“Do you really want to know, Manda?” he asked, his voice dangerously rough, leaning closer as she stared up at him with wide eyes. “Or would you rather just stay nice and peaceful right now, and let that heat just simmer in your snug little cunt rather than burning out of control? Keep pushing, and baby, it’s going to burn.”
She remembered the burn. And it was getting there.
“I don’t like being treated like a child,” she snapped in response. “Stop trying to hide things from me.”
“I’ve treated you like a child?” He growled. “Maybe you don’t remember some of the more memorable moments we spent together. Want me to remind you?”
His hand went for the blanket.
“Fuck. Duck and cover. We have choppers coming in low.”
Kiowa ducked and jerked the blanket until it covered them both, head to toe, insulating them in the center of a cauldron of heat as the heavy throb of helicopters broke the silence of the night.
“We have Breed soldiers ahead of us and behind us. Enough firepower to take out a militia, and we’re close to the compound,” he assured her, jerking her closer to his body as he lay half over her.
“Don’t.” He was pressing against her nakedness now, one hand low at her back, his bare chest rasping her ni**les.
She didn’t give a damn about choppers. The flames were beating at her brain, burning through her body. Her senses couldn’t think of anything else or remember anything else except the feel of him pressing into her, moving in her, swelling…
She whimpered as more of her juices spilled from her pu**y, preparing her for him, making the need bloom within her with a force she knew she couldn’t deny for long. What had happened? It still made no sense that her body would overrule her mind and force her surrender to a man that, first, she didn’t know, and second, wasn’t even her species. But it made little difference to her body as her ni**les pressed into his chest, burning with the need for his touch.
“Please don’t touch me,” she sighed against him. How was she supposed to control the fires whipping through her body when she could feel him so close? The length of his body pressed against hers, the tempting pleasure of his c**k pressing against her lower stomach, shielded only by the material of his jeans.
He stared back at her, his expression brooding as her fingers pressed against his shoulders, caressed the hard muscles of his arms. She couldn’t stand not touching him. Her body hungered for him, craved him. His hand moved slowly then, his fingers cupping the curve of her cheek, his thumb smoothing over her lips.
“It’s going to happen again, Amanda.” He kept his voice low, controlled. “How much longer do you think either of us can deny it?”
The danger had receded into the back of her mind. She didn’t care who was following them, what the helicopters were doing, or how close they were to safety. All she cared about was Kiowa pressing close to her, his body warming her.
“Don’t get all hot and bothered, boys and girls,” Simon snapped. “They’re coming in for another pass. They go for three and we’re on shoot and run. We’re close enough to make it and we have troops on standby.”
“This is turning into a f**king fiasco,” Kiowa muttered as he stared down at her, his eyes hot and glittering with demand. “Flat in the middle of a likely war zone and all I want to do is f**k you again.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. She wanted to be strong. She really did want to be strong. She needed to be strong, to deny the frantic lust beating at her brain.
“I can smell your heat, Manda,” he whispered then, causing her eyes to fly open in alarm. “It smells like honey syrup. And I’m really partial to honey.”
She trembled convulsively as his hand slid between her thighs, his fingers moving through the glaze of moisture there before he retreated. Shock held her captive as he lifted his hand then, her juices laying thick on his fingers and brought them to his mouth and allowed his tongue to move slowly, erotically over his fingers, licking them clean.
Her breath shuddered from her body as a whimper broke free of her lips.
“Okay, we f**king got problems.” The Jeep veered sharply as the sound of gunfire echoed around them. Amanda watched Kiowa’s expression change. Passion receded. It didn’t disappear, just receded as cold hard fury tightened his face.
“Stay down.”
He pushed her in close to the wheel cover as he moved from beneath the blanket, jerking a lethal black weapon from the floorboard as the back window lowered.
His back rippled with muscles, his lean, corded body tense and ready for action. Her pu**y convulsed and the fear of death was nothing compared to the fear of never f**king this man again.
“How many?” he yelled out as Amanda’s eyes flew to the window beside her.
“Just the one. We’re twenty minutes from the compound. They have a chopper lifting up any second but damn if I want any bullets hitting this vehicle. They took shots at Taber’s car behind us. They don’t know which vehicle we’re in yet.”
“They knew where to look for us, though,” Kiowa snapped.
“Yeah. This is bad shit,” Simon agreed. “Get ready, he’s coming in again!”
“Stay all the way down Amanda,” Kiowa snapped as she started to lean up. “Down and covered, dammit.”
His voice was so hard, so vicious she jerked the blanket over her head and huddled against the side of the vehicle.
“Here comes Kane on a fast pass,” Simon yelled out. “Let’s see if he can draw them out.”
The hard throb of the helicopter and the sound of a speeding vehicle filled her ears. Tight curses and gunfire exploded in the night.
“Fuck this.”
The sound of Kiowa’s voice had Amanda peeking out. Her heart jumped in her throat as she watched him move his body through the window, bracing his hips against the window frame as he began to return fire.
“Dammit it, Kiowa…” Simon was cursing, Stephanie was joining Kiowa. Amanda jerked up, eyes wide, her gaze trying to fly in all directions. Two vehicles were behind them, one at their side and two ahead of them and in seconds there were bodies hanging out of all of them, firing at the helicopter streaking toward them. White flares of light exploded from the aircraft ahead as gunfire pelted around them while it veered to the side.
“Shit. Shit,” Simon was screaming now. “Tanner’s coming in with the Breed chopper, kids. This is gonna get ugly.”