Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(32)

He noticed she didn’t say the word f*ck and found that insanely adorable. “We’ll get there.” He dipped his head to one of her breasts, sucked on her already hard nipple.

Moaning, she arched her back, sliding her fingers through his short hair even as she wrapped her legs around his waist, plastering herself to him. His cock was thick and heavy between them. The way she enveloped herself around him made all those possessive instincts he hadn’t known he even had flare to life.

“Abram.” His name sounded like a prayer on her lips and all he’d done was tease her nipple.

He bit down gently on the hard bud and she squirmed under him, her fingers now digging into his back.

Yeah, he could get used to hearing her say his name; wanted her to say it as he thrust inside her.

He reached between their bodies and cupped her mound even as he moved to her other breast, swiping his tongue around her nipple. He slid a finger between her slick folds, making her moan even louder as she rolled her hips against him.

His cock ached, begging to be inside her, but he needed to work her up a little more. Lifting his head from her breast, he crushed his mouth to hers.

She twined her tongue with his, just as hungry for him as he was for her. He could feel it in her every movement and hear it in every little gasp she made. When she gave his bottom lip a playful nip, lightly scraping her fingernails down his back, his balls pulled up even tighter.

Though he wanted to keep kissing her, teasing her, he wanted her to come even more. This first time would take the edge off.

Pulling back from her, he stared down at her for a long moment. Her breasts rose and fell as she watched him, her dark eyes filled with hunger. When she reached for his cock, he grasped her wrist and pulled her up to a sitting position.

“On your knees. Face the mirror.” He barely managed to get the words out, to keep a grasp on his control.

She did as he said, her movements unsteady and a little jerky. He liked that she was as affected as him. When she met his gaze in the mirror, he swore his heart stopped for a moment.

Her short, dark hair wasn’t neat like it usually was, but mussed. Her lips were slightly swollen, and the look in her eyes was more than just lust. She looked like she needed him. Maybe as much as he needed her.

Moving in behind her, he took a moment to appreciate the differences in their bodies. She was so petite and slender, but with a steel backbone. He wasn’t worried about hurting her, knew he could never do that.

He ran his hands down her sides, hated how callused his hands were, but she didn’t seem to mind. She shuddered, holding onto the vintage metal frame of the daybed as she spread her legs just a little wider.

Even her pose, the way she was bent forward, waiting for him, made his breath catch. He was never letting her go.

He’d felt how slick she was but he still reached between her legs from behind, groaned at the feel of her. “You’re so wet.”

“I’m wet all the time for you.” Her words came out low as she watched him in the mirror, her fingers clutching the frame. “You make me crazy at work and I still get turned on by it.”

“Good.” Because he got turned on by her all the damn time. Didn’t matter what she seemed to be doing. He quickly rolled on a condom before guiding his cock to her entrance.

Soon, he planned to be inside her bare, with nothing between the two of them as he emptied himself inside her.

He didn’t push inside her just yet though. Reaching around, he cupped both her breasts, teasing both her nipples with his thumbs as he watched her expression.

She sucked in a breath, pleasure playing across her expression as her head fell back against his chest. He loved seeing her like this, open to him.

And all his.

He worked her up until she was squirming and pushing her ass back against him, silently demanding he do something.

Without pause he thrust into her in one long push.

“Abram.” She froze for a moment, her breathing shallow as she adjusted to his size.

He felt her inner walls tightening around him, already milking him. She was so damn tight and yeah, he was big. Nothing to be done about that. He buried his face against her neck, inhaled her sweet scent as he reached around and found her pulsing clit.

She needed to come, and fast. Because his control was slipping. Lucy’d had him on edge for months. Now that he was inside her, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Not this first time.

When he slid a finger over her clit, she moaned and jerked back against him. At the same time he felt her clench around him even tighter.

Using her body’s cues, he stroked her clit, increasing the pressure the louder she moaned until he knew she was close.

“Oh God, oh…” She jerked against him as she rolled into climax.

He began thrusting inside her and she cried out even louder, her inner walls rippling around him as she found her release. He couldn’t watch her in the mirror anymore as his own orgasm built and crested as months of need for her slammed through him.

He wasn’t sure how long he thrust into her but his orgasm seemed to go on forever as he lost himself inside her.

When he looked at her in the mirror again, the satisfied expression on her face made him do a mental fist pump. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And he’d put it there.

“We could have been doing this for months now,” she murmured, giving him the most sensual look in the mirror.