Alpha's Captive 03 - Flight Read Free

grabbed the coin purse from among the clutter in the sink and opened it to pull out the SD card inside its tiny plastic bag. He wiped the outside off on a corner of the towel, then opened it carefully, tilting it so that the card slid out onto his hand.
    Harper held her breath.
    He looked up, his amber eye dancing as he flashed a grin. He held the card up between thumb and forefinger. “Dry!” he said. “Bone dry. We’re still in business, babycakes.”
    Tossing the empty bag on the counter, he pulled her against him with his free arm and planted an enthusiastic kiss in her lips—one that instantly turned to a very different kind of enthusiasm.
    She opened her mouth under his kiss, invading his with her tongue even as his arms tightened around her, sliding down to pull her ass snug against his abdomen and the hard cock that was suddenly sandwiched between them.
    Well, he sure recovered fast….
    When he broke away, Harper ran a finger lightly across his chest. She felt the muscles tense beneath her touch.
    “We can’t go to sleep unt il our clothes are in the dryer,” she said. “At the earliest.”
    He reached around her to set the SD card on the edge of the counter. “And how long will that be?”
    “Half an hour? An hour?” she suggested. “Maybe we should wait for the dryer, too.”
    He laughed. “Maybe we should.”
    “In the meantime, we should get cleaned up,” she said. “You smell like the bottom of the river.”
    He buried his nose against her neck, and she shivered. “So do you, but I’m not complaining.”
    “That’s because you’re a dog,” she said, breaking away , grabbing a wrapped condom from among the pile at the bottom of the sink, and making a line for the bathroom.
    The smack across her rear made her yelp. She spun back to face him, outraged.
    He smiled ferally at her. “Turnabout’s fair play. And I’m not a dog.”
    “Fine,” she snapped. “Then I’ll bathe alone.” She went into the tiny bathroom.
    But before she could shut the door, he was there, pushing it open again, catching her body against his. “Like hell you are.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    “ G et off me,” Harper said, pushing against his chest. She might as well have been shoving against a wall.
    And then he kissed her, and she was too busy kissing him back to try to shove him away anymore.
    He kicked the bathroom door closed , pulling the foil packet from her hand, opening it, and rolling the condom on. Then he bent grabbing her thighs, and lifted her into the air as she gave a surprised squeal, hooking her legs on either side of his hips. She gasped as he pushed her back against the door and drove his cock deep inside her in the same motion, sending a thrill of reaction jolting through every nerve of her body.
    “God, you asshole, if you think you can just—”
    He started to move, thrusting hard into her, over and over, and the rest of the words tripped on their way out of her brain as a sudden heat rushed through her body. One of her hands tangled in his short hair as the other dug into the skin of his back. His breath was harsh and fast in her ear, his whole body strung tight with lust. His arms were hard around her, holding her against him, driving her toward the edge so fast that lights went off in the edges of her vision as she went over, searing through her veins and into her brain until she battled her way back out of it again, cursing.
    “You can’t just screw me into submission,” she managed a full minute later, picking up the frayed end of her thread of thought even as he pulled back and deposited her in the fiberglass bath enclosure.
    He grinned up at her as he bent and reached past to crank on the water, and she tried to remind herself that she was mad at him…though exactly why she should be angry at him, she couldn’t quite remember.
    “Who said anything at all about submission?”
    The water rushed into the tub , and he peeled the condom off and tossed it into the trashcan. Harper