Capture Me Read Online Helena Newbury

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She felt so small and fragile next to my big body, even though I knew how dangerous she was. I slid forward on the grass until my chest pressed up against her back. That left me on a weird diagonal so there was nothing else for it but to—

I shifted my lower body forward. Our bodies gradually kissed: ankles, calves, thighs...last of all, my cock touched the warm softness of her ass.

She reacted instantly. Her entire body tensed, her spine stiffening. I looked down at her face and saw her jaw tense. How could you, you beast? Then she gave a sort of hmph and glared straight ahead. Her breathing was definitely faster, now. Anger? Or something else?

I rested my head on the ground. That put my chin against the top of her head and suddenly, all I could smell was the orchid and berry scent of her. Don’t get hard, I willed myself. Don’t get hard.

I tentatively slid my arm around her waist. I went slow because I was paranoid I was going to misjudge it and accidentally touch her boobs. But the result was that what was meant to be a simple, businesslike touch became a stroke: I could feel the warmth of her throbbing through the thin army shirt, the smooth, feminine softness of her belly under my fingertips. And that sent blood surging exactly where I didn’t want it. My cock rose and stiffened, nestling into the valley between her ass cheeks.

Tanya’s breathing caught. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I could feel she was staring straight ahead into the fire. Furious or turned on? Both?

I closed my eyes. And gradually, I felt her body relax.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. I never really sleep, when I’m transporting a prisoner. But I could rest my eyes and maybe doze.

She flexed slightly and the lush, soft cheeks of her ass rubbed my cock. Nope. Not gonna sleep a wink.

I closed my eyes.

And slept.

15

TANYA

I lay there staring at the fire without seeing it. All of my attention was on the feel of him against me.

The press of his chest against my back, so wide that it made me feel tiny. I could feel that, if I scooched down just a little, my head would slide into the perfect cradle between his pecs. I didn’t, of course.

The warmth of his thickly-muscled legs, their hardness pressing against my softness all the way from my hips down to my ankles. I could feel the brutal, unstoppable power of him: God, a man with muscles like that could fuck all night long, just riding you.

Most of all, I could feel his cock, the scalding length of it pressed between the cheeks of my ass. It was already weighty and thick enough that it set off that infuriating weakness every time he shifted position and it nudged against me. And he was only half hard.

Then there was his arm, locked like iron around my waist. His bicep was all of an inch away from caressing the side of my breast and the soft skin was aching and throbbing, crying out to be touched. God, his arm was so heavy, loaded with muscle. I felt like a doll, with it wrapped around me. If he wanted to roll me onto my back, all it would take would be a casual tug with that arm. Then I’d be panting up at the stars as he pulled my pants down and spread me wide—

I glared at the fire, hoping he couldn’t see how red my cheeks were. I could feel I was wet, just from imagining...

The brutal weight of his body pinning me to the ground, my wrists in his hands, his lips forcing mine apart. His big hands squeezing my breasts, thumbs rubbing my nipples. His thick fingers opening me, discovering my wetness…

I crushed my thighs together, hoping he couldn’t feel it. Inside, I’d gone trembly and flighty. My whole body was responding to him, the warm throb of him against my back resonating through me and dissolving all rational thought. My heart was racing and I felt like I was skittering on ice skates, arms flailing and out of control. A tiny, crazy part of me wanted to crane my head back and whisper to him. Three little words, that’s all it would take to slice through the leash that restrained him.

I want you.

I scowled. No! All that mattered was tracking down Maravić. To do that, I had to get away from Colton. And to do that, I had to maintain my edge. As long as I kept things how they were, I had the power. It wasn’t the first time I’d kept a man panting and desperate in order to control him: what my old instructor used to call leading a man around by his cock. I just wasn’t used to doing it when I wanted him as much as he wanted me. If I was leading Colton around by his cock, he had me one growl, one look away from sinking to my knees.


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