The Sentinel Keeper (Forest Series) Read Free Page B

cupped her breast over her sodden top. Her breasts were aching; her nipples rock hard and painful as they strained against her thin vest towards him. She wanted his mouth on her breast now.  All thoughts were gone as she gave in to the desperate heat that was surging through her, turning bone to liquid.
     
    His fingers tweaked her nipple and she groaned as a hot shaft shot straight from her nipple to the hard small nub between her legs. She wanted his hands there. More. She wanted his tongue on her core.
     
    Beth could feel his heat against her as his body moved.  His huge length was surging against her, forward and back pressing her into the tree again and again.  She wanted more, wanted him surging inside her and filling her to the point of pain.
     
    His fingers left her breast and Beth could have sworn she heard him curse. They trailed lower to her stomach and Beth gasped. The contact seared through her skin, blazing a trail of fire up her belly. Jesus what was going on? Her entire body was responding to his touch like he had lit a torch inside her, she could feel the thick damp desire flood between between her legs, her flesh burning for his touch.
     
    His hand moved lower, testing the waistband of her pants. Then it slipped under them and down onto her flesh.
    His fingers felt the slick wet of her, razing across her aching skin.  His hand cupped her core and Beth almost went over the edge, an orgasm bearing down on her hard and fast.
     
    “Not yet,” she heard him hiss. “Not until I say so.” His voice was so strained she could barely hear him.
     
    She surged against him, pressing hard back against the thick ridge of him that was moving between her buttocks. His loose hand pulled off her fleece bunched around her waist.  She felt him freeze, just for a heartbeat. Then his hands were spanning out, torturing her flesh with the heat of his rough skin. They slipped out of her pants and moved behind her.
     
    Through the haze of blind desire, Beth felt the familiar old friend of reason start to speak to her.
     
    He was searching her. Son of a bitch. He was patting her down.
     
    It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her. He must have felt her sudden change of mood because he jerked back and it was as if even the quality of the air changed as his hands slipped over the phone and pulled it out of her pants.
     
    Hot shame flooded though Beth, dousing the raging fire that had licked her inside and out. He had tricked her. What the hell had just happened?  Beth was red with shock and humiliation.
     
    If it was any consolation, she could tell he was not entirely unmoved by their encounter. There was no way he could have been faking the fact that he was still as hard as iron against her. His rock hard cock was pressing against her. There was no disguising his arousal.
     
    “Let me go,” she gasped.
     
    “Tell me what you are first,” he whispered, his breath ragged.
     
    “Okay,” Beth whispered. “Let go of my arms first. You’re hurting me.” Beth hated herself for doing it, but she forced a sob out from between her lips. Lucky he couldn’t see that her eyes were blazing like coals with rage and determination. She let another one go, a small whimper this time.
     
    “I don’t trust you,” he said, his voice like an assault in her ear. But he loosened his grip on her hands.
     
    Too right, Beth thought as she moved.
     
    Using all the force she could muster, she dropped to her knees and jerked her head backwards up into his swollen groin. The air went out of him with a deep grunt and his arms dropped.  With a bone-crunching thud he fell to ground like a stone. Beth pulled her canister of mace from her ankle holster, aimed for his eyes and sprayed.
     
    No matter how big they are, it works every time, she thought with a hollow smile as she took one last look at the fallen warrior, before she turned on her heels and ran.  There was no way he was getting up for a