Heated Pursuit (Alpha Security #1)(61)

For the first time in his life, Rafe hadn’t been scared out of his mind at the thought of spending the rest of his life with a woman.

No, with Penny.

It took seeing her pale and weak, watching her fight demons in her dreams from which he couldn’t save her, to realize he had so much more to lose than he ever thought.

“Rafe. Please.” Her whispered moan ripped him from his thoughts and straight into her eyes. With a groan, she canted her hips toward his hand.

He nearly slid into her body right then but knew the second he did, he’d be a goner. The selfish bastard in him wanted the sight of her coming carved into his retinas.

With his cock heavy and hard between his legs, Rafe focused on Penny. He slipped his fingers through her drenched folds and swallowed her soft gasp with his mouth. Careful to avoid the sensitive nub of her clit, he mapped out the area with touch alone. The lift of her hips and her hot, breathy moans encouraged him to slip one finger into her tight sheath, then two.

She squirmed beneath him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he caught one nipple tightly between his lips and f*cked her with his hand.

He curled his fingers into her body, groaning when he felt her flex around him. “I need to taste you so goddamned bad.”

“God yes.” Her breath hitched as she opened her legs to admit his wide shoulders. Eyes hooded in arousal, she watched him settle between her thighs. Spread before him, open and unguarded, she offered herself to him with no reservations. No barriers. He didn’t take his eyes off her as his tongue took its first slow swipe.

Her taste exploded on his tongue. He couldn’t get enough. The wet walls of her body tightened around his fingers with each lick. He didn’t relent, keeping it up until her body arched into him and her whispered plea reached his ears.

He needed to hear her come.

With a twist and push, he pumped his fingers in and out of her *. He licked, flicked, dragged the tip of his tongue to her clit. The hands in his hair tightened, holding him close. He didn’t need the help or the encouragement, but the smarting tugs made him ache to be inside her even more.

“I want to hear you come, Red,” he whispered against her body. “Let go, baby.”

Alternating between soft and firm, slow and fast, he kept up the pace until with a rough tug on his hair, she came. The sweet burst of her arousal flooded his senses, and he rode it with her until the last of the quivers eased through her body.

In the dim light of the hut, her porcelain skin glistened with the pink glow of satisfaction. She looked like a woman thoroughly ravished—and he was nowhere close to being done. He trailed a path of kisses over the slight curve of her abdomen and the peaks of her breasts.

At her mouth, he shared her sweet taste with a slow thrust of his tongue. “I need to verify the whole condom situation.”

“I’m safe and protected,” she said, verifying what she’d told him in the jungle. “The shot works wonders.”

“I’m clean, too. But I’d understand if you don’t want to—”

“I do,” she said quickly.

When she brushed her hand against his jaw, Rafe turned and took the pad of her thumb in a gentle bite. “Say the words aloud, Red. Plain and clear so we have no miscommunication.”

“I’m saying I want more. I want you. You’ve already given me one spectacular orgasm; it would be a total shame not to go for another.” She slid her hand down to his aching cock and flashed a grin. “And at least one for you, too, of course.”

Goddamn, this woman was something else.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he pulled her knee to his hip and tested her readiness. She was warm, wet, and completely open to him. With a shift of hips, he slipped into her pliant body as if he was always meant to be there.

This time, they both trembled. There was nothing on earth that compared to the sweet feel of her body. Flesh on flesh. Heat on heat. In and out, he withdrew and sank back in a series of thrusts that had them both panting in a matter of seconds.

“You’re so f*cking tight, baby.” Afraid of finishing before they even began, Rafe took a deep breath, groaning as her body contracted around him like a pulsing vise. “I don’t want to hurt you. Dear God, tell me I’m not f*cking hurting you.”

Her soft hands settled on the curve of his ass. With a squeeze and an upward thrust of her hips, she urged him deeper. “I’m not as breakable as I look.”

Rafe’s control snapped. With a caveman growl, he surged in the last few remaining inches. Beneath him, Penny gripped his ass tighter. He brought his mouth down on hers as if he were a man dying of dehydration and she were a bottomless well, and only when his head began to swirl did he come up for air. He kissed a path of kisses over her cheek, her nose, the curve of her slender neck.

Every inch of her was smooth and supple. He couldn’t get close enough, feel enough, when it came to this woman. He slipped a hand beneath her hip and braced her body as he plunged in and out. It didn’t take long before the bed beneath them creaked and groaned with the force of each thrust.

Her hands touched him everywhere: the muscles of his arms, his back. Their heavy pants fueled the already raging fire until Rafe lost track of where he ended and she began. Need for release warred with a need to never let go. The second her lips met his mouth in a kiss that pushed them both over the edge, Rafe knew.

One more night—f*ck, a million nights—would never be enough.