Edge of Surrender by Laura Griffin

fingers through his soft hair and pressed herself against him, even as the logical side of her brain told her to pull away and escape while she still could.
    The thing was, she didn’t want to. She knew what his mouth and his hands could do to her, and she wanted it with a determination that shocked her. She wanted him to take her to that white-hot, blissful place again, that place that made the rest of the world disappear, until it was just his kiss and his body and the all-consuming heat of what he did to her.
    His hands slid over her hips, and she realized her skirt was hiked up around her waist now. She ground against his erection.
    â€œI need—Jesus, Emma—” He kissed her again, pushing the shirt off her shoulders, then flinging it aside. And then she was on his lap in her bra, the white lace practically glowing in the moonlight as her breasts spilled over the cups. He gazed up at her, his eyes simmering. “I need you naked.”
    Need . She could see it in his eyes. And there was something different now, something rougher in his tone that sent a tingle through her. He kissed her again, and it was harder, fiercer. He gripped her hips with a possessiveness she’d never felt from anyone. And in that moment, she knew that whatever he wanted from her, anything at all, she’d say yes.
    He broke the kiss and pulled back. Heat blazed in his eyes, as though he’d read her mind. He slid her off his lap and pulled her toward the tent. She stumbled against him, and then he lifted the flap and guided her inside.
    The little shelter was darker and warmer and strangely quiet. She heard him moving around outside, getting something from the truck, and her heart pounded as she looked around, trying to get a handle on what she was doing. But before she got a handle on anything, he eased in beside her, and she was acutely aware of the enormous maleness of him as he completely filled the tight space. Moonlight filtered through one of the mesh windows, and in the dimness she saw that he’d taken off his shirt and his boots.
    Emma’s heart skittered. It was just the two of them. No blanket, no sleeping bag, only a few scraps of clothing between them, and the raw energy emanating from him made her pulse race. Suddenly, she was beset by doubts. She was alone in a tent with this huge, beautiful man, this warrior, and she didn’t have a clue what to do with him.
    â€œCome here.” His voice was low and rumbling, and he pulled her on top of him, making her breath whoosh out. She pushed up onto her palms, and her breasts rested on his chest, completely spilling out of the lace now. He reached behind her and unhooked the clasp, and his low moan of approval gave her a rush of pride.
    His hands glided up and over her legs and settled on her bottom as he kissed her. It was deep and warm and thorough, and she started to relax into it, into him, but then her heart skittered again as she heard the rasp of the zipper at the back of her skirt. She went still, and the faint little noise was the only sound in the world. Then he gently rolled her onto her back and in one deft motion slid her skirt and panties off her body.
    She heard his low groan in the dark and felt his eyes raking over her body. She brought her arms to her chest, but he took her wrists and pinned them at her sides.
    â€œDon’t hide from me.”
    She stared up at him in the dimness and tried to ignore the hot flush of nerves. “You can’t even see me.”
    His hand glided over her thigh, her hip, her too-round stomach, and came to rest on her breast. “Yeah, I can.” He bent down, and she felt the hot pull of his mouth on her.
    She let her hands sweep over his muscled shoulders and combed her fingers into his hair as he kissed and licked her. His mouth did something to her, flipped a switch deep inside of her, and that delicious warm pulsing started up again. His stubble rasped against her skin, and she shivered