Boarlander Silverback (Boarlander Bears #3)(12)

With a cheeky grin over her shoulder, she sauntered to the door of her cabin. And before she disappeared inside, she told him, “You couldn’t break me if you tried.”

Feeling particularly amused with herself, she giggled privately and swung the door closed. Only before it clicked into place, a big dusty work boot had wedged into the frame. Whoa, Kirk was fast. When he pushed open the door, his eyes weren’t the dark brown they’d been in the car. They were glowing an intense gold as he stalked forward and closed the door behind him, preventing her escape with his inhuman gaze.

He gripped the back of her neck, and his lips twisted into a devilish smile. She thought his kiss would be violent, but when his mouth pressed to hers, he surprised her to stillness with how soft his lips were. She was melting into the floor. Her knees were buckling, struggling to hold her upright, so she clutched onto the front of his shirt and hoped it would be enough. Kirk angled his head and pushed his tongue past her lips, filling her, tasting her. Slowly, he turned them and eased her back to the wall, and the second her shoulder blades touched the solid surface, he ground his hips against hers.

The needy moan in her throat couldn’t be helped. Not when his erection was so hard, so thick, hitting her just right. His fingers brushed her skin at her hip, right above her jeans and under her shirt, and with a jerk of his muscles, he threw her badge on the ground. “Now your off-duty,” he murmured against her lips with a smile. Then he slid his hand under her shirt and brushed his fingertips up her ribs until he reached her bra.

“What color are your panties,” he asked in a low, growly voice that sent delicious shivers up her spine.

She didn’t want this moment to stop. She was having a genuine physical and emotional connection with someone for the first time in years. Maybe the first time ever, and she didn’t want to waste it. She wanted to be brave like Damon had been and open herself up to someone. “See for yourself,” she challenged him.

The snap of her jeans popped open as Kirk kissed her, and then his lips left hers just long enough for him to shove her pants down.

He cupped her cheeks and searched her eyes as he pressed his pelvis against hers. A needy sound left her lips at how good he felt. Chest heaving, Kirk eased back and dragged his hungry gaze down her body. A satisfied smile took his face when he laid eyes on her black, lacey panties. Kirk was a lingerie man. Good to know.

With a languid blink, he lifted his gold eyes back to hers. He kissed her again, slower this time, then trailed soft, biting kisses down her jaw and along her neck until his lips were right next to her ear. “You aren’t ready for all of me, woman, no matter what you say. But you’ll f*ck my hand, and it’ll be enough for now. You’ll think about me when you touch yourself tonight, and you’ll call me in the morning, making up some excuse to get an escort onto Damon’s land just to see me again.”

Cocky. She wanted to deny him, but confidence was the sexiest thing about a man and now her panties were slowly soaking just thinking about coming on his hand.

“Beg me,” he murmured, then pulled her earlobe gently between his teeth. He ran his hand from her bra slowly down her belly, then hooked his fingers just under the band of her panties. So close. “Do it. Beg me.”

She was soaking wet now and desperate for him to fulfill those pretty promises. Kirk would be able to make her come. She just knew he could.

“Please,” she asked in a needier whisper than she’d intended. “Touch me.”

Kirk tensed his arm as he slid a gentle touch down the front of her panties. He dragged his fingertip down her wet sex and, curiously, he shuddered. “Perfect,” he whispered as she rolled her hips toward him.

She rested her head back against the wall and gasped as he dipped his finger inside of her. “Kirk,” she whispered, hooking her fingers on the waist of his jeans. She wanted to feel him, too.

Her entire body was shaking with how good his touch felt. She should be embarrassed by how wet she was, but Kirk seemed to love it, and he was kissing her again, his tongue dipping into her mouth each time he pushed his finger into her.

Desperate for more, she pressed her hand farther down the front of his jeans until her fingers brushed the hard, swollen head of his cock. So big. She wished she could see it. He moaned a sexy, vibrating noise as he bucked his hips against her. Mindlessly, she unbuttoned the snap and ripped his zipper downward. Without the barrier, she could run her hand up the length of him. Huge dick to match the rest of his massive body, and now she got it. Maybe she couldn’t take size like this.

When Kirk slid a second finger in her the next time, she gasped and bowed against him. He was hitting her clit just right. Ally pulled the length of him slowly, from the base up, and he let off a low, rattling growl. Sensitive man, writhing under her touch. She’d never affected anyone like this. Power like this was addictive. She rolled her hips with his touch and matched the pace he set by stroking him in rhythm. So much pressure was building up inside of her, and with each push into her, she became desperate for more. For release.

She was losing control, and her hips weren’t moving as smoothly anymore. She was twitching with need under his touch, kissing him harder, biting his bottom lip, a helpless moan in her throat.

Kirk’s body was tense, hard, and strung tighter than a bowstring. In a rush, he settled her back on the floor so fast the room spun. Yes! He was losing control and giving in, and she reveled in the fact that she was the reason. Kirk was as helpless in this moment as she was. She wasn’t alone in this need for connection. She kicked her jeans off her ankles and bent her knees, creating a cradle for him to settle into between her thighs.