Lost Without You by Heather Thurmeier Page A

cook dinner for you, if you bake dessert for me.”
    While she pretended to think about it hard as if there was any question in her mind, he took the opportunity to lean against the cot beside her, his arm lying along the edge of the bed right behind her shoulders. His hand stroked a path up and down her upper arm, making it harder for her to reply than it would have been if he’d stayed seated where he had been.
    â€œDeal,” she practically whispered. It wasn’t as if she had to speak loudly since he was suddenly so close to her, but she wouldn’t have been able to make her voice louder if she’d needed to scream her response. Her voice seemed to have vanished with his close proximity. “What would you have me bake?”
    He rested his other hand on the inside of her knee and the pool of lava that had been simmering in her belly since their kiss earlier flared to life inside of her again.
    â€œI don’t really care what you give me as long as it’s warm and soft and makes me want more.” His voice was lower than usual, his eyes heavy lidded as he leaned toward her slightly.
    Oh. Well then.
She cleared her throat.
    â€œAre we still talking about baked goods?” she asked.
    â€œOf course we are. I don’t know what else your mind could possibly be thinking of in relation to those things.” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her, challenging her to admit the dirty place her mind had decided to take up residence.
    â€œGood. I have a delicious recipe for molten chocolate lava cake. It fits your description perfectly.”
    Not to mention went exceptionally well with the lava now boiling in her belly.
    â€œIt’s a sweet chocolate cake,” she continued, trying not to drool at the thought of him eating it. At her place. Naked. “Served warm so the middle melts when you press into it.”
    His smirk fell from his face as she felt his hand leave her arm to snake up into her hair instead. “That sounds delicious. You look delicious. On the way back to camp, you tasted delicious.”
    She licked her lips at his words. Holy hell. Who knew Chip could be so sexy?
    â€œI … you … ” she started, trying to find words. Hard to do when it felt as if a vacancy sign had been posted in the spot where her brain used to live.
    He silenced her need for words with his mouth on hers. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head so he had a better angle to explore her mouth.
    She kissed him back, giving in to the need she’d felt since their earlier kiss. A need she’d been trying so hard to ignore. And had failed at miserably.
    Chip’s other hand squeezed her inner thigh, now much higher up on her leg than it had been a few minutes ago. How had that happened without her noticing?
    His tongue mingled with hers again and the answer was clear. He stole her thoughts, her reason, her self-control with his kisses. Damn, he was a great kisser.
    He bit her lower lip gently and she melted into him. How could he make her throw away all her hesitations with just a simple kiss?
    But when he pressed his lips against her mouth again hungrily, claiming her, she knew it was more than just a kiss. This — with Chip of all people — was amazing. She’d never felt this deep seeded need to be with someone so much as she felt the need to be with Chip, right here, right now.
    You can’t. Stop.
    Her internal protest fell mute as his hand slid the rest of the way up her leg, stopping just short of brushing against the junction of her thighs. She whimpered involuntarily as a wave of desire shot through her. She hadn’t been touched by anyone in so long. And certainly the last man she’d been with hadn’t caused any kind of reaction like Chip did.
    His lips left her mouth and traveled along her jaw in a series of little kisses.
    Right along the ridge of her scar. The one covered with foundation, hidden.
    She stiffened.
    No.
    She rolled away