Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(11)

She heard a crash and realized Mitch had shoved everything off the top of his big desk. He set her there, one arm around her at all times. Even in his passion, he was gentle with her, making sure she was safe. Now she could see the advantages to the massive thing as he settled her on it. He didn’t stop kissing her for a second. Their mouths moved together, tongues sliding and playing.

His big body was in between her legs, forcing them apart as his hand moved under her skirt. She felt his palm on her thigh, moving up and up to where she needed him to be. Her head fell back as his fingers moved under the waistband of her undies and started to slide over her labia.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned against her neck.

“I told you, Sir. I’ve never been this wet before.” Only for him. He invaded her every thought, all her dreams. She had no idea why this surly, gloriously masculine misanthrope did it for her, but he did. Chemistry. They had it in spades. Mitch walking into a room could make her temperature spike.

He moved back and she watched as he pulled his soaked fingers from her core and brought them up to his nose. He breathed her in deep. “God, you smell like f*cking sunshine, Laurel.” He sucked them inside his mouth, licking her essence off. “And you taste even better. I knew you would. I knew you would be the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.”

“Please, Mitch.” She knew she was begging, but she couldn’t do the whole foreplay thing. She needed him. They’d waited far too long to take their time.

His face turned savage. “Yes, I think it’s about f*cking time I pleased Mitch.”

His hand went to the buckle of his belt and he shoved his slacks and boxers down with a single thrust, his cock jutting out. She caught a brief glimpse of the gorgeous monster before he was kissing her again. His fingers were back on her *, but he seemed to be pushing her undies aside…and then he was there.

Oh, she had to force herself to breathe as she felt the broad head of his cock start to push its way inside.

Alarms bells started to go off in her head, but they were a distant thing. She clutched at his arms, feeling the muscles of his big biceps through the fabric. She loved how his daily wardrobe hid the gloriously masculine body underneath. It made her want to unwrap him, to slowly rid him of the garments until he was naked in front of her and there was nothing else between them.

She longed to throw off her clothes, but the moment was coming too fast. It was like life had sped up the minute she’d started to climb those stairs. Anger had fueled her and she’d wanted nothing more in that moment but to piss him off. He pushed her buttons, too. Sometimes she thought they were gasoline and fire. They could fight until they were blue in the face but neither one would leave.

But this, this was what it had all led up to.

“God, Laurel, you’re so tight.” He gripped her hips and pushed in.

She could barely breathe. “I’m perfectly normal. You’re too big. God, don’t stop, Mitch.”

One of his hands found her hair, tangling in it and pulling her head back. There was the tiniest bite to his hold that had her scalp lighting up with sensation. “Even here you argue with me.”

For a second she felt like he was disappointed, but the moment passed as he forced his cock in another inch. He kissed her again and she held on for dear life as he thrust in using small movements. In and out. Gaining ground with each pass. He was so big. She was stretched and super wet, but he still was almost too much for her.

“I’m not going to last. You’re too tight. Too long.” His breath sawed from his chest. “Gotta make it good for you.”

She bit her lip as he held himself still. His hand made its way between their bodies and then she was the one who was whimpering. His finger slid against her clitoris. He rubbed the pearly button while their mouths played together. His tongue slid inside as though trying to make up for the fact that his cock was still. Over and over he rubbed and played and the pressure built inside Laurel until she came, her body bowing, nails digging into his arms as she rode out the pleasure.

He moved his hand to her thigh and drove his cock deep. It was like she’d let him off the leash and he pounded inside her. She looked up and his eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he shoved in one last time and she felt heat streaming from him to her.

She looked up, ready for another kiss, another caress from him. They had all night. It might take forever to get enough of this man.

Mitch stared down at her. Just for a moment, his eyes were soft, as though he was utterly satisfied. That look was quickly replaced with tension and dawning regret as he took a step back, pulling up his slacks. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Mitchell?” She’d felt so sexy a moment before, utterly lost in the moment. But apparently the moment had passed and the Dom had left the building because it was Mitch’s frown on that handsome face.

She sat up, her undies shifting back though they were soaked beyond repair at this point.

Soaked because Mitch hadn’t used a condom.

Oh, god. They hadn’t used a condom.

“Laurel, this was a mistake.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair and turned away from her as if he couldn’t stand to look at her another moment. “God, what did I do?”

She got up on shaky legs. “You simply did what was inevitable, Mitch. We’ve been moving toward this for six months.”