Chapter 11 #3
Desire ignited, scorching hot. She climbed into his lap, straddling him. He pulled her closer, groaning into her mouth. His hands slid under her ass, his fingers kneading her cheeks through her fitted armor.
Then he pulled back and pressed his face against her neck. His hot breath panted onto her skin. “I’m not making love to you here.”
She nipped his ear. Hard enough to hurt and make him growl. “How about fucking me, then?”
“No. When I’m finally inside you, I want a damned bed. And some privacy, and hours—lots of hours to do everything I want to you.”
Her breath hitched. “Niklas, please.”
“I will not make love to you with a pack of crazed zombies below us, trying to work out how to get up here and eat us.”
She huffed out a breath. “I knew you were conservative, but…”
He shook her. “Behave.”
“Okay, no sex.” Damn, that pained her. She was primed, every cell in her body yearning for him. It wasn’t something she’d felt very often.
“Besides, I want to give you some time. I want to make sure you’re ready.”
She pushed against his chest. “Phoenix, is that your blundering male way of asking me if I have any hangups over sex?”
He glowered at her. “I’m being considerate.”
She snorted. “You’re playing the macho protective alpha.” She was not going to tell him that a part of her liked it. “I did have some issues. I’ve worked them out over the years.” She lowered her voice. “I really, really want you inside me.”
He groaned. “Now, you’re just being mean and torturing me.”
She hid a grin. Hmm, maybe she was. She liked it. “And be warned, I like to be on top. I like control, and I might hold you down.”
He groaned again. “I don’t care how I get you.”
She ran a hand down his chest. Soon, she’d get to see him all, but right now, she was enjoying seeing a strong, good man’s reaction to her. She scooted backward a bit. “Well, we’ve agreed no fucking, but I think we can…do a couple of other things to while away the time.”
His face turned wary. “Nera…”
“Undo your pants, Niklas.”
Four words and his semi-firm cock went hard as space rock. Nik swallowed, trying to retain some shred of his control.
But that was always impossible around Nera. And when she was like this, almost playful, he couldn’t seem to find any semblance of control.
“Niklas.” Her tone was firm. “Undo your pants.”
“Why?” God, he sounded like a wary schoolboy.
“I want to see your cock.”
He closed his eyes. Damn. She was going to torture him. His hand, of its own accord, drifted lower. Somehow, he blocked out where they were. They were safe enough for now, and couldn’t move for hours. He flicked open the flexible fabric of his trousers.
“I’m guessing sensible, but snug, black boxers for you, Dr. Phoenix.”
He’d never heard that teasing tone from her. Damn, he really wanted to hear it more. He wondered if she was aware of the faint tremor of excitement in her voice, or if she realized her breathing had quickened.
He wasn’t the only one affected. He slid his hands inside his boxers, keeping his gaze on her face. He pulled out his cock.
Her eyes widened. “I—” she cleared her throat “—I had no idea you were hiding that in there.” She inched closer, but didn’t touch him. “So long…so thick.” Her gaze met his. Desire burned in them. “Impressive. Now, stroke yourself.”
Her voice was like liquid silk, and he could no more deny her than stop breathing. He got a good grip and pumped his cock.
Nera made a sound, her gaze riveted to him. He found a rhythm, enjoying having her watch him with that look on her face. God, he was going to come far sooner than he wanted.
He kept pumping, his strokes firm and rough.
He felt his release growing, tightening the muscles in his lower body.
Her hands were by her sides but they’d curled into fists.
She looked like she wanted to touch him, but her back was rigid.
She was holding herself back. Then her eyes drifted closed and she licked her lips.
“Watch me,” he commanded, keeping his voice low.
Her gaze flew to his face.
“You wanted this, you’ll watch to the end.” He reached out with his other hand and pulled her closer. He never stopped the steady strokes. He tugged her close enough that the head of his cock bumped the armor over her belly.
Damn. He really wished it was her skin.
He slid his hand down until it touched hers. He stared at her face. Even in the low light, he could tell her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a little dazed, her mouth open.
He pulled her hand closer to him, but he didn’t force her. It had to be her choice to come to him. And not just for a fast roll that got them both off. He wanted the intimacy as well as the sex.
He let her hand go and it hovered over his cock. Then she lowered it.
He groaned. Her slim hand closed over his, their fingers meshing over his rock-hard cock.
“Niklas.” She helped pump him, found the rhythm, and worked him.
It didn’t take long. “I’m going to come.” A growl tore from his throat.
“Come,” she said. “Come for me, Niklas.”
He did, with a loud groan, his come splashing over the front of her armor.