Spy Games (Tarnished Heroes #1)(16)

There was no way to last. If he didn’t take immediate control he was going to come on her hand, and as much as he liked to see a woman painted with his seed, he wanted inside her.

“Lay on your stomach. Now.” He spoke against her lips, caressing them as he spoke. He’d lived with the fantasy of her firm, round behind since the day she put on that first pair of tiny, spandex volleyball shorts. He planned on having his hands all over her ass.

Rand pulled his fingers from her and didn’t miss the way her body trembled.

“You’re still bossy.” Sarah leaned back on her elbows. The angry, red line of stitches glared at him.

“If you aren’t on your stomach when I turn around, I’m putting you there.”

Rand stood and backed away from the bed.

She wasn’t what he’d expected. Not that he had any freaking clue what to expect when it came to her. One of the rules about walking away had been to never ask or look up information about the Collins family. Any of them. Especially her and Matt. But mostly her.

He resisted the compulsion to upend his pack, dump everything out in an effort to find the condom he knew was somewhere buried in its depths. Thankfully, he found the protection in one of the inner pockets.

His boots came off, one then the other. He kicked them to the side as he strode to the door, ensuring it was locked, the security system was armed, and a gun was placed on top of the fridge. No one kind of protection was more important than the other right now.

Satisfied, he turned back to the bed.

Sarah hadn’t moved.

She kicked one foot off the side of the mattress, the other knee drawn up, her heel on the mattress, toes wiggling.

Of course, she’d be obstinate. It was Sarah.

Rand narrowed his gaze. One side of her mouth hitched up. She was trying to antagonize him. The brat. It took three strides to cross the apartment, even with his jeans sliding down around the top of his thighs.

He tossed the condom onto the bed and grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over on her stomach. She laughed and kicked one foot up, toes curled.

“Stay right there.” He landed a slap to the curve of her ass.

She yelped and peered over her shoulder, but didn’t move.

He hooked his thumbs in his underwear and shoved them, along with his jeans, to the floor. Naked and aroused, he rolled the condom on. If he touched her one more time, he’d forget that all-important barrier. The only thing that would be between them for a short while.

Rand pushed her knees apart. Her glistening pussy lips teased him, reminding him of just how hot and tight she’d felt around his fingers. He planted one knee on the mattress between her thighs and grasped his cock.

This wasn’t a wet dream. It was a reality. He couldn’t screw this up.

He bent and kissed the same spot he’d smacked. It wasn’t even red, but he found it.

“Rand.” She drew his name out, twisting her upper body, reaching for him.

He crawled up her, capturing her exactly where she was, and kissed her gently. He wasn’t given to tender affections, but he’d also never been with her. It made sense that with her, he would be different.

“Stay on your stomach,” he said again.

“Really?”

“Keep your arms above your head.” He grasped her hands and placed it on the mattress.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m all the fun.”

“Big talk.”

“You going to keep talking?”

“If I say yes, will you get on with it?”

Sarah. Always back-talking.

He grinned and grasped his cock. She arched her hips, lifting off the mattress. He spread her with one hand and guided his erection to her entrance with the other.

This is really happening.

The sight of his flesh nestled between her lower lips was…hot.

He flexed his hips, pushing into her, and held his breath as her slickness eased the entrance. Her inner muscles squeezed him, drawing him deeper.

Sarah groaned. He leaned forward, planting a hand next to her waist.

“Oh, my.” Sarah’s eyes closed, her breath stirred the sheets.

“Yeah?”

“Holy shit.” She tensed around him, a conscious action that made his vision blur.

He shifted, withdrawing from her body, loving the way she moaned. He thrust into her, harder, feeling the glide all the way into his balls. The mattress squeaked, protesting the harder use, but whatever.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Was Sarah a talker? Wouldn’t surprise him.

She squeezed him with the same intensity as before.

Fuck.

This wasn’t going to last anywhere near long enough. He had to make sure she at least came before he did. Or talk about screwing up a one-time shot.

Rand pushed his hand under her hip until he could cup her mound. He kissed the back of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, and rested his forehead against her spine. Something right settled deep in his gut. Maybe if the world were different, if the past hadn’t happened, things between them would have turned out another way. But this was all they had. And he was selfish enough to take what he could get.

He thrust. She groaned, her hands fisting the comforter. This close, he could see all the micro expressions on her face. The smallest contraction of muscles around her eyes and mouth. He pressed his fingers over her mound, finding that little bundle of nerves. She shifted her hips in time with his, deepening the penetration, working in tandem with him.