The Killing Fields Deleted Scene #01
“I’m off duty now.”
Carol spun around, caught off guard. “What?”
Daniel kept his distance as she made up her mind. The slaver’s tent was full and he’d watched her make a bed behind all the gear to have a bit of privacy.
Carol was suddenly afraid. She hadn’t been with a real man since the war, and back then, she hadn’t been willing.
Daniel sensed that and more as he slowly removed his jacket.
Her nervous gaze went to his arms and chest, and lingered on his lean hips. The form-fitting black shirt was tucked messily into his waistband and Daniel held still against the urge to fix it. He hoped it was coming off.
Carol swallowed, not sure what she wanted.
Daniel draped his jacket over a stack of crates, but didn’t come toward her. They stared at each other, one with incredible longing, the other with infinite patience.
Carol found her voice. “You won’t…hurt me?”
Daniel delivered a soft, inviting smile. “Not even if you wanted me to.” He moved a bit closer, keeping his hands still and his eyes on hers. “Would it help to know what I want?”
Carol nodded nervously, tension flooding her stomach with pangs of fear and need. This was what it felt like to be alive. She’d missed this!
Daniel carefully reached out and stroked his thumb down her weathered cheek, body tightening when her lips parted in a gasp. They had great sparks.
Daniel unbuckled his gun belt and put it with his jacket, then dropped down into her bed with a sensual grin. “Can I hold you first?”
It was, of course, the perfect thing to say. Carol crawled into his arms without any more delay, and Daniel closed his eyes as sensation rushed over him. He couldn’t help but compare the feel of her to Alexa, but he refused to decide which was better. Ruining the moment wasn’t part of the plan.
Carol trembled when he gently tilted her head up so he could look at her. “We can just stay like this.”
Carol answered him with a kiss that begged him to take her all the way to the edge and shove her over.
Daniel groaned in response, grip tightening. He didn’t let her pull away when he felt fear trying to creep back in. She’d obviously not been treated well.
“I won’t hurt you, baby,” he swore, kissing the corner of her mouth as his hands pressed her close. “Just love you.”
Carol was helpless to the rush of emotions and hormones. She held tight to his big arms as his tongue danced with hers. When his long fingers found a rocky peak and gently squeezed, she arched in his embrace. The erotic promise in his touch was enough to conquer her will. Carol gasped again as his body pushed against hers.
“I want you naked under me,” Daniel whispered against her lips, hands roaming, bringing bolts of pleasure. “Take your pants off.”
Carol did as she was bid.
The feel of his hand sliding over her slick flesh brought a cry to her lips that Daniel let ring out in male pride. He tried to muffle the rest with his mouth while he made sure she was glad she’d chosen him. He was certainly grateful.
Carol was unaware of anything shortly after the biker began touching her and she didn’t want it to end. When the edge slammed into her and then so did Daniel, she clutched his shoulders and let him have his way.
For Daniel, it was a release for all the tension of killing and waiting, of waiting to kill, and he didn’t hesitate to spill himself inside her. It was something women had to pay for now and he gave it freely, but Alexa’s face never left his mind.
When it was over, Daniel curled around her and dozed for a while, not pretending anything, simply enjoying a peaceful moment. He might have been able to make a connection with Carol, but Alexa had found him first and there hadn’t been another female since that he’d bonded with. He didn’t expect that to change and was content anyway.