Lost in You (7 page)

Sam tenderly kissed the top of her head, folded her in his arms and let her bawl.
 

When the crying jag ended, he handed her a canteen.
 

She took a tiny sip.
 

“Drink more,” he demanded.
 

“No. I’m hungry and confused, not thirsty. I’m—” Lacy started sobbing again.
 

“Ssh. You’re just tired.”
 

She felt like an idiot for many reasons, but mostly for needing Sam to stick around. “You’ll—”
 

“Be right here.”
 

“Okay.” Before she drifted off, she whispered, “Since I lost the bracelet, that means I’m doomed to repeat past mistakes, doesn’t it?”
 

Sam stroked her hair. “Don’t worry. Just rest.”

While Lacy dozed, Becker dressed and dragged deadfall for the fire.
 

Two days had passed. They were out of food. Hiking out tomorrow until they reached something resembling civilization was a must. Dave might’ve already sent out a search team.
 

He glanced at Lacy. Possession rolled through him like a hot wind.
 

They’d created a connection deeper than phenomenal sex. Would their lives be simpler if he
could
cart her off into the woods and keep her to himself forever?
 

Nice fantasy. He couldn’t even feed or protect her for the short-term.
 

Speaking of…why hadn’t Lacy demanded that he hunt or fish to fill their rumbling bellies?
 

Did Lacy suspect he wasn’t an outdoorsman, but a suit-and-tie wearing workaholic? Since it appeared she’d given him her blind trust, how would she react when she found out he’d deceived her?
 

She’d be upset. He never wanted to see hurt in her big blue eyes.
 

He picked up her socks and shoes. Her shorts. He grabbed her shirt and tried to turn it right-side-out. Something was caught on the inside and he gently shook. Charms jingled as the missing bracelet fell from inside the shirt and hit the dirt.
 

Becker froze. Thank God. Now maybe she’d lose the forlorn look.
 

Maybe she’d get inventive in the naughty ways she’d show her gratitude that he’d found it.
 

But what if…he didn’t hand it over? What if finding her talisman was
his
sign that the changes he’d been searching for started with her? His mother claimed destiny and blind faith were intertwined. Alone the fragile threads could snap. Together they were a steel cable. He fingered the twisted silver chain.
 

Romantic nonsense? Or the leap of faith he’d been lacking?
 

Destiny aside, he needed a plan. How could he convince her these past days meant more than a random romp in the woods?
 

It hit him. Dave had Lacy’s address on file. After she returned to Manhattan, Becker could show up at her place, bracelet in hand. Confess his true “city slicker” identity. They could start fresh. Go out for a latte or something.
 

Right. Like a civilized coffee date would cut it after screwing like wild animals in the forest.
 

What to do?
 

Wait, which he was lousy at. He shoved the bracelet in his backpack for the time-being and hoped he hadn’t already screwed this up.
 

Half a protein bar didn’t slake Lacy’s hunger. Sam hadn’t complained about the lack of food. He hadn’t said much either.
 

There were plenty more interesting things to do besides talk.
 

Did she have the guts to make the first move?
 

The fire crackled. Sam caught her leering as he swiped a damp bandana over his face. “What?”
 

Lacy swallowed the fear that surly Becker had returned and would rebuff her. “I watched you cleaning up in the stream yesterday.”
 

“You did? Why?”
 

“Duh. Because you were half-naked and you are one hot man, Pecker.”
 

He grinned at her cheeky reminder of her previous nickname for him.
 

“I wanted so bad to—”
 

“To what?”
 

“Touch you.”
 

“Why didn’t you?”
 

“You didn’t like me much.”
 

He lifted a brow. “What’s stopping you from touching me now that we like each other a whole lot more than we did?”
 

She seized the dare and gave him a once-over. “Your clothes.”
 

Sam stood. Shed his shorts and shirt in a flash.
 

The red glow from the fire threw shadows over his sculpted form, making him appear cast from bronze. Her mouth watered. Slinging the canteen over her shoulder, she eliminated the distance between them.
 

Lacy placed her hands on his chest. Smoothed her palms over his chiseled pecs. “Yum.” She took his flat nipple in her mouth, sucking until it puckered on her tongue. Then she gradually slid her hands down his center. His flat belly quivered from her touch, giving her an incredible sense of power.
 

As she kissed a path to his neglected nipple, she urged his body against hers by grabbing his muscular ass. Sam’s erection fit perfectly in the cradle of her hips. She ground into him.
 

His head fell back, but his heated gaze remained on hers.
 

She circled his impressive shaft and pumped from root to tip.
 

Sam hissed when she flicked her tongue over the hard nipple in time with her thumb sweeping across the weeping tip of his cock.
 

Lacy nibbled the column of his throat, swirling damp kisses up to his ear where she blew softly.
 

Sam moaned.
 

“You want my mouth on you?”
 

“God yes.”
 

“Do you trust me?”
 

“Yes.”
 

“Stand still and close your eyes.”
 

Her heart raced as he obeyed. She retreated, uncapped the canteen and dumped cold water on his straining cock.
 

He jumped. “Jesus—”
 

She dropped to her knees, sucking his water-cooled dick deep into her warm mouth.
 

“Christ!”
 

Lacy’s teeth scraped the length as she slowly released the silky hardness. Mmm. He tasted clean. Musky. Her sex grew wet, her thighs sticky as she tightened her lips around the thick, purple head, licking the glans with her curled tongue.
 

Sam clutched her hair.
 

She made soft, passionate noises as he thrust in and out of her eager mouth.
 

“Say my name,” she demanded before taking him deep again.
 

“Lacy.”
 

She increased the rhythm, hollowing her cheeks, gripping him in her hand as she sucked his rod to the back of her throat.
 

“Say it again when you’re as far in as you can go.”
 

“Goddammit—”
 

“Say it!” Her hand pumped rapidly, the wetness from her mouth made the faster pace easy as she sucked.
 

“Lacy! Enough!” he bellowed.
 

Sam hauled her up and carried her to the sleeping bag.
 

“What? Didn’t you like it?”
 

“Jesus? Are you kidding? I loved it.”
 

“But I wanted to—”
 

“Another time, okay?” He crawled on her, a male animal on the prowl. “I want you. I’m finding I want things with you I’ve never wanted.”
 

Lacy’s heart slipped.
 

Her clothes vanished. Sam stretched out and lifted her over his bronzed body so she straddled him. “Ride me.”
 

Her silken hair tantalized his chest as she leaned forward and angled her hips. His shaft slipped in and they groaned simultaneously. Her hands clutched his shoulders; she moved in long, sensuous strokes.
 

Sam let her control the pace. His hungry mouth suckled her nipples as his fingers stroked her clit. She came immediately. Then he whispered sweet words across her passion-dampened flesh until she was lost to anything but the feel, the sound and the taste of him. Of Sam.
 

When neither could hold back, Lacy rocked her pelvis at the same time Sam fixed his lips to hers in a bone-melting kiss. Together they went spiraling into the abyss of pleasure.
 

Later, after the embers died, Lacy said, “What about the log?”
 

“There’s still a few hours until sunrise.” Sam tugged her closer and murmured, “We have to find our way out tomorrow.”
 

“I know. I’d rather stay like this.”
 

“Me too, cupcake. Sleep now. We’ll talk later.”
 

Chapter Six
 

Lacy yawned and poked Sam. “It’s dawn.”
 

He groaned. “I’m tired.”
 

“Your fault, you fiend.” Her insides liquefied as she remembered Sam waking her with ravenous kisses. Coaxing her to the log like some mythological god to ravish her in the moonlight. It’d been hedonistic, magical and perfect.
 

“Was worth it. C’mere. I like waking up with you.”
 

“You do?”
 

“Mmm-hmm.”
 

She scooted away from him and the temptation to put faith in words he’d uttered when he was half-asleep. “Move it, Becker.”
 

“Slave driver.”
 

Once they’d packed up, Lacy stared at the swath of clear water disappearing around a steep curve.