectable of morsels. “Now there's the meal I've been hungry for. I like my meat on the bone.”

Not quite sure how she'd landed on the top of the table, Dakoda shivered. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Isn't that from some rock song?”

“Yeah.” Jesse dragged her panties down her legs, then flicked them aside. “Alice Cooper. Man, I love that song.” As he parted her thighs, a low rumble broke from his throat. His muscles were bunched with tension. His cock arched against his cobbled abdomen in eager anticipation. “Almost as much as I love eating pussy.”

Dakoda sucked in a breath as Jesse's head dipped low. A long pass of his tongue between her dewed, swollen labia tore a gasp from her lips. “Oh…heavens!”

Jesse lifted his head briefly. “Heaven ain't got nothing to do with this.” Disappearing again, his tongue danced around her swollen clit, working the small hooded organ with an expert's touch.

The buzz of climax growing at the base of her spine took her by surprise. Dakoda choked out a strangled laugh. “Keep touching me like that and I'll come.”

Jesse peered over the length of her almost naked body. “Oh, I intend to keep doing this until you do.” Following up with his threat, he added his fingers to the foreplay. Pressing two fingers together, he delved into her slowly. “Oh, man. It's been a long time since I've felt heat like that.”

Eyes slipping shut, Dakoda moaned softly. “It's been a long time since I've let anybody feel the heat.”

Thumb working her clit, Jesse's thick fingers stroked in and out of her sex.

The pressure building at the base of Dakoda's spine climbed higher. She shuddered. Tight inner muscles throbbed around his thick fingers. Her core literally ached for release. Pressing against the table, her spine was as rigid as an iron bar. The tingling sensation sped upward, causing the fine hairs on the back of her neck to rise. The first pulse of climax hit her like a punch to the solar plexus.

Throwing back her head, Dakoda didn't try to mask her cry of pleasure as she came. Fingers digging into the rough tabletop, she opened herself up to the glittering sensations spreading across her skin like the silken threads of a gossamer web.

The sensations slipped through her fingers almost too quickly to be enjoyed.

Limp and breathless in the aftermath, Dakoda swiped her tongue across papery lips. “Oh God,” she breathed. “That was—” Breasts rising and falling, her words trailed off into satisfied silence.

Jesse's hand slipped away, leaving a curiously cold spot in its wake. Switching his position, he eased down over her. The table was the perfect height to allow him easy access. The heat between her legs suddenly returned, hotter than ever. His cock pulsed between their bodies, snuggling comfortably on the nest of her belly. One stab of his hips would fill her completely.

Soft fingertips traced the line of her jaw, then her neck, passing over the hollow of her throat. “I'm not even close to finished,” he warned before tossing her a lusty smile of anticipation.

Hands lifting to his broad shoulders, Dakoda grinned. She wiggled her hips against the thick erection pressing into her stomach. “I would hope not,” she breathed, barely suppressing a soft groan.

Jesse's breath stalled momentarily before he regained control. “Not yet,” he tsked. “I still haven't gotten to these beauties.” He dragged down the plain white cups covering her breasts. Her nipples peaked, a darker, duskier shade of pink. “Don't want them to feel neglected.”

Bending low, Jesse sucked one soft nub into his mouth. His tongue caressed the aching tip even as his fingers invaded her most private places.

A waterfall of glimmering sensations slid across her nerves with each suck against her taut nipple, intensified tenfold by the weight of his erection nestled against her belly. Dakoda shuddered, swamped by the sensations rushing through her body like a locomotive gone haywire. Her sex grew slicker and wetter with every glide of his fingers. The scrape of his teeth against her sensitive nipple only added to the insanity.

But it wasn't enough. She needed—no, craved—a more intimate physical connection. Hip to hip and mouth to mouth was the only way they could fully come together.

Hands sliding into his long, silky hair, she tugged him away from her breasts. “More,” she grated, desperate for him to take her deeper, harder.

Jesse's dark gaze found hers, lust burning in the depths of his obsidian eyes. “Are you sure?” he grated. “I can stop…”

Dakoda shook her head. No stopping now. Not when she needed completion so damn much. “I need everything,” she breathed.

Jesse nodded. Catching her behind the knees, he lifted her legs and spread her wide. Springing from its nest of thick curls, his cock arched up against the ridges of his abdomen. Thick veins twined around its length. Glistening droplets of pre-cum seeped from its flared crown.

Dakoda's breath caught in her throat as he angled his hips toward hers. His cock pressed against the opening of her sex, gliding through her labia. She knew he was deliberately making her wait, torturing her with a long, slow entry, rather than one jarring thrust.

Hands bracing her weight, Dakoda arched against the table. “Now, Jesse…Please…” Strong inner muscles clenched deep inside her core.

Jesse slowly eased inside her. “I want to take it slow,” he grated between gritted teeth. “Enjoy the feel of being inside you.” Silk-encased steel easily penetrated her creamy depth.

Suppressing a happy whimper, Dakoda wiggled her ass. She was definitely getting more then she'd bargained for. “Oh, I feel you, all right. Every. Last. Damn. Inch.”

Seated to the hilt, Jesse bent over and braced his hands on either side of her body to support his weight. Corded biceps bulged with power. He ground his hips into hers. No doubt about the strength in his powerful body.

A low male growl of sensual need rumbled up from his chest. “I want to look in your eyes.” The tone of his voice was strangely husky, strained. “And watch you come.” His thick penis slid out of her silken depths, only to pump inside again seconds later.

Dakoda wound her arms around him, spreading her palms across the concrete-hard slab of his back. Her legs circled his waist as his hips jarred against hers. She bent her fingers just a little, giving him a taste of pain when she pressed her nails across his exposed skin.

The rasp of a groan broke through his lips. “Oh, someone's showing her claws.” His hips slapped harder against hers, delivering one punishing stroke, then another.

Dakoda sucked in a breath, taking in his musky scent. There was something untamed, almost primal, in the smell emanating from his deeply tanned skin. As she searched far into his eyes, his face seemed to blur, briefly taking on the features of the cougar lurking inside his soul. His eyes were aflame with the feral lust of a male intent on conquering his female.

Lifting her head, she sought his mouth, savoring the taste of his wild, raw flavor.

Jesse's lips crushed against hers with voracious intensity, his tongue stabbing deep even as his hips pummeled hers without mercy. Again and again he struck, driving his cock into her ravenous sex.

Shuddering with pure delight, Dakoda instinctively arched under him in an effort to take him even deeper than before. His powerful, ramming strokes seemed to reach all the way to her throat. The sensation of being taken so completely, in such a primitive way, damn near caused her to come right then and there.