Hell, no. “You need—”
“You.”
The next kiss didn’t brush or linger. It burned. Her tongue touched his and her hot mouth had him reeling.
When he lifted his head again he could barely breathe and his brain stuck on permanent misfire. “I have exactly one condom.”
Her eyebrow lifted. “I’m a little surprised you have even that.”
“Call it wishful thinking, but when I knew I was coming to you—”
“Go get it.” She whispered the command against his mouth.
He scrambled out of the bed and grabbed the wallet out of his pocket. After a second, he dropped it on the floor.
Before he could climb back onto the bed, she was there, sitting on the edge. Her fingers went to work on his belt, then his zipper. The screech echoed through the quiet room as she lowered it.
Her hand covered him and her breath blew across his boxer briefs. Looking down and seeing her hair, feeling her soft hand on his erection, proved to be too much. The last of his common sense fled as he threw the condom on the bed and pushed her back.
Hands roamed everywhere. His, hers, it didn’t matter. His shirt came off and then hers. It wasn’t until he saw her bare skin and the sweet shadow between her breasts that he forced his body to slow down, to savor.
He skimmed his fingers over the smooth skin of the top of her breasts, then slipped a finger inside the edge of a plain white bra. At that moment, the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. With a teasing flick over her nipple through the material, he heard her gasp.
“I can’t forget you.” His mouth went to her neck as he said the startling truth in a gruff voice.
“Don’t.”
He felt the tug of his pants and felt them slide down farther on his hips, freeing him. Her hand slipped past the elastic band of his underwear and then she was on him, skin against skin, and he had to grind his back teeth together from ending this too soon.
“I want you.” He told her right before he kissed her, not giving him a chance to take it back or her a chance to question.
His lips crossed over hers as the heat rolled through him. A signal went off in his brain. Protection...it was there somewhere. His hand patted the bed, searching for the condom. Adrenaline pounded him and he was about to rip the sleeping bag apart to find it when she picked it up and held it in front of his face.
“Looking for this?”
He didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. He plucked it out of her hand and tore through the paper. His body was on fire now. He had to have her, to sink into her again.
Desperate to make it good for her, he ran a hand over her stomach and hit the band of her pants. Yeah, those had to come off. He didn’t waste a second as he stripped them down, taking her bikini bottoms with them and throwing the rumpled ball to the floor.
Then she was naked and open, her legs falling to the side to make room for him between them. When he dragged a finger through her heat, her back arched off the bed.
She was wet and ready. She didn’t pretend shyness. He could read the need on her face and see the excitement in the pink hue of her skin.
It was all the invitation he needed. Rolling the condom on, he fit his tip to her and pushed. His body plunged into hers as it always had, with a tightness that made a groan rumble up the back of his throat.
The night fell away and the closeness of the other cabins didn’t matter. He was back inside her as he’d fantasized about for so long. And he wanted it to last. He stilled, enjoying the feel of her tight body around his.
She pinched his shoulder. “Joel, move.”
But his body had already taken over. He pressed in and pulled back out. A steady rhythm gave way to a frantic beating of his blood. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she whispered his name in his ear.
He kissed her, touched her, made love to her as the driving need took over. Tension coiled inside him. The building started in every limb. That’s what she did to him. Destroyed his intentions and stole control over his body.
Unable to hold back, he slid a hand between them and touched her. A slight circle with his finger and her head pressed back. When her mouth dropped open he covered it with his, thinking to catch those delicious gasps he loved so much as she found her release.
The orgasm slammed into him a second later. His body let go and his shoulders shook until he thought they wouldn’t hold him. With one last push, he surrendered.
His last thought was that he hadn’t taken the time to pull his pants off.
Chapter Ten
An alarm buzzed beside her head, breaking into Hope’s delicious dream. She thought about throwing it at the wall.
When her eyes opened and she adjusted to the overhead light and darkness outside the window, it all came rushing back. Joel’s arm across her stomach. His breath against her neck. The memories of the kissing and touching. Making love with him, feeling him over her. Rolling around after and his cursing once he remembered they only had one condom.