Celt. (Den of Mercenaries #2)(28)

She was a beautiful sight, getting herself off like that, but it wasn’t enough for him. He needed to feel her come undone beneath his hands.

Tugging her hand free of her panties, he lifted her off him just enough to drag her panties down her thighs before he had his hand in between her legs again, fingers seeking out the slippery flesh between. Touching her gently, he didn’t linger at her clit like she seemed to so desperately need, instead drifting lower until he could press his middle finger inside her, taking his time as he felt her * clench around the invasion.

But as quickly as he was inside her, he was pulling back out only to add a second. A wordless cry fell from her lips, her hips grinding in his lap as she tried to force his fingers deeper, but he dropped a hand to her waist and held her steady.

She was close already, so f*cking close that he could feel the greedy pull of her walls around his fingers. But he wasn’t ready to let her come yet — he liked her exactly as she was.

“Kyrnon, please.” It was the most she could manage.

“So bloody impatient,” he muttered beneath his breath, punctuating his words with a twist of his fingers, feeling another gush of hot arousal cover his fingers.

He was sure he could keep her like that, dangerously close to the edge, but when he drew her back against him, dragging his teeth along the cord in her neck, she exploded, and when she did, her head fell back, her mouth parting.

“Kyrnon, yes!”

His control snapped the moment he heard his name on her lips, sending a flood of adrenaline rushing through him. On minute he still had her in his lap forcing an orgasm out of her, the next she was on her back, and he was crawling between her spread thighs.

Breathless pleas fell from her mouth as she reached for him, desperate to draw him closer, and seeing her like that had him shoving his boxer-briefs down, too impatient to get them all the way off.

As he squeezed his cock, trying to reign himself in, he couldn’t remember a time when he wanted to f*ck somebody as much as he wanted to f*ck her in this moment. His blood was racing with need, and it was taking every f*cking bit of concentration in him not to just shove into her.

But he wasn’t going to deny himself much longer.

Grabbing a foil packet from the pocket of his pants, he tore it open, pulling the latex from it and rolling it onto his cock.

Grabbing hold of her leg with rough fingers, he dragged her closer, hooking her leg around his waist as he angled the blunt tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed forward.

She was like a f*cking vice, squeezing him before he could even get completely inside her. The need to just take her right then and there made a sharp sensation slide down his spine, but he held back the urge.

He wanted to drag this out for as long as he could because he knew just by the way she responded to his touch that if she was made to wait, her orgasm would be stronger.

When he was finally in as far as her body would let him, he gave her a moment to adjust to the feel of them, and when he felt her go lax, he carefully eased out of her, and back in again.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Her words were a soft, heady sound, making that smile on his face grow wider.

“Does it ache?” he asked, cupping her breast a moment before he slid his hand back down, using his thumb to make tight circles around her clit.

She was beyond words, full lips parted as a keen sound clawed its way out of her throat, washing over him so acutely, his next thrust into her came harder, faster until he was in a harsh rhythm inside her.

It took every bit of considerable control not to give himself over to the pleasure that was heating his spine. Jesus, it was so fecking good that she was greedy like this, soundlessly begging for his cock as he f*cked her harder than before.

He didn’t even realize he had slipped into Gaelic as he told her how much he loved f*cking her * — how he was about to come from the way she was squeezing him.

It was like a fire was raging beneath his skin, one that she was feeding with every moan out of her mouth. It wasn’t just the feel of her * squeezing his cock that was getting him off, but the breathless moans, the way she clung to him so tightly.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever gotten so close so fast, but when he felt her go tight around him again, Kyrnon couldn’t put it off any longer, coming so hard he saw stars.

As his senses came back, becoming more aware of the droplets of sweat sliding down his back in the coolness of the room, he knew without a doubt that once was definitely not going to be enough.

Slowly pulling free of her, he carefully removed the condom and tied it off, dragging his pants back up as he went over to the kitchen to drop it in the trash.

Turning off the television and leaving everything else for the morning, he helped Amber to her feet, and just because he wanted to, he carried her back into his bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

It didn’t take long before she was dozing, having slipped off to sleep once he was beside her. While Kyrnon may not have been mentally tired, she had managed to drain every bit of energy he had left. Usually, he would be perfectly fine to leave his partner slumbering as he went off to do something else, but instead after going out to double check and make sure all his alarms were set and the place was a fortress once more, he rejoined her in bed.

A few hours, he thought as he closed his eyes, draping an arm around her and drawing her back into his hold.

That was all he needed.