In my mind, I try to form a smartass response. Something to knock him down a peg for being so damned cocky and just assuming I’m desperate to climb on him and have his thick cock part my walls, penetrating me deeper than I’ve ever experienced before. Out loud, though, all I manage is a sigh that betrays the ache of need building up in me.

“Is that so?” I manage to lamely squeak out, but there’s no fire in my words. Not like the wall of flames building up in the stove behind Ryan.

I had no idea he was a navy SEAL, but now it does make a few things click into place. The way he fought Wolfe, he looked like someone with experience. I just figured he’s been in a few brawls on his crazy road trip. Swaggering into small town bars and flirting with the ladies is a sure way to make some drunken enemies.

Now I understand how he was able to keep Wolfe under control so well because he’s done hand-to-hand combat. Or maybe he’s fought guys who’d make Wolfe look like a little purring kitten. My pussy floods with desire and I clench my thighs tight as my breathing quickens. There’s just something so raw and primal about being with a man you know can protect you. A man you know would fight to the end for you. I just hope Wolfe doesn’t track us down and make it come to that.

“It is.” There’s no glint of teasing in his eyes. He levels me with his serious stare and I swallow hard. How does he cause this tingle of nerves that are fluttering in my belly? Something about how he carries himself, the way he talks, it makes my years of experiences fade away until they disappear from memory, like he’s the first man I’ve ever shared my body with.

“Get your boots off and toss them next to the stove,” Ryan instructs me, walking away from me before I can even pretend I’m not going to listen. I rip open my laces and tug off my boots, delicately placing them on the tile floor as he yanks his sleeping gear out.

Ryan neatly lays out a sleeping bag and blanket as I tug off my wet socks. No sooner than it’s laid on the floor, he strides up to me and runs his hands down over my soaking wet shirt. He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to. I can almost feel his rapid pulse in his fingertips as he slides them under the hem and slowly pulls it free from my body.

I help him undress me, holding my hands up over my head while he removes the clinging wet fabric. The chill in the air swirls around me, making my nipples pucker up into peaks. But Ryan breathes a deep heat over me as he kisses a trail over my neck and down across my collarbone and down over my full breast.

I gasp as he sucks my nipple in over his lips and the taut diamond tip meets his flickering tongue. I can’t control the building pleasure that begins to boil up inside me as I let my head fall back and my wet hair blanket me.

“God, your tits are perfect.” Ryan cups one in his hand and circles his tongue around my rosy nipple.

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” I purr, pushing my hips into him.

“Get your sexy ass over here.” Ryan grabs my arms and walks me backward until my bare feet hit the blanket he’s laid out for us. I let him push me to my knees and smirk up at him as the rock hard outline of his cock hides nothing of what’s promised to me in his jeans.

I lick my lips slowly and he groans. Grabbing his wet shirt with one hand at the back of the neck, he tugs it off quickly and tosses it to the floor. I gaze over the incredible definition in his abs. The way the muscles are cut deep, each one firm and perfect. I run my hands up over his stomach partly just to convince myself he’s real.

“I can’t wait to suck you off again,” I tease him and he appears to be almost in pain as I take my time opening his belt and tugging down his zipper. When I push the wet fabric down far enough, his fat cock swings in front of my face like a wagging finger telling me how naughty I am. I slide my lips over the tip and smile as I hear Ryan give in to the pleasure.

That’s why, when he steps back, I’m totally confused. He doesn’t let the question form on my lips, though. Sliding down to the blanket with me, he kisses me hard and deep as his fingers open my pants and he pushes them down over the curve of my ass like he doesn’t care if he destroys them in the process.

He guides me back onto the blanket and I lift my hips to help him slip the jeans and my panties the rest of the way down. “I can’t wait to be inside you, Red. There’s something about you, I don’t know what it is, but it fucking kills my self-control. If you suck me off for ten more seconds I’ll cum in your mouth. I can’t have that. I need to fuck you.”

I open my legs, giving him a glimpse of the place he’s so desperate for, and watch him stare at my glistening pussy transfixed. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan,” I confess.

I’ve never felt sexier than right now. The way his body is tensed up and almost shivering with desire for me. I’m not sure I’ve ever had this much power over a guy before. I’d get high on it, revel in it, maybe even take advantage of it if he wasn’t having the exact same effect on me. The truth is, I’m just as desperate for every inch of him to slide up inside me. It’s like a drug and I’m dying for my next hit.

Ryan pulls his wallet out of his jeans and then pushes them free of his legs. It takes maybe a second for him to tug a foil wrapper free from inside and push a condom down his shaft and secure it. He moves in on me quickly, pushing my knees flat to the floor so my pussy is completely exposed to him. Ryan lines his cock up to my entrance. Even just the tip pressed past my lips is enough to make me clench down in anticipation. I lean up on my elbows, watching as he fists the base of his thick member, but my eyes flutter closed and a moan escapes my lips as he fills me completely and bears his weight down on my body.

“Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. He cradles my head on his hand and holds his torso up with his free arm as he thrusts into me deeper. I lift my legs, sliding them around his waist and locking him in with my ankles. I dig my heels into his ass, bringing him in deeper, and he cuts off my mewling with his kisses.

“I’m so wet for you,” I manage to speak. “There’s no way I could take your cock if I wasn’t.” I notice the smirk that crosses his face.

Ryan grunts as he pushes into me deep. I’m so full, stretched out so tight, there’s almost a hint of pain mixed with the overwhelming bliss building up inside.

“Are you ready?” His eyes flicker over to mine and I can see a fever burning up inside him. “’Cause I’m gonna fuck your tight little pussy raw,” he growls.

I bite my lip as my walls bear down against him. Just his words make me tighten against his shaft and I nod. “I’m ready.”

Ryan was restraining himself before. I didn’t realize how fast and hard he could fuck until I told him to stop holding back. He plants his hands on either side of my head and each thrust of his hips slides his member inside me so deep all I can do is gasp as my body trembles and my tits bounce. He pumps into me faster, sweat glistening down over his brow at the same speed my fingernails drag over his back. He reaches back and unhooks my feet. Grabbing a heel in each hand, he holds them up by my head and fills me so completely, his balls slap against my asshole with each deep thrust.

My pussy clenches down and my orgasm shreds through me, spreading through my body like a ripple in a pond, each circle spreading out further and further until I’m completely quaking with bliss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Ryan warns me as he buries his cock inside me deep. His seed spurts into the latex barrier between us and his muscles tense and twitch as he empties his cum inside.

He rolls off of me and collapses back on the blanket, pulling me to his side. For a moment, the abandoned house is eerily silent except for our breathing and the crackle of the fire. It’s like we escaped the outside world and created our own little universe of two. I lie against his chest and let my body hum as I listen to Ryan’s beating heart.

“Told you I’d warm you up,” Ryan muses and kisses my forehead.

I laugh and snuggle into him, basking in the glow of the fire and listening to the rain outside tink off the tin roof. Sleep tugs at me, lulling me into a sweet dream.

Crash! Klunk!

My eyelids spring open and Ryan sits up straight as my heart races and I stare at the living room door horrified.

“Oh fuck, he found us! Ryan, what are we going to do?” My throat closes up and my words escape from my vocal chords like a hiss of air from a flattening tire.

He jumps to his feet, completely naked and ready to fight off Wolfe for the second time today. This time, he holds his finger over his lips to shush me and grabs a chopped log of wood like a baseball bat and creeps toward the door. I rise to my feet and watch, praying that somehow Wolfe hasn’t tracked us down. But in my heart, I know that no matter where I go, he’ll find me.