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Christian Bailey was better than a prince charming or a knight in shining armor. He was real, and he was hers.
Forever.
Chapter Fifteen
November 21st
8:33 A.M.
Damn, she was beautiful.
Heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
Surf couldn’t get enough of looking at her.
Right now, all Lila was doing was sitting at the table preparing some fish he’d caught for them in the same river that had nearly claimed her life, and she was just stunning. Their clothes were still drying so she was gloriously naked. Her smooth skin was still too pale for his liking and married with cuts and bruises, but her delicate hourglass figure, curves he had touched and tasted every inch of, were the stuff men dreamed of.
Add in the long blonde mane that hung down her back like spun gold, long-lashed blue eyes that she kept peeking at him through, plump pink lips that were the most kissable things he’d ever seen, and it was a wonder he could think of anything but burying himself in her tight, wet heat. Drawing breathy moans from her as he thrust inside her and hearing his name fall from her lips as she surrendered to the pleasure.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll forget all about being hungry,” she said, giving him a shy, sweet smile. Lila still lacked a little confidence when it came to her body, at least until he put his hands—or his mouth—on her, then she turned into a veritable sex kitten.
Surf laughed. Part of him wanted to take what he knew she would willingly offer, but the other part was filled with a deep need to take care of her. And not just sexually. Sure, he could give her a quick orgasm, and they could go back to preparing the fish, but they hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours, and he wanted to take care of all of her. Which meant food first, sex second.
There were still a couple of MREs in his pack, but he thought they might as well take advantage of having the fire and eating some fresh food. While he could whip them up a fire while they were out in the forest it increased the chances of them being spotted, something he didn’t want to risk.
“Later I’ll get my fill of you. Right now I’m feeding you,” he said as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head.
They’d lost a good day and a half already. If his team were alive and unhurt, they would be going crazy with worry for him and Lila, but yesterday they’d both been too exhausted and needed the rest. His plan had been to spend the morning in the cabin, then after another fresh meal for lunch head back out into the forest.
Last night was the night he’d promised her they’d be back at the mansion. Instead, she still had at least today and tomorrow to go, maybe longer. Her ankle was bad. She wasn’t complaining, but he could tell she could hardly bear weight on it, meaning he might have to carry her.
“I’ve never cooked over a fire before,” Lila said.
Since he hadn’t wanted to use any of the supplies whoever owned the cabin had stocked there, he’d caught them enough fish for breakfast and lunch. Lila had seemed excited by the idea of cooking it over the fire, and he also got the impression that she wanted to show him she wasn’t some spoiled little rich girl. Not that he’d thought she was.
“You’re going to love it,” he told her.
“I know I will. Maybe once everything dies down, and you have Zara in custody and anyone else working with her, and it’s safe again, we could go camping. I’ve never been, but it looks like fun.”
Warmth rushed through him, and it had nothing to do with desire for his gorgeous woman. Despite their vastly different upbringings, they had so much in common, and he couldn’t wait to get the shackles of this damn conspiracy off their backs so they could start the rest of their lives together.
Standing behind her, he pressed one hand to her stomach while the other rested on her shoulder. “It’s a date.”
Her breathy moan and the way she slightly tilted her head as though silently begging for his lips on her neck unraveled his control.
“You want this, darlin’?” he asked as he kissed the spot just behind her ear he knew would make her shiver.
“Mmm, I always want your lips on me.”
“Yeah?” Surf trailed a line of kisses down to the curve of her shoulder and back up again. “What else do you want?”
“Your hands touching me.”
“Touching you where, sweetheart?” he asked as the hand on her stomach drifted higher to claim one of her breasts.
“Mmm,” she moaned again. “Touching me there.”
“Where else?” The hand on her shoulder swept down her arm and settled on her hip, his fingers cresting the dip between her thighs.
