Reel Trouble: Wild Women of Alaska by Tiffinie Helmer Page B

color.”
    “Why hide it? I mean, your hair color, not your—I thought most women wanted to be blond?” he finished.
    She smiled over his stumbling. He was adorable and sexier than any man she’d ever met, let alone slept with. “I’ve found that people don’t take me seriously as a cop when I’m blond. So I dye my hair, been dyeing it for years. Is that a problem?”
    “No.” He slowly shook his head, a cocky smile curling his lips, and his hands spread open her thighs. “I like this secret of yours. Really like it.” His knuckles brushed against her curls and she arched off the bed from the unexpected caress. “Really, really like it.”
    Then he proceeded to drive her to distraction investigating the depths of her blondeness. She caught her breath as his tongue speared her softness, her hips bowing off the mattress. He pinned her down with his broad shoulders, his arms hooking around her thighs, while his tongue and mouth indulged.
    She came hard and quick, and instead of leaving her sated for a moment, the climax amplified her craving to have him deep inside her.
    “More,” she demanded. “Right now. More.” She reached for him and he backed off the bed.
    “Don’t move,” he panted. His body tight, muscles bunched as though ready to attack, he stood, unfastened and dropped his jeans, kicking them free of his feet. “Shit.” He grabbed for his jeans and rooted around in the pockets until he came up with a condom. He bit the wrapper between his teeth as he crawled back onto the bed, his hands keeping her legs spread as he moved into position.
    “No,” she said, sitting up and taking the condom wrapper. “Let me.”
    He groaned at the look she gave him. “Don’t torture me. I won’t last.”
    “Would I do that?” She raised a brow, and he groaned again, making her laugh. She tore open the foil package and slowly rolled the condom over the tip of Treat’s very impressive erection. “Next time I get to taste you,” she said, licking her lips.
    He swore and his eyes rolled back in his head as she took control. He’d driven her crazy, now it was her turn. But as soon as the condom was in place, he grabbed her wrists, and laid her back onto the bed, securing her hands above her head with his much larger hand. He used his other hand to position his shaft at her opening. His eyes never left hers as he claimed her in one hard, unrelenting thrust.
    Her head fell back on a gasp, her inner muscles clenching around his intrusion. She coiled her legs around his hips, curving her pelvis into his and took him deeper.
    He began to drive mercilessly in and out of her. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain, but she didn’t want him to stop. Veins corded in his neck and shoulders as he strained to hold himself back from pounding into her. She didn’t want him to restrain himself. She wanted him to lose control.
    “More,” she demanded. “Harder.”
    “Not yet,” he grounded out through clenched teeth.
    Everything inside her tightened as sensations swept through her like a rogue wave. “Yes, now! ” She tore her hands free from his hold and grasped his hips, urging him to thrust faster, harder. On a curse he capitulated, his hands digging into her hips as he hammered home again and again, until she screamed his name.
    Her climax crashed into her, wave after wave of ecstasy heightened further as he shouted, and his orgasm pulsed deep within her. He held himself above her, his eyes squeezed shut, his body taut. Then he opened his eyes and stared right into hers. A slow satisfied smile spread over his lips. “I’m not giving you up.”

Chapter Fourteen
    What the hell did he just say? His words had Seana breaking the surface of the blissful sea of contentment she’d been floating on. “Come again?”
    “Don’t mind if I do,” he murmured, collapsing on top of her and nuzzling against her neck. “Just give me twenty minutes.”
    She slapped at his shoulder.
    His shaft jerked inside her, and