Part 20 (1/2)

Her nipples grew hard, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s swelled and her p.u.s.s.y creamed, but she didn't program in what she wanted. At least not yet. She'd have to wait until Blackie entered Phase Three. And then the fun would begin.

Until then, she needed to get as much nourishment as she could, because twenty-four hours was a long time to have s.e.x with a man in the throes of Pa.s.sion Poison.

A long time indeed.

Chapter Eleven.

Masturbating had been exactly what Kayla needed to take the edge off, and she slept well the rest of the night and late into the next morning. Upon awakening, she was surprised to discover Taylor sitting in the open doorway, and even more surprised at the splashes of suns.h.i.+ne casting misty, white rays across the glistening, rain-specked gra.s.s outside.

Immense relief and excitement made her literally hop out of bed and jump up and down with joy.

Taylor turned toward her, his smile so wide it led her to believe he must be much better. He actually had a s.e.xy little dimple bursting out of the left side of his mouth. Gosh, he looked so good when he smiled. So huggable.

She couldn't help but perch down on the door stoop beside him and throw her arms around his big shoulders in a warm hug. Nice muscles flexed beneath her hands, zipping a tingling warmth into her. The tingle quickly turned hot and moved through her like a fever.

”It's stopped, hasn't it? Or am I just dreaming?” she asked, trying hard not to show him how hot he made her just by merely touching him. She let go of him and stared out the doorway, telling herself it was the change in the weather that made happiness burst inside her.

She had to admit the sight was picturesque. She could see why Taylor and Jarod had faced the doorway the direction they did, in order to catch the late-morning blast of suns.h.i.+ne as it burst over the treetops of the white birch bark trees. Everything looked so fresh and clean out there. Gone was the cool dampness, replaced by a toasty warmth that seeped right into her flesh, making her so glad the rain was finally gone.

”The storms will return in several days,” he replied. ”We will leave here in the morning and find our way through the swamps to your brothers.”

Immense relief whipped through her. Heck, a few days without rain was better than just one day without it. She expected him to sound happier than he did at their leaving, but his intense concentration on a piece of shaped wood he held in one hand drew her attention. The item looked to be about ten inches long, with one tapered end and a flat, extended base at the other end.

At the largest part, near the middle and toward the thin base, it appeared a little over two inches thick. The wood looked very smooth and had been fas.h.i.+oned in the shape of an hourgla.s.s. If she didn't know any better, she would think he'd whittled it in the form of a...

Kayla swallowed. Her a.s.s clenched and her p.u.s.s.y creamed.

The air grew sensually charged between them.

”Um, what are you making?” she asked, suddenly kind of shy.

”It is finished. It is for you,” he whispered gently.

When he looked at her, his eyes told the rest of the story. l.u.s.t and arousal burned there and Kayla literally blazed with a need for him so powerful, she actually hurt everywhere. She couldn't help but wonder what to say or to how to ask him if it was indeed what she thought it was...a b.u.t.t plug.

”A present? For me? I like presents.”

He grinned. ”You will like this one then.” He held it up for her to see.

”It's...um...very smooth.”

”It is as silky smooth and almost as wide and long as my c.o.c.k.”

Oh. My.

He studied her as he spoke. ”The wood is as hard as my c.o.c.k and no chance of slivers.”

Okay. Slivers are not good.

His grin widened at her apparent discomfort on the subject.

”Have you ever worn one? Do you know what it is?”

”Yes... I mean, I know what it is, but...um...no, I haven't worn one.”

Appreciation and excitement glittered in his eyes.

”Then you are a virgin there?” Hopefulness whipped across his face.

Her cheeks flamed. Oh man, what a time to blush.

”You look very pretty with your face red.”

Oh sweet cabin, please cave in on me.

He winced as he s.h.i.+fted and turned to face her. She'd have to check the wound in his side, but not yet. Right now thoughts of morning s.e.x floated in the air. How could they not be when he was making her a b.u.t.t plug?

He placed the plug and his knife into a small woven basket and, to her surprise, he lifted his hands to her face. His calloused fingers were rough against her flesh as he caressed her burning cheeks. His touch so gentle and featherlight, she was amazed a man as big as he could possess such tenderness.

”You are a very beautiful woman. You have nothing to be bashful about.”

Shy? Me?

Like she hadn't just been traveling and having s.e.x with a stranger? How could he consider her shy?

His breathing had gotten heavier. Hers had too. His head was moving closer to hers and hers moved closer to his. Gosh, were they ever on the same wavelength.

”I watched you masturbating in the river last night,” he whispered a split second before his mouth brushed gently against her lips.

She shuddered beneath his kiss. Her blood sang with arousal at his confession of watching her o.r.g.a.s.m in the river. Oh great. What was it with this guy? Did he want her face to be even redder? Because it was getting way too hot in here.

”I want to watch you now.”

Kayla blinked. Had she heard right?

His hands slipped from her cheeks to settle on her shoulders as he kissed her harder, his mouth moving firm against her lips. She twined her arms around his neck, falling headlong into the magnificent s.h.i.+vers of delight he easily invoked in her.

Abruptly, he broke the kiss. ”On the bed. I wish to watch.”

She creamed at his instruction. She nodded numbly and stood. On trembling legs, she padded barefoot to the bed.

”Remove your skirt,” he said thickly.

She blew out a deep breath and did as he said, removing her skirt slowly, letting it brush down her thighs before dropping it to the floor. She climbed onto the bed and sat on the edge.

He approached her with the basket containing the plug, his limp distinct. She'd forgotten about his limp in all the panic of getting him to this cabin. Maybe she should inquire more about what had happened to him.