Safe In Your Arms by Kelliea Ashley Page A

desperate need in him that he couldn’t deny. He heard both their hearts pound hard as he dropped his head to take her lips as he thrust into her. Mina instantly wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, her hips thrusting up to help seat him fully within her. It was heaven, or as close as he was bound to get in this lifetime. Her body fit his like a tight glove, wet and hot.
    They came together in a desperate rhythm of thrust and retreat, lips and tongues meeting to end in gasps of necessary air. Gabe slammed into her harder and faster when he felt her getting closer. Mina’s head arched back, her breasts with their tight little nipples grazing his chest as her legs and pussy squeezed him tightly. She would have screamed, but he quickly took the sound with a hard kiss. Her nails dug into his back, her body tightening on his, and thrusting him into his own orgasm. His last thought before he collapsed on her was, “Holy shit!”

Chapter Seven
    Mina sat on one of the rocks, feeling alone and lost. She didn’t know what to think about her early morning sex romp with the moody Gabriel Landing. The man gave her the best orgasm she’d ever experienced during sex. Okay, if she was perfectly honest with herself, it was the only orgasm she’d had during intercourse. She’d come by being fingered and on her own, but never while a sweaty guy was slamming into her like a bull mounting a docile cow. What made this time different? What made him different? She bit her lip as she looked out over the foggy waters of the river.
    Maybe it was the situation they found themselves in. Lives in jeopardy every second of the day and night, worry and fear of being found by the undead; who wouldn’t grab onto a life-affirming experience when they got the chance thrown at them? Her stomach clenched as she wondered if that was what he’d done when she literally threw herself at him. Never in her life had she initiated sex with any man. Shame heated her face as she shook her head. He’d enjoyed it, she reminded herself. At least, he had until he finished and rolled off her.
    It hadn’t taken him long to pull on his shorts. He’d lit the oil lantern and looked at her. Why hadn’t she covered herself? A sound of disgust left her as she berated herself. The look in his eyes had been hard to read. His words and actions hadn’t.
    “I have to go. I’ll be back in the afternoon with food. Don’t go anywhere, Mina.” He’d turned and left without so much as a, “Thanks for the ride.”
    She shouldn’t be surprised or hurt by his actions. After all, weren’t men and women different when it came to sex? Women took it as a highly personal act to let a man inside her body. Men just fucked and forgot. Hadn’t she learned that lesson well enough by now? A zombie apocalypse surely wouldn’t change that.
    Mina was still pissed off about it, though. The least he could have done was stay with her for breakfast. He’d left her alone, again. And where the hell did he disappear to? It was an island; he couldn’t go far. She bit her lip as she looked toward the cave and the trees going up the hill. Something had to be on the other side of that hill. He’d told her to stay put, but he could have meant don’t go into the water and swim for the opposite shore.
    Who would blame her for wanting to venture around the island? Plus, if she thought about it, wouldn’t he expect her to scout out the terrain in case they attacked? She’d want to know where to run to for cover or a good hiding spot. Looking at her bare feet, she made a face. The man still hadn’t had the foresight to bring her back her shoes, clothes, or weapons. Maybe that was because he wanted to keep her a prisoner of means. If she didn’t have shoes, then she wouldn’t be going too far, now would she?
    “The hell I won’t.” Chin raised stubbornly, she stood up to march into the cave. Tossing up the cover of his chest, she rummaged through some of his clothes to find a pair of blue