Flame (Fire on the Mountain #2) by Erin Noelle Page A

She watches intently, her eyes glazed over with passionate hunger, as I roll the condom over my shaft.
    “Are you wet for me, Sunshine?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her admit it. The smell of her arousal lingers heavy in the air, testing the last threads of my resolve.
    I glide a pair of fingers down the valley between her breasts, feathering them across her belly, over her apex, and dipping them straight into her blazing center. Landing on her swollen clit, my thumb rubs tiny, torturous circles over the nub of nerves, eliciting a string of whimpers and moans from her.
    “Yes . . . yes . . . more!” She reaches down and wraps her hand around my dick, tugging firmly to line me up with her slick opening. “Need more . . . need you. Fuck me now.”
    Entirely lost in her, wanting to give her everything she wants and needs, I thrust my hips forward and slowly ease into her core, soaking up each sweet fucking inch of her wet heat until I’m fully buried. My heart is pounding and I try to match my breathing to my motions, restraining myself so I don’t blow my load before I really get started. Careful not to crush her with my weight, I lower my upper body until my face hovers directly over hers as I begin to plunge in and out of her, each stroke slow and deliberate.
    “Look at me,” I demand gruffly, needing to see the unadulterated pleasure swimming in her blue oceans.
    Snapping her eyes up to mine, she complies right away. The lust and trust in her eyes take my breath away, and as a reward, my lips seek out hers in a feverish, possessive kiss. She tastes like forbidden fruit, the most delectable, mouthwatering combination of flavors I’ve ever experienced.
    “Feels like fucking heaven,” I mumble against her mouth, the rhythm of my thrusts gradually increasing.
    In and out, out and in, her irresistible sensuality imprisons my senses, devouring my every thought. Everything else in the world falls away except her and my need to make her come. My hips begin to piston wildly as I can’t get enough, and I’m getting too much all at once. Just like I live my life. Fast. Too fast. Chasing the thrill. Living off the adrenaline buzz.
    “Oh, God.” She gasps for air before crying out my name. “James! Fuck yes, James!”
    Fingernails tearing into my back, ankles digging into my ass, the hint of pain unleashes something inside me—turbulent, unbridled desire—as we surge closer and closer to our release. Throwing her head back, her tight muscles clamp down on my cock, triggering me to plunge into her one last time. And together, we come undone.
    The explosion starts low in my gut, hurling pleasure out with a loud grunt, erupting across my body, and spreading dream-like euphoria everywhere. A wave of dizziness drowns me, leaving my vision hazy and my toes tingly. The faint pulses of Dakota’s climax linger, milking my cock of every last drop, until I collapse onto the mattress next to her, leaden and boneless.
    Prying open my heavy lids, weighed down with post-orgasmic harmony, my chest tightens at the sated expression in her sleepy eyes and the lazy smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. The freshly fucked look fits my little ray of sunshine way too well, and my mind is already scheming of ways to keep her looking like this for the rest of the trip.

MONDAY, JUNE 18
    SOFT, TENDER KISSES TRAILING ACROSS my jaw awakens me, and as I sluggishly open my eyes, I’m rewarded with the spectacular sight of a shirtless Levi lying next to me, propped up on his elbow, his handsome face relaxed and content. His intoxicating, masculine scent fills my nose, making me want nothing more than to bury my face in his broad chest and breathe deeply.
    “Time to wake up, gorgeous girl. You’ve been asleep forever,” he whispers, his warm breath floating over the most sensitive spot of my neck, directly under my ear. “We’re in Albuquerque, and if I don’t eat soon,” he chuckles as he draws my lobe