Chapter 7 #2
“Christ, you’re trouble.” He eased her top off. Cool air hit her overheated skin, but his gaze raking over it left behind a trace of heat that would linger for a long time after she left his bed.
His gaze zigzagged over her face, then clung to her breasts spilling from the cups of her bra. Hunger etched into every line of his face and told her exactly what she did to him.
She reached for his shirt too, working over the muscles, giving in to the need to grip. When he shifted to give her access and she tossed the shirt aside, she was breathing like she’d sprinted up twenty flights in a pencil skirt and stilettos.
As she sucked in the sight of the muscled SEAL, her mouth went dry. She’d seen a few shirtless military men during her career, but Ash was another breed entirely.
Muscle carved from stone. Scars mapping a history of violence and survival across his chest and abs.
His glorious body begged for her to explore with her fingers…her lips.
Her eyes hooded with the pull he had on her. She traced the ridge of his abs, watching his stomach muscles contract. The bulge of his erection extending to the top of his waistband had her insides clutching.
He was big everywhere.
Stroking her hand down his abs to the mushroomed crest of that bulge, she watched his control splinter.
“Trouble.” He said it like a warning and like he’d branded her with a nickname.
Maybe, right now, in this room, with this man, it fit.
In response, she flattened her palm over his cock.
His hand shot out, long fingers lashing around her wrist. “You keep that up, this’ll be over before it starts.”
Good. She wanted him as desperate as she was. Wanted to crack that iron discipline wide open.
She pushed upward, bringing their lips closer. “Then maybe you should do something about it, SEAL.”
The challenge hung between them, as thick as the want they’d both been battling for days.
Three heartbeats passed. Four.
Then he moved. He slipped his hand behind her and found the clasp of her bra. It gave way, and he peeled the straps down her shoulders.
She barely had time to register the sparks igniting in her nerves before his mouth landed on her throat. Scorching hot.
She let out a muffled cry, and he continued downward to skim across her collarbone. Each press of his lips came with the same precision she’d seen in that war room—only this time it was lethal to her senses.
When his lips closed around her nipple, her back arched off the bed. With a long, sucking pull, he drew a throaty moan from her that ended in a squeaking cry.
“Too hard?” he rumbled against her skin.
“Yes. No. I need it.”
Her answer seemed to please him because his eyes flashed when he looked at her. He parted his lips around her hardened bud and the heated pull of his mouth seemed to be directly connected to her pussy. It squeezed hard, and her panties flooded with want.
As he alternated between gentle and rough, teeth and tongue, she threaded her fingers in his hair and held on while she writhed beneath him.
He switched to her other nipple, bathing it with sweeps of his tongue while he slipped a hand down her stomach to the waistband of her borrowed sweats. She lifted her hips in silent permission.
Without lifting his head from her breast, he hooked his fingers under the sweats and her underwear, dragging them down her legs.
When he released her nipple, she bracketed his face with her hands and brought his tormenting lips back to hers. Her core tightened, and his jaw flexed under her fingertips as if he felt the same madness rising inside him.
Far too soon, he broke from the kiss. Without hesitation, he eased down her body.
Between her thighs.
His warm breath washed over her slick folds, and she hardly managed a single gasp before he buried his tongue inside her.
The rough stubble on his jaw ignited parts of her that had never been touched this way before. The roughness of his stubble mixed with the liquid heat of his tongue had her rocking up to meet the next plunge.
With a guttural groan, he drew his tongue free and slid it upward, through her wet folds, to stroke her clit.
“A-Ash!”
He stilled. Lips giving one small pull to her pulsating clit that made her see stars.
When she landed, he was braced over her, staring into her eyes. “It’s Angelo when you’re in my bed.”
She nodded—she’d agree to anything just to have his mouth on her again. But he didn’t lower his lips to her pussy.
“Say my name.”
Her voice came out as a rasping whisper. “Angelo.”
“Goddamn right.” He flattened his tongue over her bundle of nerves and swished it back and forth, alternating with the pressure of his relentless pulls. She began to climb, her insides clenching, her body rocking to the internal rhythm he’d set inside her.
“Yes! Yes! Angelo!” The peak came too fast for her to brace, and he knew it because he took that moment to drive her higher by sinking two fingers into her channel.
Her inner walls clamped on him as her release hit hard and fast, stealing her breath and most of her brain cells.
When her body landed, she was cradled in Angelo’s arms and his lips were on hers.
The flavor of her own release shocked her, but mixed with the taste of him, it sent her into overdrive. She grabbed his shoulders and locked her ankles around his back.
He was all muscle and masculine perfection, his stiff cock huge and pulsating against her needy center.
But he didn’t join them yet, just continued to plunder her lips until she was shaking for more.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
He hummed against her, and the vibration made her toes curl.
“Condom,” he gritted out like it was a curse to be dealt with. Bracing his weight on one arm, he reached out with the other. Through her haze of desire and the release he’d just given her, she registered the sound of the drawer opening, then a condom packet tearing.
She opened her eyes, determined not to miss a single moment of him rolling it over his thick cock.
Her insides trembled at the way the tendons in his forearm rippled as he rolled the latex to the base in one stroke.
When he positioned himself, his gaze pinned her. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“I never change my mind,” she managed in a breathless voice.
He sank into her in one slow thrust that forced the air from her lungs. Her inner walls clamped around his length, and she threw her arms around his neck to pull him down on top of her.
When he was rooted deep in her core, they shared a moan. She rolled her body against his, and his breathing went ragged.
“Move!”
He laughed against her neck, but it turned into a growl as he pulled out almost all the way before driving back in. Each thrust hit something deep inside her that made those stars burst across her eyelids again.
She met him stroke for stroke, digging her nails into his back as he moved faster. His thrusts turned punishing, and she cried out with increasing desperation.
Their mouths collided in an endless kiss. There was nothing soft or gentle about this. Just two people finally taking what they needed from each other.
“Harder!” she gasped out.
He angled his hips, driving deeper. The new angle had her seeing white. She was close again, tension building, coiling impossibly tight.
“Christ, Trouble. I can’t last. Fuck! Come for me.” His rough command in her ear sent her body into spasms. The orgasm ripped through her, more intense than the first, and she felt him follow a heartbeat later, his entire body going rigid as he groaned her name.
They stayed like that for several moments, panting and coming down from their high. He kissed her with a tenderness that shouldn’t fit with the brazen lust they’d just shared.
But it did.
When he finally withdrew and disposed of the condom, he returned to bed and pulled her into his arms.
Neither of them spoke, as if they both knew words would complicate this.
And she wasn’t ready for complications.