Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
The woman is dangerous. One second, I had a hold on reality, the next, I had my tongue shoved into Allison’s mouth like a goddamned animal.
And now, here we are. The moment of truth.
Fisting my cock, I stare at the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
Hair tumbled, lips parted, gaze wild.
Allison shifts her legs, the soft curves making my blood run hot and my mouth run dry.
I might have had a chance of getting my head… heads right if she hadn’t slid her tongue along mine with a throaty purr in her exhale.
Too late for that now.
Stroking my dick. Palming the length through the zipper of my cargo pants. Trying to decide my next move.
Allison deserves better than this.
But, fucking hell, I’m rigid as steel right now.
When I drop a knee onto the bed and angle myself over my girl, she flutters her lashes and tastes her own bottom lip. Stares up at me with excited, wide-eyed innocence.
So damned pretty and natural.
I want to devour her, take her home, lock her away. Own her body. Make her delirious for me and only me.
Okay. That’s some crazy talk.
This is a very bad sign. I’ve gone off the goddamned rails.
Swallowing down my panic, I recenter.
This is happening.
She needs to hear how she affects me.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy, Ally. I’m a goner every time I look at you.”
“Oh, god,” whispers out of her. “Did you see my… um, my vagina before, because I’m not sure?—”
Abrading my thumb over her bottom lip, I let my hunger show in my gaze as I watch the pink tip of her tongue come into view. “I didn’t touch you there, I promise. I didn’t do anything that was lewd, you have my word. I want your eyes wide open when I touch you.”
Her pulse is hammering, her eyes doe-like, resting above flushed cheeks and a mouth that wears the mark of my kiss.
I’m in so damned deep.
The world disappears from around us.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about getting my mouth on you—all of you—since I took your clothes off to check for injuries.”
Her throat contracts roughly as she tries to swallow. “I’m not sure whether I find that a turn on or terrifying.”
My tone is raspy, my vocal cords vibrating with the need to get my fucking hands all over her and not in a clinical-checking-for-injuries way. But I’m not good with her really being afraid of me, ever.
“Do I scare you?”
I freeze, waiting. Because if she is truly scared of me, I’m fixing this right fucking now.
Pushing up on her elbows, she pouts for a beat, her eyes going unfocused. “Yes. I mean… sort of. Christ, I don’t know. I just don’t know how I feel about you. It’s so confusing.”
Things are messed up. This whole situation is a circus, but as crazy as things are, this needs to be straight.
“I will never hurt you. Understand?” I press my hand over my heart. “My life for yours. I’ll take a bullet. Drown while I save you from a crocodile. Give you the only parachute. You don’t know me, but you will, and you will know what the ultimate protection feels like.”
Tracing the side of her face, I push back a lock of hair. The urge to confess that I’ll take care of her heart, her body, and her soul thrums inside, an incessant chant.
Her eyes soften, making me contemplate the notion of love at first sight.
For a long beat, she inhales, then lets out a soft reply. “Truck… You don’t even know me.”
She has no idea how much I do know about her. The depth of my work and my obsession would send her running for cover.
I should confess.
But I won’t. Although I do smile down at her enjoying her surprise as I rattle off facts. “I know you studied archeology at UC Berkley, and earned your Doctorate six years ago. You keep a 1975 Mustang, blue in color, in a garage in South Carolina. I know you eat M&Ms when you’re stressed—at least when you’re in the US anyway. And I know you named your childhood stuffed bear Macaroni, and he’s in your bedroom in the apartment you haven’t been to in six months.”
“Oh, my god. How do you know that?”
“What part?”
“All of it,” she says with a wheeze. “The bear? How do you know about Macaroni?”
“When I was back stateside for some medical treatment, I went through your apartment to help us with your missing person’s case. Macaroni’s name is written on the jacket he’s wearing.”
In really bad handwriting, but I don’t bring that up.
I’ve just said enough to scare her for the next fifty years of her life.
If I let her get into her head.
“Enough talking.” I capture the long, tangled strands of her hair in my fist and kiss her sweet lips, stealing any more concerns.
Ally responds in a flash. Moaning hotly down my throat, sending a bolt of lust racing down my spine and out along my limbs, turning me inside out.
The crackle of heat that chases the sensation makes me grunt. “Sweetie, you keep making noises like that, and you’ll find out just how unhinged I am right now.”
I push her knees wide with the column of my thigh, settling in on the bed on my knees, right where I’ve been dying to be: between her spread legs.
A tremor rocks through me as the T-shirt rides up her thighs, giving me the first peek of the shadowy vee.
My mouth conjures up a dust storm.
For a beat, I just stare.
Breath inching in and out of me.
Disbelief, determination, and something like an awakening makes my heart pound harder by the second.
I need this. I fucking need her .
Like air. Like water.
Like goddamned food for my cells that have been dormant piles of ash.
“Fuck all, look how hot you are. God bless, Ally, this—my shirt—shoved up around your soft thighs.” A growl rumbles deep in my chest as my knuckle skims along the inside of her knee making her goosebump all over. “It should be a crime for you to wear anything else. Ever again.”
She laughs softly. “Now you’re back to sounding kind of scary.”
“That’s honest. Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to keep you naked and aroused for the rest of our natural lives.”
“You’re crazy.” A tiny laugh escapes Ally’s kiss-stained lips, and then her eyes dance. “Are you always like this in bed? I didn’t take SEALs for being so…poetic. I thought it was all military jargon and bro-isms.”
“Well, it was. Right now, I’m on a different kind of mission.”
Something changes in her expression, but I’m no mind reader.
All I know is, the power this woman has over me has cracked open something.
“When it comes to your pussy, honey, I’ve been turned into a blessed romantic. I could tell you about how beautiful your body is all day long.”
When I tugged her wet clothing free and saw the long slope of her legs, the small, pert breasts, and the little pale-mocha landing strip pointing toward heaven, I was done.
I’ve had plenty of women. I was engaged, for Christ’s sake. But there was a deep foreign feeling inside me when I saw Ally.
It stopped me dead.
“That’s how I feel before I’ve eaten you like that juicy ass fruit you were slurping on. And god, don’t even get me started on how blessed tight your little body is going to be on my fat cock.”
“Truck, you’re a lot to take.” Shaking her head, she reaches out to touch me. “But I’m not going to lie to you. My body is going crazy right now.”
She’s not the only one.
Toast. That’s me. The burnt kind. No longer able to lie to myself about how wrong and how right this is.
“Enough talking. More touching,” I rasp.
Letting the pads of my fingers explore the soft, sweet flesh of her left leg, I say a prayer for strength.
My exhale is a ragged sound.
I need control.
She doesn’t have time to react because I take her like a starving man, first, nosing the fabric higher, out of the way, then sucking her pussy in my open mouth.
A guttural sound of gratitude fills my throat.
Oh. Fuck. Yes .
The roar in my ears is a superhighway of raging blood, and her name is tattooed on every damned cell.
She’s sweet and salty and wet. Ripe. Totally fuckable.
“Truck, oh!” Bucking against my lips, Ally gasps and digs her fingertips into my shoulders “Slow down! Slow. Slow?—”
Okay, maybe I do ignore her orders, because I can feel her rippling, blooming for me. Flooding my mouth with liquid heat.
Less than ten seconds later, her voice keens toward the thatched roof above us. “Ohmygodddd, Just like that. ”