Close Cover (Masters and Mercenaries #16)(87)

She gave him one last kiss and got to her feet, her body languid. Even her bones felt submissive as she looked at him. No one in the world could do this to her, could make her want him the way this man did.

He tugged her onto his lap and his lips found hers. Long, drugging kisses. He could kiss forever and she would get lost in the way his tongue danced with hers. Over and over again, he kissed her until she didn’t want to breathe, only wanted more of his lips and tongue.

His hands moved over her body, stroking her in long motions. It was easy to relax in his arms. He had her. She wasn’t going anywhere. Being with Remy was like being in suspension. She could float and he wouldn’t let her fly away.

“Your mouth felt so good,” he said against her lips.

“Your cock tasted like heaven,” she replied. She could still taste him on her lips, loved the idea that he would be able to taste himself on her tongue.

He chuckled as one hand found her breast, cupping it. “You kill me when you talk dirty. Every word out of that sweet mouth of yours goes straight to my dick. How did I ever once think you were some uppity intellectual?”

“You underestimated me. Or overestimated me. And I can be smart and dirty.” It was a good combination, though one that only really worked around him. She’d never thought dirty could also be loving before she’d met him. Nothing was off the table with this man. She could try anything she liked because he would be there to catch her.

His hand moved down again, inching its way toward her pussy. “You can. You can be anything you want to, chèrie. Don’t you forget that, and if anyone ever tries to tell you different, they will have to deal with me.”

Because she wouldn’t be with him. Because she was stubborn.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her heart torn. “I have a family and a life back in Texas.”

He stared down at her as though he wanted her to feel his will. “And you would have a family and a life here. Your life. Our life. One we’ll build together. I’ll marry you tomorrow if you’ll have me. I’ll share this whole place with you.”

After everything he’d gone through? She tried to sit up, but his arms caught her, keeping her close to him. “If you ever get married again, you have to have a pre-nup, Remy.”

“I won’t marry anyone but you.” His hands tightened. “Spread your legs for me. I want to touch you.”

He was killing her. She let her knees move wide, allowing him access to her pussy. “You can’t risk the bar again. You have to protect yourself.”

“It wouldn’t be a risk with you. You would stay with me. You would have a family with me. We would give this place to our children one day. God, I hope we don’t have a Zep.” His fingers found her clitoris and brushed over the button, making it hard for her to breathe.

“I can’t. I don’t know.” She couldn’t marry him. He’d lied. And yet the idea of someone else making babies with him was insufferable. She couldn’t think of anyone else getting to hold him and make him happy.

His fingers moved over her, touching her and making her squirm.

“I’ll take I don’t know over I can’t. I’ll take it until I turn it into a yes.” His lips were against her ears, his words hot. “You like to say yes to me. You like to say, yes, Remy, please fuck me with your fingers. Yes, Remy, please put your mouth on me and make me scream.”

Oh, she didn’t hesitate to say yes to that. “Yes. Yes, I want all those things.”

She wanted everything he had to give. She was simply too afraid to reach for it. Or too busy holding on to something that didn’t matter. If she let go of her anger, she might be able to hold on to him.

He stood, lifting her up with effortless strength.

He turned, setting her on the top of the table. Luckily she’d already cleaned up the place, and it looked like she would be doing that again because Remy shoved aside the basket of condiments and menus and laid her out on the table like she was the feast. Cool air hardened her nipples and sent a delicious chill across her skin. She’d served this table three times today. Two groups of friends and one family, but now it would be hard to look at it and not think about what it felt like to lie on top and wait for her Master’s touch.

He stared down at her, his cock erect again. “You are the most beautiful mermaid a man ever found.”

Mermaid was probably more beautiful, but she had to admit she liked her other nickname. “I thought I was a little shrimp.”

His lips curled up. “I changed my mind. You’re a mermaid.” His fingers brushed over her, starting at her chin and drawing a line down. “You sing your pretty song and I’m lost because I can’t do anything but try to find you, try to bring you back to me.”

He dropped to his knees and suddenly she wasn’t thinking about anything but how good it felt to have his mouth on her, his tongue sliding over her pussy. He made a meal of her, sucking and licking before he settled in, his long fingers penetrating her. They curled up inside her seeking that perfect spot while his lips found her clitoris. He kissed her sweetly and sucked on the little bud and sent her right over the edge.

Before she could process the first orgasm, he was standing up, shoving his jeans down and rolling a condom on. Through hazy eyes, she watched as he stroked his big cock. She wanted him naked. He was so beautiful naked, but it looked like he wasn’t waiting around. Her Master was hungry.