Body Temperature and Rising - Book One of the Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy Read Online Free Page A

heat he gave her, the more she demanded. She thrust up to meet him, straining and groaning, her thigh muscles tightening and trembling around his ribs until it was a wonder that he could catch his breath. The harder she gripped and thrust the harder he thrust back. She became a mindless bundle of desire, gabbling and mewling and grinding while the whole cave danced like an inferno just outside her field of vision. 
    ‘The depth of your need is astonishing.’ His voice was a breathless whisper. ‘Enough to ignite the whole world and burn it to a cinder, enough to hold my manhood prisoner and never let it go, a condition in which I would rejoice.’
    ‘God, you’re a fucking poet,’ she gasped. ‘It’s better than talking dirty.’ The words barely escaped her lips before searing heat blasted her with an orgasm that, indeed threatened to burn her to a cinder.
    ‘That’s it my love. That’s it my darling. Sharpen your fire on me. Take the release you need, and let me be the instrument of your pleasure.’ His last words were swallowed back in a harsh grunt. His hips crushed into her, and his cock felt like a battering ram. She could feel it twitch and release his own pleasure inside her, molten hot, searing her insides with the mark of his desire. 
    ‘Ah, you are a goddess,’ he whispered. ‘I am in ecstasy.’
    The world tilted slightly as he rolled again and wriggled and shifted until her body rested completely on top of his, his cock still nestled in her cunt. 
    ‘Anderson?’ She gasped when she could manage to form words again.
    ‘Yes my love.’
    ‘Did you study Shakespeare?’
    ‘No. Why do you ask?’
    She snuggled closer to him, her cunt still gripping his cock possessively. ‘It’s just the way you talk. It’s so …’
    ‘I studied the romantics. They were all the rage when I was among the … Let us just say I find them satisfying.’ He ran a warm hand down to cup and caress her bottom, and she wriggled into his touch.
    ‘Studied the romantics. Of course you did.’ Her last words slurred as though someone had given her a powerful drug and it was taking its delicious toll on her. ‘What a great way to pick up chicks.’
    He chuckled softly. ‘I would like to tell you that picking up chicks, as you put it, was not my intention, but that would be a lie. Now my love, rest and get warm. The storm will pass soon, and then you may go home.’
    She wouldn’t have believed it under the circumstances, but it was an effort to hear his words as he kissed her ear. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep wrapped in his arms, resting on top of the slow rise and fall of his bare chest. Still fully impaled. 

    She woke with a start to find Tara leaning over her pushing her hair away from her face. ‘Wake up sleeping beauty. Storm’s cleared. Time to get you back home.’ She held out Marie’s panties teasingly on one finger. 
    Blushing hard, Marie grabbed them away and shimmied them up over her hips.
    Surprisingly, Marie’s clothes were all dry and warm. While Tara watched her unabashedly, she scrabbled into them and looked around the cave expectantly.
    Tara offered a knowing smile. ‘Anderson asked me to convey his deepest apologies, but he couldn’t stay. He had a pressing appointment and he was loath to wake you.’ She shrugged. ‘His words exactly.’
    Marie tried to mask her disappointment, but Tara was too astute. ‘You completely and totally captivated him. Also his words. And if it’s any comfort to you, Anderson is not the fuck and run sort.’
    Once Marie was dressed, Tara produced a flask of tea and a very large cheese scone from her rucksack. ‘I figured you must be starving after your ordeal.’ Her eyes sparkled as they raked over Marie’s dishevelled condition. 
    Marie tore into a scone. In truth, she was ravenous. ‘I lost my compass,’ she said.
    ‘I know, Anderson told me.’ She handed Marie a cup of tea. 
    ‘I can’t believe I didn’t stir. I mean he was