Hell or High Water (Deep Six #1)(81)



He smelled fruity and clean, but still amazingly like Leo, all sun-drenched sand and coconut oil. And maybe she was being whimsical. But in Syria, anytime he got near, she was reminded of tropical islands and frosty boat drinks. Maybe it was because he’d spent his whole life rubbing on sunscreen that his skin just naturally smelled like good times and lazy days at the beach. A golden god from a golden land.

Catching her top lip, he flicked his tongue over her teeth. “I love…” He let the sentence dangle for a bit, and her breath hitched, the hair on her scalp lifting. He loved…what? What? “Your crooked front tooth,” he finally finished. And she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. The first she assured herself, concentrating on the delightful feel of his beard stubble rasping against her lips and cheeks. His roughness against her softness. His maleness contrasting with her femaleness.

She shook her head, pulling back to look into his eyes. This close she could see each striation of color meld into the next. The deep brown near his pupils turned into gold. The gold gave way to turquoise, then green, then deep sapphire blue at the very edge of his iris. They were gorgeous, mesmerizing, the most beautiful eyes she’d ever had the pleasure of staring into.

“You love my crooked front tooth? Well, that makes one of us,” she admitted. But she could see by the tick of his jaw, feel by the insistent throb of his cock, that he really believed what he was saying.

“I wanted to run my tongue over it the first time I saw it,” he whispered reverently, his voice a low rumble inside her chest and lower, in her belly. “When the station captain introduced us and you smiled at me.”

“Oh yeah?” The thought enchanted her, charmed her. “Then what took you so long?” She grabbed his ears, pulled his mouth back to hers. She needed to taste him again. Taste him a million times more before she left him for good.

“Hell if I know,” he admitted with a chuckle, kissing her to within an inch of her life. All the while, he kept up that constant assault on the tips of her breasts, plucking and caressing her nipples until she was so hot she thought she might die of heat stroke.

Her womb was a persistent pulse of longing in her center, a deep, yearning void that needed to be filled. And Leo, ever perceptive, gave her what she wanted. He played briefly at her entrance, circling with two fingers, spreading her juices around, teasing her, tempting her, preparing her. And then he sank two fingers deep, making her gasp, making her head fall back against the tile wall. He pumped expertly, knowing just where to touch, just where to rub. When his thumb landed atop the bundle of swollen nerves to press and circle, she knew she better get her hands on him right now or she was going to climb that steep hill to orgasm all by herself. Again.

Yeah. No way in hell. This time we both go.

Wrapping her fingers around him as far as they would go, she marveled when they didn’t quite touch. Now it was her turn to pump, to stroke. To try to elicit from him another drop of silken passion. He didn’t disappoint. His erection pulsed and jerked in her fist, a hard, hot, living column of greedy flesh. And soon a satiny drop rolled over his head. She rubbed it along his thick shaft, coating him before fisting him again.

“Christ, Olivia,” he growled, gnashing his teeth as he pulled back from the kiss. “You keep that up and you’re goin’ to make me come.”

“Let’s come together,” she coaxed, licking the tiny tip of his flat, brown nipple into her mouth. And she’d wanted to do that since the first time she saw it, when he’d peeled out of his combat gear after a particularly hot afternoon of training with the Syrian rebels.

“Ah, hell,” he growled, using the hand that wasn’t busy pleasuring her to cup the back of her head, to hold her to him while she suckled and played, flicked and licked. The little bud was hard as a rock and sweet as sin. The hair on his chest tickling her lips and cheeks.

He was so unbelievably hot. So unbelievably good at…everything. Absolutely everything. As if to prove that point, her channel pulsed around his fingers, clamped down on his knuckles. She needed more. Just a little…

He let go of her head to place his hand low on her belly, pushing gently while pumping harder, faster. Oh, holy SHIT! Her womb contracted into a hard ball. The walls of her vagina spasmed as if they’d received an electrical shock. Her whole sex lit up with sensation, with pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it. Never knew her body could—

“Leo!” His name was a hoarse cry torn from her throat as waves of intense, mind-numbing bliss rolled through her, rolled over her, radiating out from her womb in bright golden swells. She’d never come so hard, so fast. Never experienced rapture so intense that she lost track of time. Of place. She was floating in an endless ocean of sensation that bore her up, holding her aloft. She was blind. Deaf to everything but the buzz of her own blood rushing through her veins like raging, flood-swollen rivers.

She didn’t know how long she stayed there in that alternate universe of liquid ecstasy. But she knew when the cosmic blip was over, when the rip in the space-time continuum repaired itself, because her ears started working again. She could hear Leo breathing hoarse encouragement in her ear, “That’s it, darlin’. That’s it. Ride it out.”

An aftershock of rapture raced through her, making her shudder, making her moan. She realized at some point she must have released his cock, because her hands were gripping his shoulders. As if she’d had to anchor herself to him. And maybe she had. Maybe her death grip on him was the only thing that had kept her from getting lost in that other plane.

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