Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Ash was wound tight enough to snap.
His bedroom door barely clicked shut before he captured Ellory’s mouth. Her sweet lips were warm while her body, still damp from the pool, was cool against his.
Every brush of her mouth against his built pressure beneath his skin, the slick glide of tongues making his pulse thunder. His body answered—hips rocking, chest rising hard. A low sound escaped him when she rubbed against him in return.
This wasn’t something that ended tonight.
Even if reality crashed and burned around them, and she left the base tomorrow, there were ways to bridge the distance. Ways to keep seeing each other. Ways to make this—whatever this was—last longer than a stolen bunch of hours.
He dragged his mouth from hers abruptly, breath ragged. One look at the desire on her beautiful face had him groaning. And Christ, she was wearing his T-shirt.
His wet T-shirt.
It molded to the curves of her breasts, and her nipples—fuck.
Before he could cup her breasts, she hooked her hand around his nape and slammed her mouth over his. With each wild flip of her tongue, she drove him closer to the brink.
Between kisses, words burst from him in gritty syllables. “I need to…stop kissing you…and do something…about these nipples.” He closed his fingers lightly around the straining buds, dragging a raspy cry from her.
“Angelo!”
Her pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed. He wanted to drink her in slowly, sip her like a fine scotch. But the pounding surge of his cock behind his swim trunks won out.
He stripped his T-shirt off her sexy body and dropped it with a wet plop. Goose bumps broke out all over her arms, making her nipples jut out more.
Hooking his finger in the cup of the bikini top, he tugged the cloth down and closed his mouth over one peaked nipple, drawing it in with a slow pull that made her fingers fist in his hair.
“Ohh.”
He teased with his tongue, sucked harder and relished the tremor that ran through her body as she arched into him.
The scent of her hit him then—sweet and unmistakably aroused—and it nearly dropped him to his knees.
“Trouble,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough as sandpaper. “Whatever happens after the op—”
“Less talking,” she breathed, guiding him right back where she wanted him. “More action.”
Glancing up, he shot her a grin. “Now those are orders I can take.”
He slid his hands around her hips and lifted. She wrapped herself around him, nestling trustingly against his chest as he carried her the few steps to the bed. When he set her on the floor, she went for the ties at his waistband.
With each tug on the ties, she brushed her fingers over his stiff cock. His head dropped back on a groan. “Fuck.”
Her lips hit his chest, and she spattered heated kisses over his pecs, flicking over his nipples. When she sank to her knees, he froze.
He both ached to be inside her hot mouth and feared what it would do to him. The woman already half owned him.
She slowly edged the wet cloth down his hips. The swim trunks puddled on the floor, and he stepped out of them. She took a moment to move them aside before squaring up to his body with her lips dangerously close to the straining head of his cock.
It surged with need, precum shiny on the tip.
As she brought her fingers around the base, he branded her face on his memory. Her lips swollen from his kisses. Her cheeks flushed where his stubble had grazed.
Her hair fell in damp clumps around her shoulders, and her eyes were dazed and hungry all at once.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The vehemence in his tone sounded too gruff, but she smiled, her lips curving up at the corners in a soft bow.
A possessive urge flickered through him—the kind that wanted to leave traces, reminders, something she’d carry with her when this was all over.
He swallowed the thought—and then he couldn’t think at all. Because Ellory closed her lips around his cock and took him straight to the root without stopping.
“Fuck!” He planted a hand on her head, thumb skimming the crease of her jaw as she opened wider and let him into the back of her throat.
His eyes rolled up in his head and he lost all sense of reality as she sucked him with deep pulls. When she flicked her tongue over the crest, he realized she was gathering his precum and let out a strangled noise.
She dug her fingers into his hip, pulling him closer, filling her mouth with him, her throat with him. His balls clenched tight to his body as heat surged in his core.
He was going to lose it inside her mouth if he didn’t back off. Now.
He rocked his hips back.
She followed him. Taking him to the root again, making his toes curl into the floor as she did things to him that he’d forgotten existed between a man and woman.
He let his thumb drift to the corner of her mouth just to feel it bulging around him, and could withstand it no more. He jerked back and grabbed her by the upper arms at the same time, ensuring she couldn’t steal his mind again.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside you.”
She was still on her knees, eyes glazed with desire. “Bare?”
He went still as her question permeated the haze of need pulsing through his system. “You want me bare inside you?”
“Yes. I mean…if you want. I’m clean, and I’m on birth con—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish the sentence. He yanked her to her feet and threw them both onto the bed. As they tumbled down, he braced his weight so he didn’t crush her with anything but his lips.
Their kiss raged out of control. Dammit, he wanted hours to explore her, to memorize every sound she made, commit every reaction and shift of her expression to memory as he unraveled her control.
When the head of his cock pressed to her slick folds, he tore from the kiss and stared down at her. He didn’t speak, and neither did she.
He looked at her until the quiet stretched thin and she wiggled her hips.
“Oh fuck!” In one smooth, uncontrollable glide, he was entering her, tunneling through her hot, clenching walls without any barrier between their bodies.
He feared the one that existed between their hearts was gone too.
Color deepened in her cheeks, and she locked stares with him as if daring him to lose control.
He almost did.
Instead, he withdrew on a slow swing of his hips, determined to drive her to orgasm first. Her breathing grew shallow, her lip caught between her teeth.
Ash cupped her breast with reverence more than hunger and bent to kiss her—gentle, exploratory kisses that skimmed her mouth and jaw, as he sank inside her again.
When he began to withdraw again, she arched upward for more. Frustration flickered across her face, and satisfaction burned low in his gut. The heat in her gaze was unmistakable, and she sucked in a sharp gasp as he plunged deep inside her again.
She gripped his back. “I love your body.”
His smile spread over her lips. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her breath hitched when he clamped his fingers around her nipple again. “Please.”
The sensation of being skin to skin—everywhere—damn near stole the rest of his control. He moved faster and faster. Her exhale turned shaky. Her inhale pausing for endless beats while he drove them both higher.
When he slid his hand between her thighs and found her damp heat, his control frayed further.
“Angelo, please!”
“Please what?” He had to hear the words. Needed to embed them in the code of his DNA the way he locked away snapshots of her in his mind.
In case.
In case they never got this again.
She searched his eyes, her own blazing sapphires of need. “Make me come.”
He barely staved off his release and reached between her legs to drive her mad.
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Angelo’s teeth grazed her skin while he teased her slow, then fast. Every time her body tensed toward release, he eased back, stretching the tension until she trembled beneath him.
Her insides clutched at his rigid cock. So good. So right to feel him without any barrier.
She didn’t know what made her want him this way. Maybe it was the fact that she may not be here after Con learned about the secret she carried.
The thought made her grip Angelo tighter. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rode him until the press of his thumb on her bundle of nerves and the thickness stretching her walls sent her rocketing.
He guided her through sensation after sensation—touch layered with kisses, with dirty murmurs of praise and with pauses that left her breathless and begging.
She shattered beneath his hand, crying out, and Angelo echoed it with a growl that zipped along her nerves and landed somewhere in her heart.
He muffled her cry with his mouth. Her pussy tightened and released in spasms, and then his hot cum flooded her.
She’d never experienced this before. She thought she was prepared for the physical sensation of his cum filling her…but she really wasn’t prepared for the intimacy of it.
She also wasn’t prepared for the look on his face. His eyes burned with more than lust and hit harder than anything physical.
Angelo slowed his motions and locked his gaze with hers. Neither of them moved.
The room held only the sound of their breathing and the quiet aftermath of everything they’d just shared.
He brushed his lips across her temple in a tender sweep that left sparks in her belly. The way he curled around her, so protectively, almost possessively, made her realize he was as reluctant to let her go as she was of him.
But even as she lay wrapped in his warmth, reality pressed in.
He knew the truth about her brother, but she hadn’t explained that she didn’t seek out a chance to find him. She’d simply been in the right place at the right time. She didn’t believe in coincidence—too often the numbers added up.
It might be her imagination, but it seemed to draw them closer when she shared her secret.
Tomorrow would bring questions she couldn’t sidestep—about Cipher, about her place here.
For now, quiet understanding passed between her and Angelo.
Tonight was theirs.