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Instead, Ukiah left the
porch. His mouth returned to hers, his kisses long, sensuous
assaults that left her aching and needy, wet and swollen.
    He took her a short distance into the woods,
to a tiny building surrounded by totem poles. "Is this a ceremonial
sweat lodge?"
    "No. It's a sauna I built for the guests to
enjoy."
    He placed her on her feet and unbuttoned her
torn, bloody shirt. Her nipples went instantly tight but she
grabbed his hands. A glance around and she saw several cabins
discreetly positioned among the trees. "I can't strip here!"
    Ukiah laughed, enjoying the way she grew
flustered at the thought of someone other than him seeing her
without clothing.
    Complete satisfaction followed his
amusement. Utter masculine contentment as he remembered how she'd
been with him in the cave. How freely she'd given him access to her
body, let him touch and kiss every inch. Let him keep her
naked.
    His cock pressed urgently against the front
of his jeans. The throb of his heartbeat pounding through his
shaft.
    He leaned in and kissed her, nibbled on her
lips because he couldn't stop himself. "There's no one here but us.
The lodge is closed for the winter."
    She loosened her grip on his hands and he
finished removing her clothing, ushered her into the sauna building
before she grew chilled. Marisa laughed and tugged at one of his
braids, sending a jolt of pure happiness straight to his heart. "I
notice you didn't strip where someone might see you."
    He kissed her again, found that having her
naked while he was fully clothed satisfied something deeply primal
in him. "That's because my clothing isn't covered in dried mud and
blood."
    Her hands went to the buttons at the front
of his shirt. She undid them, then pushed the material away, baring
his chest. Her fingers teased over his nipple. His cock jerked and
leaked.
    "Should I help you get undressed like you
helped me?" she asked, her voice husky and aroused, curling around
his erection and making him groan, each of her strokes to his
nipple sending shards of ice-hot pleasure straight to his cock.
    His mouth reclaimed hers, his tongue thrust
and twined with hers. It became too painful to remain clothed. He
stripped, anxious to feel her against him. "A quick rinse and we'll
go into the main room."
    She looked around at the small shower area.
He said, "This is the men's entrance. The women's entrance is on
the other side."
    He led her to where the floor was tiled and
lifted the hand-held shower wand. He rinsed himself first, then
turned the spray on her.
    "I can take care of myself," she said,
heating him with memories of bathing her in the cave.
    Ukiah's hand swept down her body and hovered
directly over her sex, sending a stream of water pounding against
her clit.
    "I like to take care of you," he said and
closed the distance between the wand's head and her swollen flesh,
intensifying the effect of the water.
    When she would have moved away, he crowded
her against the wall, holding her there with the force of his will
and the pleasure he was giving her. "Spread your legs wider," he
commanded, his free hand dropping to his cock, encircling it.
    He hadn't meant to linger in this room but
whenever she was naked he lost his concentration. Her gaze followed
his hand and his balls pulled tight in warning. She licked her lips
and the remembered feel of her mouth had him nearly coming.
    Her hand joined his, covering it. Her thumb
brushed over his exposed cock head, a quick pass and then a
lingering rub against the slit.
    Ukiah's buttocks clenched. He pumped into
their joined hands.
    She'd bested him and they both knew it. If
they didn't stop now he'd spew his seed on naked flesh before he
could drive her to orgasm with the shower wand.
    With a groan he pulled the wand away from
her, slipped it onto the wall mount and turned off the water.
Marisa started to go to her knees.
    "No," he gasped, forcing his hand away from
his cock, and with it, hers, then pulling her against his chest