Too Close To The Fire/Too Hot To Handle (Montana Men 3) (7 page)

He
pressed the long length of his shaft against her one last time, then rolled off
her. “Now for God’s sake, go to sleep or next time, I get to cop a feel of what’s
underneath that short, little-bit-of-nothing skirt you’ve been prancing around
in all damn day.”

“I
haven’t been prancing around!” God, she’d been more like falling down,
stumbling around.

“Go
to sleep, Dianna,” he said sharply. “Or I’m going to rip that nothing thong off
your ass and bury my dick in you!”

“Go
to sleep, Dianna! Stop wiggling, Dianna! Give me, ooomph—”

Taylor
rolled on top of her, pinned her shoulders against the bedding, and cut off her
speech with his mouth. Ah, now
this
was better than warm milk, better than a sleeping pill. The hard, wet pressure
of his mouth on hers was heaven. She couldn’t get close enough to him or get
enough of his mouth.

Dianna
parted her lips and invited him inside. Their tongues tangled and battled for
supremacy. God, she wanted to be surrounded by his lean body, to be inside his
skin.

Taylor
grunted when she nipped his tongue with her teeth. He released her shoulders
and gripped her chin, then deepened the kiss, but not before biting her bottom
lip. She tasted her blood on his tongue and didn’t care.

With
his free hand, he finished shredding the rag of a shirt off her. Impatiently,
he removed her bra and clasped one breast in his big hand. He bunched the rags
of her skirt around her waist, yanked off her thong and shoved his shorts off.
His cock throbbed urgently between her thighs.

She
bucked beneath him, pushed against his cock, encouraging him to take her. Oh,
God, she wanted. Wanted so badly. Taylor freed her mouth, only to take her
breast prisoner. His tongue on her nipple felt good. He
kneaded
her other breast, licked the firm slope and traced his tongue beneath the
tender underside of both breasts. All the while, he teased the opening of her
channel with little nudges of his cock.

“Do
it,” she pleaded, scratching his back.

“Open
for me.”

Dianna
groaned and parted her thighs. “In me. Now! I want you in me.”

“You’re
certain this is what you want?”

“Yes!”

He
parted her nether lips and guided the broad head of his cock to her sleek
entrance. Slowly, he rubbed it up and down the length of her clit, teasing,
torturing. He pushed inside her, a scant amount, then wiggled his hips, pushing
in a bit farther. She groaned and clawed his shoulders. “God. Do it! I want to
feel all of you.”

Slowly,
he pulled out of her. “Uh-uh. No way.”

“What?”
She
arched
against his thighs. “Please! Do it,” she
screamed. “Oh, God. Stop torturing me and fuck me!”

He
laughed. “I don’t think so.”

Dianna
blinked. “What?”

Taylor
tugged up his shorts and tucked his cock inside. “I like to be the hunter, the
aggressor. I don’t want you, Dianna.”

“What?”
Dianna sucked deeps breaths inside her chugging lungs. That was her third
what
in less than a minute. Surely one of
them deserved an answer. “It sure as hell felt like you want me.”

“A
natural reaction to a man waking up with a woman’s fingers wrapped around his
cock and pumping it for all it’s worth.”

“Get
off me!”

“I’ll
fuck you, Dianna, if that’s what you want. But you say it when we’re not in the
heat of the moment, when we’re both in control and not wanting it because we
survived a crash. Say it when it’s real and means something to you. Say you
want me to fuck you and mean it, or this goes no farther.”

“I
don’t understand,” she choked.

“Yes,
you do,” he breathed. “I’m not shouldering all the blame for whatever happens
between us. I’m not having you say I took advantage of you.”

God,
she was dying here.

“Say
it,” he gritted. “Say you want me to fuck you.”

“Why?”

“Because
when your brothers get pissed over the fact I screwed you, I want to be able to
tell them you begged me for it, that you knew what you were doing and saying.”
He bumped his hips against her. “If you wanna be fucked, say it with meaning.
Say it when you aren’t concussed.”

Tears
burned behind her eyelids and clogged her throat. “You don’t want me?”

“This
isn’t about me.” He laughed shortly. “If you want my cock, say it. Never doubt
for a moment I’ll take what is freely offered, but
want
you? No. You’re a means to an end, a mercy fucking. You mean
nothing to me. If you accept that, say you want me to fuck you.”

“Get
the hell off me!”

He
rolled off her and turned his back to her. His harsh breaths sounded ragged in
the dark. “You let me know if you change your mind, sweetheart. I’ll be happy
to give you all I got, every inch. Until then, go to sleep!”

“Don’t
hold your breath, Spencer.” God, if the only reason he wanted to make love to
her was so he could tell her brothers she asked for it, she’d die before she
ever let him touch her again.

Dianna
turned onto her side away from him and let the tears silently fall. “You are
the biggest asshole I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet.”

“And
you’re a spoiled bitch. You wanna be fucked, but you don’t want to shoulder
responsibility. You’d throw me to your brothers without a word and walk away. You’d
tell them I took advantage of you while you were injured. It’s not going to be
like that, Dianna.”

Dianna
sniffed. “You’re wrong.”

He
snorted.

She
wasn’t the one who’d walk away. He would. Anything between them was a recipe
for a total disaster. How could he be so ruthless? Leave her wanting like this?
How could he taunt her, stuff his dick inside her, then pull it out like he had
no feelings at all? Did he have ice water in his veins?

She
curled into a knot of misery and stayed well away from him, on her side of the
hut, so the whole two feet spanned between them like a yawning black hole.
Dianna swallowed hard. She knew he’d ditched his shorts when he’d turned his
back to her, so he was lying there stark naked. She heard his ragged breaths.

He’d
tossed both her thong and her bra aside. There was no way she could locate them
in the dark, but at least her skirt offered her a small amount of modesty. She
patted the clothes until she found a T-shirt and jerked it on. Like him, she
wanted to rip off her clothing. She wondered if it was for the same reasons.

Dianna
sniffed and ignored the heat pulsing between her thighs, the scalding need, the
way her skin felt so sensitive she could barely tolerate her clothes. She tried
to forget the precious moment of him filling her. The bastard. He’d
deliberately worked her into a heated frenzy, then left her wanting. She still
felt the solid touch of the thick head of his penis inside her. Felt the inner
muscles stretching to accommodate his size.

How
could he have such rigid control?

Her nether lips
felt swollen and sensitive. Her body throbbed, urgent and wild. She clenched
her fingers. What she really wanted to do was choke him. Dianna deliberately
forced her thoughts to what was happening outside their shelter. She was so
ready for it to stop raining. The ice chest was full and spilling over for the
time being. Water! Yep. They had more than their share for now. The poorly
constructed shelter had held together so far.

Even
though she was dry, the tropical downpour made everything feel damp. She
wondered if they were going to survive their first night in the Kimberly, their
first night alone, together.

Even
the birds complained. Dianna huffed and wiggled. The gulf between Taylor and
her irritated her. She jumped when a cockatoo let out a particularly
hair-raising screech. It sounded as if they’d camped in the middle of a
freaking zoo! She didn’t think she’d ever heard such loud parrots, cockatiels
or so many assorted bird sounds.

Everything
was bigger, louder, and closer. The continuous downpour and noisy squawks
deafened. Damn, couldn’t the flippin’ birds find a nest to shelter in somewhere
else? The dark grew deeper, murkier. It smothered with its complete denseness.
She pressed her hands over her ears and let her tears slide soundlessly down
her face. Camping in the rainforest sucked almost as much as liver.

Suddenly
realization punched her in the gut. Her blood chilled. Terror crept through
every blood vessel and vein like a slow-moving, slimy snail. She gasped back the
horror, but it filled her insides, twisting into something ugly. They weren’t
going to survive. How could they?

Too
many unknowns factored into everything, food, shelter, most importantly, water,
and treating their cuts and wounds. No antibiotics, except for a half empty
tube of antibiotic ointment.

Earlier,
she’d taken a look at the gash on Taylor’s back. It had finally stopped
bleeding once he allowed her to clean and stitch it, but it had looked awful,
red and swollen. The burn on his chest was an ugly cluster of blisters and
broken blisters. She’d used over half of the ointment. He had to feel as
miserable as she did, but he’d refused another pain pill when they’d turned in
for the night. He was still on his kick about not letting let her take one.

She
must have dozed, because the next thing Dianna knew Taylor was shaking her.

“Wake
up!”

“I’m
awake,” she snapped.

“Good.
Now go back to sleep.”

“I
really, strongly dislike you,” she grouched.

“Yeah,
well, the feeling’s mutual, honey.”

Dianna
huffed and drifted into a deep sleep.

An
hour later, he shook her. “Wake up.”

“Damn
it, Taylor. Leave me alone and let me sleep.”

“Are
you always a grouch when you first wake up?”

“I
am when someone repeatedly disturbs my sleep. Leave me alone.”

“No
can do, sweetheart.”

Swear
to God, he possessed some kind of freaking internal alarm clock. He slept for
an hour, woke up just to wake her up, then closed his eyes and fell instantly
to sleep.

She,
on the other hand, couldn’t go back to sleep that fast. By the time she did, the
hour was up, and Taylor woke her again. He was driving her crazy! She was
tired, hungry, and sleep deprived. She needed to pee, and the rain, the damn
rain, beat down, beat down, and beat down. Her temper grew shorter every time
Taylor shook her awake.

“Leave
me alone!”

“No.
Go to sleep.”

“I
swear to God if you tell me to go sleep just once more, I’ll—”

“You’ll
what?”

“I’ll
wait until you’re good and asleep, and I’ll break your dick!”

His
soft snickers filled the darkness, filled the hut with an intimacy only the two
of them shared.

“Hell,
that’s about the only thing I haven’t had broken, princess.”

Dianna
fumed. How could he make a joke about it?

“Jesus,
Dianna.” He dragged her into his arms and settled her head on his chest for the
second time that night. “I’m a light sleeper, so keep your hands out of my
shorts or else, sweetheart, be ready to say the magic words.”

“Ha,
like you’re wearing them.”

She
heard his grin.

“I
didn’t think you noticed, but since you did, no touching the merchandise. You
break, you buy.”

Like
she had an interest in touching his dick again? Never! “Put on your undies.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Just
leave
it
be, Dianna, and
it
will leave you be.”

Taylor
was snoring in seconds. She
slid
her arms around his
lean waist and closed her eyes.

“No
touching my ass,” he muttered drowsily.

Dianna
fumed. He hadn’t even noticed her breasts were pressed against skin. She was
careful to keep her hands above his waist. Taylor grunted and turned onto his
side.

She
sighed and spooned against his back. Then the rain came! Worse than before. It
beat on their tiny roof like a wild drummer. Her eyes popped open. Dear God,
she’d only thought it was raining hard before. Rain-Rain-Rain. An endless
deluge.

She
hadn’t known so much water could pour from the sky. It surged on top of the
makeshift roof like a waterfall from heaven, beating on the little canopy of
plane wings. It sounded like hail beating on an old tin roof.

Taylor
twisted around to face her. “We’re safe in here,” he said gently. He slid his
arm around her waist and held her close. “At the risk of getting my dick
broken, go to sleep.”

She
laughed and closed her eyes. “My head hurts. Can I—”

“No,
you can’t have one.”

Chills
racked her body. She moaned. Taylor grunted with annoyance. She wiggled closer.
He squirmed away.

“Christ,
Dianna, would you keep still and get off me? I’m as far back as I can go.”
Irritation threaded his voice.

“I’m
cold.”

“I’m
hot!”

“How
can you be hot? It’s raining.”

“Hell,
I don’t know, honey, maybe I’m hot because you keep rubbing your breasts
against my chest, my back, then you crawl into my space and spoon your ass
against my crotch.”

“I
do not! Besides, how can you feel my breasts when according to you I don’t have
any?”

“You
don’t, but I have blisters, and you keep rubbing your nipples against them. It
hurts. You do have a fine
ass
though.”

“You’re
such a–a…I can’t even think of a name bad enough to call you!”

“Yeah,
well you’re a worm. A wiggle worm. Come here.”

He
tugged her close, settled his mouth on top of hers and took his time kissing
her. Taylor lingered, nibbled, sucked on her bottom lip. He traced his tongue
along the rim of her upper lip, and suckled on her lower lip.

Dianna
moaned as he slowly released her. She licked her tongue along his rough jaw,
toyed with his hard nipples buried in his chest hair. Taylor turned her gently
away from him, hiked up her skirt, nudged her thighs apart, and in an instant,
he was there.