Chapter 9 Monroe
MONROE
Iloved how easy it was for Jace to carry me. I felt like a pampered queen as I buried my nose into his neck. He smelled clean like soap and cold wind with a hint of spice that made me calm, as though I could conquer anything.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered into his ear as he entered my bedroom.
He growled low, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.
The moment he set me on two feet near my bed and gave me the most loving and desperate look, I knew I wanted this—him, us. It was time to shed the past, to get rid of all the hurt and heartache, and begin anew.
Moonlight spilled in through the slats in the blinds, casting shadows across his strong jawline. I was silently questioning how I got so lucky to snag Jace’s attention. With his quiet confidence that made him sexier than his good looks alone, he could have any woman he wanted.
He smiled that cocky grin that had first caught my attention and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.
A soft sound escaped me. The sight of him—tanned skin, defined muscles, a few scattered scars telling stories of his past—made my mouth go dry.
My hands slid up and down his chest, feeling the hard planes and the ridges of his abdomen. Then I traced the defined V disappearing below his jeans, and a whimper dropped from my mouth.
He tipped up my chin, his blue eyes darker than before. “One last chance to back out.”
I shook my head as I turned on the bedside lamp, throwing the room into a soft light. I needed to see all of him, and the moonlight wasn’t cutting it.
“Better,” he said.
No kidding. In the light, he was more than I imagined and everything I wanted. Despite my determination not to fall for a military man, I had a feeling I would break that rule into a million pieces after tonight.
He unbuttoned my blouse as I unbuckled his belt, our gazes never wavering.
God, he had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, like the clear, calm waters in the South Pacific.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this alive. This wasn’t the moment to compare, but I was convinced I had been missing out. After all, the only man I’d been with was Ryan. Nerves poked at my stomach as I hoped I still knew what to do with a man.
The cool air hit my skin when my blouse fell to the floor, revealing a simple cotton bra.
“God, you’re so goddamn perfect,” he murmured, tracing the edge of the fabric with his finger.
The gentleness in his touch made me tremble.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I replied, my fingers fumbling to undo the button on his jeans.
Jace captured my hands and brought them to his mouth then kissed each knuckle. “Slow down, Sunshine. I want to memorize every inch of you.”
He sounded as though he would never see me again after tonight, and that made my stomach drop as I flinched.
As though he knew my inner thoughts, he said in a raspy tone, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. If tonight doesn’t feel right, then we can take this to the next level another time.”
He’d said I was perfect, but he was too. A gentleman like no other, always making sure I was ready for this.
“I want you. I want this night. It’s just you scare me in a good way. And to be honest, you’re the first since my divorce.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t know what you went through with your ex. But I’ve seen a few of my comrades in similar situations. Whether it was them cheating or their wives, it always pissed me the fuck off. I would never cheat. Not in my moral code.”
“You really are an enigma.”
He let out a hearty laugh. “Tell me more.”
I ran my hands over his upper torso. “You’re cocky, which I like. You’re also gentle and sweet. But what attracts me to you is your unassuming confidence, like you can conquer the world and protect those you love.”
In a flash, he gently tackled me to the bed. “Is that so? I think you deserve a reward for that.”
I giggled, and any sense of doom and gloom vanished. “What’s my reward, Captain Callahan?”
“I’m so glad you asked, Teach. First, your jeans need to come off.”
That took seconds. Then my bra and panties followed. And when I was naked, he stood against the bed admiring me while I was on my back. “How would you feel if he was inside you?” He grabbed his dick through the fabric of his jeans.
I tapped my finger to my mouth. “Mm? I don’t think he’s big enough.”
His laughter filled the room. “Not big enough? How about if we find out?”
“Depends, Captain. I’ll need to see your dick with my own eyes first then taste test.”
His eyebrows shot to his hairline as his blue eyes glinted. “You continue to surprise me.” Then he unzipped his jeans.
I raised up on my elbows, smiling while he continued to strip down to his bare feet. Once he was naked, my mouth fell open.
His dick was thick, hard, and beautiful.
I crawled to the edge of the bed. “Come here, big guy.”
“Oh, did I pass your test, Teach?” He padded the short distance over to me.
“Not yet,” I said, beaming, my pulse racing with delight.
Every hard muscle on him vibrated as he stood before me and took hold of his erection.
“I like it if you bite,” he said in a serious tone.
“You weren’t kidding,” I replied more to myself than him. “I can bite.”
I ran my hands up his thighs, thick and powerful, while I licked a path along his soft, velvety shaft.
He groaned as my gaze traveled upward. The raw hunger steeped in his features made me feel powerful, desirable in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever. I used that feeling to suck him into my mouth.
He threaded his fingers through my hair as I took him deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks and was rewarded with a series of expletives.
“Jesus, Monroe,” he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair.
I hummed around him, enjoying the power I had over this cocky pilot. His thighs tensed under my palms as I worked him with my mouth, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks of my tongue.
When I scraped my teeth along his length then bit down on the head of his dick, his hips jerked forward.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” He groaned, pulling me away. “My turn.”
I pouted. “I want to taste you.”
“Next time.”
As I scooted farther on the bed, he crawled over me, hands on either side of my head, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss that tasted of need and promise. His hands were everywhere, skimming over my breasts before he took one nipple between his teeth.
“Bite, please.” I arched into him.
He chuckled as he obeyed.
“Yes, that’s it. Harder.”
The pleasurable pain was enough to send me over the edge. If I thought that his biting was euphoric, I almost shot off the bed when he dipped two fingers inside my channel.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”
I opened my legs wider, my breathing ramping up. He pumped me slowly, watching me watch him. Then he pulled out and sucked his fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, groaning as if he were tasting the most decadent dessert.
Who was this man?
“I need you inside me,” I whined.
“Not yet.” Scooting downward, he grabbed my legs and yanked me to him then buried his face between my legs.
As soon as he flicked his tongue over my clit, I bucked and squealed. There was no way I would last long.
Sure enough, the moment he sucked on my throbbing nub, I saw stars, and then I was free-falling, dropping his name from my lips like a prayer. I grabbed hold of his head, riding out the best orgasm ever.
He peppered kisses along my inner thigh, stomach, up to my breasts, giving equal attention to each. “Are you good?”
“Never better,” I whispered, my body still tingling and on fire.
He got off the bed, found his jeans, pulled out his wallet, then a condom, and tore it out of the wrapper.
I could have told him I had an IUD, but it wasn’t only about birth control but safe sex.
He rolled the condom on with expert fingers. “One last chance to say no.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” If he didn’t, I might die.
He smirked. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond when he shoved his dick inside in one smooth move then froze.
I sucked in air, and for a quick second, a flash of pain hit me. It had been way too long. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely, had me squirming beneath him, desperate for friction.
He groaned as he looked at me, his gaze equal parts crazy and pained. “If you move like that,” he warned through gritted teeth, “this will be over embarrassingly fast.”
I couldn’t help but smile, running my hands up his rigid biceps. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
When he finally gave way, it was with deliberate, measured strokes that had me gasping. His eyes never left mine, watching every reaction, seemingly learning what made me moan, what made me dig my nails into his back.
“Harder,” I demanded, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Ah yes,” he said, obliging, picking up the pace, driving into me with an intensity that had the headboard knocking against the wall as the delicious pressure began to build inside me.
“Fuck, Monroe.” He lowered his mouth to mine.
Every nerve ending in my body felt electrified.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, driving deeper inside me, more urgent, more erratic.
I slid my hand between us, and he slowed his thrusts as I circled my clit.
“That’s it, Sunshine. You look fucking beautiful when you’re about to come undone.”
As if his words were all I needed, I was cresting over the edge. He knew it, too, as he pounded into me, his breathing ragged.
And when I shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over me, he became a madman, sweat slicking his body, thrusting in and out erratically. But when I squeezed around his erection, he drove in hard one last time as he stared down at me, never losing momentum.
He was gorgeous, with the darkest blue eyes that said way too much yet not enough.
He groaned out his release. “You’re so fucking perfect, Monroe.”
Then he stilled for one beat before his tongue was in my mouth, dancing, teasing, taking, devouring.
I matched his intensity, and if he stopped, I would wither away. “What have you done to me?”
“Everything you wanted.” He trailed his lips along my jaw to my ear. “Everything I wanted. You’re mine, Monroe.”
I stiffened. “What are you saying?”
He nipped on my earlobe. “I’m saying, I want more of you, us.”
“Stay the night with me.”
I didn’t know what tomorrow would look like, but I was certain I wanted him filling all of my days.