Close Cover (Masters and Mercenaries #16)(25)

She rubbed herself against his cock, needing to move in some way. “What did you expect?”

“Not that you would be this gorgeous, sexy bitch in heat.” His voice had gone deep, his accent thicker than before. “You’re not going to run away because this junkyard dog is coming after you, are you, chèrie? You’re going to get on your knees and take everything I have to give you. You’re going to demand I give it to you, aren’t you?”

Oh, he needed to understand a few things. “Yes. I swear if this is some kind of joke, I’ll hunt your ass down and deal with you myself. I won’t send my brother. He would be far too nice. I’ll be the one to take your balls if you walk away from me tonight.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear before nipping at her lobe.

Her whole body was tight with arousal, on edge and waiting for his next touch, next bite. “Really? It’s not very submissive.”

“Oh, but it means you want me. You think the Dom doesn’t want to hear that? Your submission is something I’ll earn, but I need to know that you want me inside you so badly you’re willing to fight for it because I damn straight feel the same about you. Never wanted a woman as badly as I do you right now. But I’m going to kiss you first. I’m going to do this right. Turn around because I want to kiss that sweet as sin mouth of yours the way I’ve always wanted to. Straddle me like I’m a beast you want to ride.”

He was a beast and she definitely wanted to ride him. On shaky legs she turned and repositioned herself, praying her cheap dining room chair could handle them both, but she wasn’t stopping. She wanted that kiss like she’d never wanted anything in her life.

She stopped before straddling him, looking down at that gorgeous man who’d haunted her dreams for over a year. Remy Guidry always held himself apart. Even with his friends there seemed some careful distance he placed between himself and everyone else, as though he needed to not need. Not this Remy. This Remy had his hands out, begging her to come closer. This Remy did need.

He needed her.

Normally she never thought of herself as sexy. She was klutzy. Nerdy. Way too attached to her Kindle to be considered a sensual creature, but something about the look in his eyes gave her confidence. He was fully dressed and she was naked, and somehow that seemed all right with her. It was good to be naked for him. There wasn’t anything dirty about it.

She eased one leg over his lap. “I’m going to have to do some laundry for you, Sir. Because I’m about to mess up these jeans.”

His eyes went straight to her pussy as she lowered herself down. “You’re already wet.”

She rolled her hips. Yes, now she could truly feel that big cock of his where she needed it. The rough denim contrasted with the silk of her feminine flesh, rasping gently as she stroked herself over his cock. “I’m incredibly wet, Sir.”

His hands moved, finding places on her back so he could pull her up, bring her in to the point that their mouths almost met. “You’re wet for me. Say it. Tell me all that sweet arousal is for me and me alone.”

That was easy. “It’s all for you, Sir. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. There was my training partner for six weeks and then before that, I had a long-term boyfriend from grad school who never once got me this wet this fast. But all I need to do to get my motor running is close my eyes and think about how hot you are.”

His lips were right there, so close she could feel the heat of his breath. “Then I better make this good because I never like to disappoint a lady.”

One palm found the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and he forced her down. Their mouths met and Lisa worried her whole body was about to go up in flames. He kissed her over and over, moving her with ease as though this was something they’d done a million times. There was nothing awkward about it. She followed his lead and soon enough his tongue ran along her lower lip and she let him in. Warmth filled her as their tongues played and she could feel his dick rubbing, working her right where she needed it. His free hand played, exploring her back and all the way down to the cheeks of her ass. He gave her a squeeze and then began to direct her, rolling his hips up while his tongue plunged in.

“Rub yourself against me, chèrie. Make yourself come. I want to watch you because I’m not sure how long I’m going to last once I get inside you. Make it good. Show me how much you want my cock.”

That wasn’t a hardship at all. She held on, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders as she rubbed against his erection. The denim of his jeans rasped against her clit, but it felt good. So good. Her whole body was on the edge and then she saw him watching her, his eyes trained on her face even as she could feel his cock pulsing beneath the grind of her hips. He wasn’t lost in sensation. He was lost in her. Something about his focus sent her right over the edge, pure pleasure pounding through her.

She didn’t want it to end, but she had to breathe, had to pause as she threatened to go boneless in his arms.

“That’s what I wanted. That’s all I needed from you.” He kissed her and with effortless ease, stood, lifting her into his arms. “Well, not all. I think I’m definitely going to need to get inside you and soon, but look at me.”

She glanced up and he was staring down at her. “Yes, Sir?”

“I misjudged you,” he said. “I won’t do it again. I meant what I said about going home, but don’t think this isn’t a special time for me. I want to be with you until I leave, and I’ll think about you for the rest of my life. Can that be enough for you?”