Chapter 12 #2
He came down over the top of her, his body not quite touching hers though she could feel the heat of him above her.
“Not me,” he told her, his lips gliding over her collar bone.
“I’m far from perfect. I’m greedy, Lucky.
I want everything you have. I want to taste you and tease you and pleasure you until you can’t walk.
I want to touch every curve, explore every hollow, and taste every inch of you.
If you can’t handle that, you need to tell me now. ”
She lifted a finger to his mouth, traced the hard sensual lines of his lips. Her tummy felt tight, and her pussy was achy. She didn’t want to think about what her heart was doing.
“You’re ruthless, aren’t you?”
He let his gaze slide lazily down over her body before he met her eyes again. “Just thought you should know what you’re asking for. I’ve wanted you for a long time. And that kind of want takes a lot of time to satisfy.”
His body hurt with the need spiraling through him, and yet he didn’t want to let it loose the way it demanded. If this were any other woman, he’d take this faster. He’d make her come first, and then he’d plunge into her body and thrust hard and deep.
But this was Lucky, and she’d been tortured.
The fine scars on her belly had nearly undone him.
Between that and Marco, he was a mess of emotion right now.
He wasn’t used to his emotions being so close to the surface.
He’d spent years shoving them deep, burying them under work and numbing them with sex.
He had a feeling that sex with Lucky wasn’t going to numb a damn thing though. It was supposed to feel wrong, being with her this way, but it didn’t. He hoped Marco would forgive him as he lowered himself and took Lucky’s mouth tenderly, thoroughly.
She’d asked for this, he told himself. She’d asked and he couldn’t deny her. He should have been able to do so, but the truth was that he was worried about what could happen on this mission too. And he didn’t want to go out there without tasting Lucky at least once.
Oh, it was wrong on so many levels. Wrong because of Marco. Wrong because of perspective. How could he make love to her and then maintain the distance he needed in Qu’rim to protect her and get the job done?
He didn’t know at the moment, but he would figure it out. Because nothing short of a bomb blast in his living room was going to stop this train from leaving the station.
Lucky’s arms went around him as she arched her body toward his, and all thoughts of taking this slowly flew out of his head. He deepened the kiss, shaped her body with his hands as he rolled to the side and took her with him. She threw a leg over his hip and arched her pelvis toward him.
Kev groped for his nightstand, jerked open the drawer, and yanked out a strip of condoms.
Lucky tore her mouth from his and worked her way over his neck, his chest. His breath was coming faster now, his cock straining and aching as he put the strip in his mouth and tore one free.
Lucky looked up, her dark eyes slumberous and sensual, her hair wild. Then she laughed softly.
“I know I should be all prissy about the fact we’re doing this in a bed that’s no doubt seen tons of action—as your condom supply proves—but the truth is I don’t care.”
He wanted to deny it, but how could he? He’d had sex with other women in this bed, but not as many as she supposed. It was easier—and less of a hassle, usually, to take them back to their own place instead of bringing them to his.
“That’s not what matters right now,” he said.
She laughed as she shoved him over the rest of the way and straddled him. Then she took the condom wrapper from his hand and opened it.
“No, it’s not.”
Kev swallowed as his fingers glided into the softness between her thighs. She was wet and hot, and she shuddered as he found her clit and flicked it back and forth.
“Oh,” she said, stilling. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back, and he knew then that he had to taste her first.
Kev gripped her hips and pulled her toward him. Her eyes sparked, but then she came to him on her knees until he could lift his head and lick her right where he wanted. Her soft cry was ample reward for the effort.
“Put your knees on either side of my head.”
She did as he told her and then she gripped the headboard for support as he thrust his tongue into her softness. She tasted sweet and hot, like warm honey, and he parted her with his fingers so he could gain better access to all of her.
“Kevin. My God,” she gasped, her body jerking as he licked and sucked her clit again and again. He was mad with the desire to make her come, to make her feel so good she had to scream his name or burst holding it in.
It didn’t take long. He felt her stiffen, felt her entire body vibrating—and then the tension burst as he tugged on her clit harder than before.
“Kevin!”
He loved that she said his name like that, in a way no one else did. He’d been Kev since he’d been a kid—Kevvie to his mother and sister—but no one ever called him Kevin, besides the military and his father.
But the way Lucky said it. God. It sounded sweet, not filled with hate or anger or pain or command. Sweet and beautiful, and he wanted to hear it again.
When she stopped trembling, he looked up at her, at the way she looked shell-shocked and satisfied all at once. A prickle of unease filled him then. What if she regretted it now? What if the lustful haze was gone, and she was horrified by what they’d done?
She blushed and turned her head away, and he felt that same kick in the gut he’d felt the first instant he’d seen her again on the beach in Hawaii.
“Do you want to stop this and go back to your room?”
She didn’t look at him, but she shook her head.
“Lucky. What’s wrong?”
She eased away from him, until she was straddling his chest rather than his head, and then she lifted her gaze to his and he saw the tears there. His gut clenched hard.
“I haven’t felt like that in a long time,” she whispered. “A long damn time.”
He sat up and hugged her to him. He didn’t want to think about when she’d last felt that way, or about the man who’d done these things to her before tonight. If he let his mind go there, the emotion would break through the thin membrane holding it beneath the surface.
He didn’t want to think about what would happen if it did.
Her legs were around his waist and her ass was between his legs.
She put her head on his shoulder and clung to him.
He could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and he pushed her back until he could see her eyes.
They were shiny and liquid and she bit her lip as if that could keep the tears from escaping.
Kev pushed her hair out of her face. She’d been through so much. Too much. He wanted to make it all go away, but he knew he couldn’t. All he could do was give her this night, if she still wanted it. This experience.
“The night’s not over yet.”
Her smile almost broke his heart. “I’m glad. Because I need more, Kev. More of you.”