You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(55)

“Months,” she whispered back, her hand going up to his hair. She smoothed her fingers over it. Her eyes were steady on his. “I don’t count your office as our first kiss. You were being an *. So make this one count. I’ve waited months. Months and months of waiting.”

He was glad she was willing to forgive him for that debacle in his office, but she was wrong about that timing. “Forever. I’ve waited forever.”

He let his lips touch hers and heat spiked through his system like a live wire sparking. He molded his mouth to hers, tasting her for the first time. She filled his senses, became the center of everything in that moment. She was the sun, warming him, making him feel alive and male and so good that he wondered why he’d waited.

Her fingers sank into his hair and he knew. He’d waited on this Phoebe. He’d waited because the real woman was so much more than the fa?ade. This woman had all the passion, all the affection he’d sensed in the construct. She’d hidden behind a mask, but there was no hiding now.

When her mouth flowered open and her tongue glided against his, he nearly lost it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, nestling their bodies together. His tongue surged inside, a marauder who wanted to take everything she had to give and then demand more because she was it for him.

He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted this one. How could he even have fooled himself for a second that he would be satisfied with a night? He wanted a lifetime with her. She was the prize he got for surviving. All the horrible shit he’d been through fell away the minute she walked in a room.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to see you.”

It would kill him, but he was determined to give her what she wanted.

He forced himself to stand up. He’d left his vest downstairs and he would very likely get an unholy lecture on cleaning up his shit from Ian, but he’d been too eager to be alone with her. He was still wearing his pants and boots. As quickly as he could, he toed out of his boots and worked the laces on his leathers. Phoebe sat up, pushing back her hair. Even though she was naked, she looked oddly innocent to him, sitting there and staring at him like a child about to receive a gift she hadn’t thought she would get.

“I think you’re beautiful, too.”

He shoved his pants off, kicking them to the side. “I’ve got a lot of scars.”

She ran her hands over the place where the IED had nearly opened his gut. The scar was jagged because he’d been stitched up by someone who’d only wanted him alive in order to torture him. They hadn’t thought a lot about how pretty his abs would look.

He fought a shiver as she brushed her fingers there.

“We’ve all got scars. It proves we did our jobs. Did you like it? Showing me off? Did it do something for you?” She asked the question in a halting tone, her skin flushing like she was nervous to hear the answer.

Did she think he would judge her? “It got me so hot, baby. I loved it. I loved everyone seeing how beautiful my sub was. It made me feel good, worthy.”

“You are so worthy, Jesse.” Her hand went lower and her eyes drifted down. “Did I say you were beautiful? You’re gorgeous.”

He’d never had a woman praise his cock before. Yeah, that did something for him. “Touch me.”

Her right hand came up and she grasped him. “Like that? How do you like it?”

He put his hand over hers and tightened. “Hard. Grip me hard. I want to feel it.”

She nodded and then followed his lead, pumping him up and down. “Would you ever do more than show a sub off?”

So good. It felt so f*cking good. He could already feel his balls tightening. It had been a long time. Concentrate, Murdoch. She’d asked a question that was really more like a land mine waiting to go off. He wasn’t completely dumb. “I’ve never shown a sub off before. I’ve played, but I’ve never displayed my beautiful sub because I never had one until tonight. But if you’re asking me what else I would like to do to you in public, that’s easy to answer.”

Her lips curled up in the sauciest grin. “Alright. I’ll bite. What else would you do?”

Oh, so many things. He looked down and watched as she pumped his cock. “I didn’t even get to show off your ass. You have a spectacular ass.”

“I’m glad you like it.” She leaned over and he had to stop himself from shouting out when she licked the head of his dick.

Fuck. He wasn’t going to last if she kept it up, but he couldn’t seem to find the will to stop her either. “I would spread you out and show you off and then I would take you. I would let them watch as you take my cock. You’ll take it because it belongs to you, because your * is where it needs to be. You’ll wrap your legs around me and you’ll shout out. You won’t be quiet when I f*ck you. You’ll give them a show. You’ll let them know just how good it feels to be f*cked by me and I will make sure you scream. Don’t even think you can hold out on me. I won’t let it happen. I’ll f*ck you so long and so hard, you’ll give me everything I want. Suck me, Phoebe. I want your mouth on me.”

He watched as she leaned forward and her lips wrapped around his cock. He let his hands sink into the soft silk of her hair and stared as she sucked on his cockhead. He let his instincts drive him, allowed his hips to move, to force her to take more. Her tongue dragged over his skin, making his spine nearly curl in pleasure. So hot. Her mouth was hot and tight. Perfect.