Chapter 4
A deep, satisfying rumble filled his heaving chest as he sat back on his haunches and stared down at perfection. God, she was exquisite. So much so, he couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over her heaving chest, down to where her hands had a death grip on the ends of his undone belt.
The clock ticking on the wall couldn’t pull his gaze, but it did remind him time was running out.
“Let go,” he commanded as he stood on his knees. Her frown wasn’t unexpected as she pulled on the belt ends. Solace had a mind of her own and would question him, given the chance. But he needed a moment to get control of himself. If she knew how much of a hairpin he was on…
“Roll over.”
Yeah, that had her thinking. But maybe too much, since she’d yet to do as he’d said, though she had let go of his belt.
“I said, roll over.” Even with his gruff command, she lay there, breathing hard. Almost as if she were waiting for something—listening—for what he would do or say next. He narrowed his eyes on her throat and the way she swallowed hard, before raising his eyes to hers filled with heated need.
“I’m not repeating myself again,” he murmured, while lowering his zipper.
Her widening eyes flew to his hands at his fly.
And damned if she didn’t bite her bottom lip before she scooted back enough she could roll onto her stomach.
He held in what would have come out as a needy groan when she ever so slightly wriggled her ass.
Fuck…
Soon the belt and top of his pants clattered to the floor.
“Don’t turn your head.” He’d caught that little motion like she’d been about to stare back at him, but he wasn’t ready for that. “Now, hands and knees.”
“O…o…okay.”
He savored how she complied with his command and the way her body and words trembled as she backed up toward him without being told. This was exactly where he wanted her, but he needed to hear something from her before they went any further.
“What did you say?” There was no way she could mistake the command in his voice.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“That’s not what I want to hear, angel,” he murmured while his hands went to her waist under her sweater. Silky, smooth skin met his touch, until her flesh pebbled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Her skin pebbled even more, and breath continued to saw in and out as he undid her jeans.
“Duncan.” His name, said in a low, raspy sigh when she hung her head, followed by a tremulous breath, went straight to his throbbing cock as he made quick work of getting her jeans and thong pulled down to her bent knees.
Who was he kidding? Anything this woman said in any way, had the same effect. “Yesss…”
Dear god, if he thought he was hard before, the harsh moan shuddering from her when his hand pressed over her heated, bare pussy had him painfully so. And as badly as he wanted to drive all his aching flesh into her body, he needed to touch her first.
“So pretty,” he growled—petting and burrowing his fingers between her slick folds, before finding her clit and giving it light, teasing brushes. “This is mine,” he heaved out, unable to steady his voice. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned, while her hips squirmed. The motion wasn’t rhythmic at all, but chaotic, as her movements chased after his fingers.
Slap.
“Ooohhh…” To her credit, she didn’t cry out, but buried her face against her arm instead, whimpering, “Mmm…”
“None of that,” he growled, while red bloomed on one milky globe. With that, she went perfectly still, even when one finger found her core, then another. “I own this pretty pussy.” Her channel gripped his fingers tight as her breathing went more uneven. But she didn’t move.
“Good, girl.” Her internal walls quivered against his fingers, even though he did nothing more than thrum over the same spot—over and over. “And I’m going to fuck what’s mine so hard, you’ll think twice before leaving our bed without my permission.”
She nodded, while letting out one of those shuddering breaths he’d rather have felt against his skin. But they would have time to experience more with each other later.
“That’s not an answer.” His fingers stopped moving. “I want to hear it.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Duncan…” Her head whipped around, her golden-brown gaze dark and desperate. “Please.”
“Shhh…” He withdrew his fingers, then brought them to his lips. Her own lips parted, while her tongue peeked out when he licked her taste from the digits.
I need more time—all the time there is—with this woman.
But time was something they didn’t have. The team would soon be gathered and waiting for assignments on an event that evening he wouldn’t be attending. Enders had left a cryptic message early that morning about needing to see him ASAP. Whatever the man wanted, he…
Damn it.
What was wrong with him? He gripped her hips tight and slowly drew her back against him, then closed his eyes in satisfaction when he slid his cock through her soaking folds.
Yes.
Her low whimper drew his attention to where she had dropped her head again. He liked the sound of that. So, he did it again, bringing another whimper from her. He almost joined in. It felt that good.
Was he teasing her before fully taking her?
Absolutely.
But it wasn’t just her. He was teasing himself too. Taking the time he knew he didn’t have with her?—
“Duncan…”
“I’ve got you, angel,” he said around a hard swallow, while his cock prodded her entrance. Blazing, wet heat surrounded the swollen head before he pushed himself deep, then deeper still. In this position, the feel of her channel squeezed him oh, so good.
“Oh, god,” she groaned, while her upper body collapsed onto her forearms and he ground in deeper, bottoming out inside her.
And then he was moving—in and out—withdrawing just enough each time for her clenching, internal muscles to cause a soul-destroying drag over his cock, before ramming back in. It was a slow, thorough taking—almost too slow. But he couldn’t make himself take her any faster.
I need this.
He managed a pained grin at her attempts to move with him. The way her hips pushed back and wiggled against him should have made him go faster. But he wasn’t letting that happen. At least not yet. He had her well and truly held in place, and he was keeping her there.
“Is this what you want, angel?” He tightened his grip on her hips as she furiously shook her head. “Or is it this,” he growled as he slammed into her.
“Yes.”