You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(98)

He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t leave McKay-Taggart. She couldn’t ask him to do that. “You love your team.”

“I do. I love you more.” He said it so simply, as though the words didn’t threaten to change the course of her life.

She started to turn away. “I can’t.”

He gripped her elbow, hauling her back. He pulled her close, not giving her an inch of space. “Then I’ll take what time I have. Until you step on to that plane and out of my life, you belong to me. You’re f*cking mine. Nothing comes between us. Not your brother. Not the Agency. Not that ghost you keep holding on to. Tonight, you’re mine and you’re going to obey every command I give you, and the first one is take those damn clothes off and get on your knees.”

Her breath hitched. “I can’t.”

His head dipped, his lips hovering above hers. “You can. You think I don’t know what you need? You think this is all for me? It’s not. You’re on the edge. You need an excuse to cry, to let go, and I’m going to give you one. I would do this for the rest of our lives. I would take care of you, but you won’t let me so I have one last night to love you. My way.”

“I can’t love you, Jesse. Not like you deserve, but you should know that I will miss you every second of every day.”

“Every second of every day I want you to remember this.” He pressed his erection against her, moving until his hard cock rode right against her clit. “Remember every second that you could have had a man who worshipped you with his body and soul. You could have had a man who thought of you all the time, who put you first.”

“I don’t deserve that.”

He breathed a sigh and his eyes softened a bit. “And there is the real problem. I’ll show you that you’re wrong about that, too. On your knees.”

Hands shaking, she dropped to her knees, ready to give him everything she had.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN





Jesse watched her drop to her knees, knowing the fight wasn’t over. Not even close. She thought she could have one more night with him, thought she could take what she needed and still walk away.

He planned to make it impossible for her.

He needed to figure out what all this guilt was about and banish it from their lives forever because he had no intention of living without her. He placed a hand on her head, for the first time in his life feeling like a real Dom. It had all been play before, light and teasing. There was nothing playful about this. Phoebe needed him. She needed a Dom, but mostly what she needed was a husband. It was all just different words for the same thing. Love. Dedication. Commitment. He was committed to her and she was about to discover what that truly meant.

“Tell me your secret, Phoebe.”

Her breath caught and she shook her head. “No.”

“Does it have something to do with leaving a man behind?” She’d shut down when he’d made the crack about the Agency leaving agents. “Was that what happened to your husband?”

She went utterly still. “Don’t talk about him.”

That hurt, but it wasn’t unexpected. He’d known when he started this that it would be a long night. It was the only night they had if he didn’t break down her walls. He was out of time. He needed to get her mind off all the crap that was happening and on the present. “Undo the fly of my jeans.”

A look of relief crossed her features and her hands immediately came up, working the button on his jeans and bringing the zipper down. His cock sprang free. He’d been erect from the moment she’d walked into the room. Even during their argument, his cock had been slamming against his jeans, desperate to get close to her. She stared at him, his dick pulsing. “You’re so pretty.”

He’d never once been called pretty before, but he would take any compliment she gave him. “I think you’re the pretty one. Kiss me, Phoebe. Show me you want me.”

She leaned over and those gorgeous lips of hers opened and her tongue came out, swiping at the head of his already weeping dick. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when she sucked his cockhead behind her lips.

“I do want you. I want you so much.” Her words rumbled along his cock, trembling against his flesh and making his balls draw up.

“Take more.” He had no intentions to come. He wouldn’t do that until he was buried deep inside her ass, but he so wanted her mouth on him. They both needed the connection.

She looked up as she ran her tongue down his cock, whirling it around and around. She sucked the pre-come off him and drank it down. Her hand came up, circling his stalk and drawing him in deeper.

So good. She felt so good. His Phoebe didn’t half ass anything, so when she sucked him, she meant it. She worked her mouth around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside. Her hands went down to cup his balls, nails scraping lightly. His hand sank into the softness of her hair and he tilted his pelvis, forcing her to take more. Her breasts bounced as she ate his dick. He hissed when he felt the sharp scrape of her teeth, but it was just one more sensation to be had. Her tongue soothed the little ache and before he knew it, he felt his balls pulsing, getting ready to explode.

With pure willpower, he pulled her off. “Not yet. You’re not getting off that easy, baby. Take off your clothes, go to the bed, and kneel on it. Ass in the air, face on the mattress.”