Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(52)

Braden’s arm tightened around her, though he was careful to stay away from her wound. Her fingers found his and trembled as they cautiously slid over his palm. He twined his with hers and rested them comfortably over her middle.

“Ricardo was an egotistical ass,” Braden said darkly. “And Paulo sounded like an immature pu**y.”

She shook against him then groaned when her laughter caused her pain. “Yeah, but he was good in the sack.”

Braden growled close to her ear. “I’ll show you good in the sack, woman.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispered as he grazed her ear with his teeth.

His entire groin tightened. Nice, sensitive Braden was saying: She’s exhausted, in pain and in no shape to be rode long and hard again. The Braden with blue balls was shouting: Flip her ass over and f**k her senseless.

“What I can promise is that when I make love to you, you won’t be thinking about how good Paulo de la Cruz was in bed.”

“Mmmm, I’d like to take you up on that challenge.”

“It wasn’t a challenge, sister. It was a promise.”

“Braden?”

He frowned at the thready sound of her voice. “Yeah.”

“Can we go to sleep now?”

She sounded faint, like she was already ninety percent there.

He nuzzled against her neck, his lips finding the softness against her hairline. She sighed in contentment and scooted back further against him until you couldn’t fit a hair between them.

“Yeah, baby. Go to sleep.”

“You won’t go anywhere, will you?” she asked sleepily.

He kissed her behind the ear, inhaling her sweet scent. “I’ll be right here, Katie. I’m not going anywhere.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Braden awoke with Katie sprawled across him like she owned him. Half her body was draped across his chest, her cheek pressed tight against his skin and her mouth open.

There was nothing maidenly or shy about her.

For a long time he lay there, quiet, studying her while she slept. Her hair was tousled, the strands teasing his skin. He toyed with the uneven locks, twirling them around the tips of his fingers.

She stirred against him, a restless little move that sent her soft body seeking further into his. His c**k stood up and paid attention, much to his dismay.

She went still, and he felt the catch in her breath. Then she raised her head and looked up at him with sleepy, drugged eyes.

“You got a condom?”

He blinked in surprise. Of all the things he thought she might say, that wasn’t it. His chest shook with laughter, but he kept his lips tight to prevent any sound from escaping.

Her eyes narrowed, but he caught a glint of amusement sparkling in their depths.

“If you tell me that’s just your usual morning hard-on and that I have nothing to do with it, I’m going to be deeply offended.”

“Oh, it’s all you,” he said. “And yeah, I have a condom. Give me a sec to go get it.”

He carefully extricated himself from her body and strode out of the room. He found Ian asleep on the couch in the living room, and a distinct chill in the air. Damn, but it was cold.

Sparing his brother only a quick glance and a whispered directive for him to sleep a while longer, he dug into his pack for one of the condoms and then headed back to the bedroom.

He paused inside the doorway to shed his underwear. Katie watched from the bed, her eyes tracking his every movement. His hand curled around his heavy erection, and he worked up and down in a slow, steady motion.

Hunger flashed in her eyes, and a bolt of awareness sizzled through his groin. He walked over to the bed, tossed the condom onto the pillow and then climbed back onto the mattress. She covered him immediately, her body warm and supple. She fit. So damn perfect.

She reached for the condom and rapidly tore the wrapper off. With deft fingers, she rolled it over his dick, and he nearly groaned at the restriction.

“You don’t want foreplay?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as she moved to straddle him.

“What I want is to f**k you,” she said in a voice tight with desire.

“Oh hell, I think I just fell in love,” he murmured.

He helped her by spanning her waist with his big hands and positioning her so she didn’t hurt herself. Then he allowed his fingers to wander up her lush body to cup her br**sts.

She leaned up, did a tight little fidget and then sheathed him.

They both groaned. His entire body tightened and spazzed out. He felt like he was going to twitch right out of his skin.

“You have to move, baby,” he said as he lifted her hips. “Oh, yeah, like that. Just like that.” He expelled all of his breath in one long sigh.

She rolled forward and then back, undulating her pelvis so that her pu**y rippled over every inch of his cock.

“Kiss me,” he said huskily as he urged her on with his hands. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. He’d thought of nothing else ever since kissing her on the plane.

Her lips melted over his, sweet like syrup and soft. So deliciously soft. His hands skated up her sides to cup her br**sts, and he brushed his thumbs across her ni**les. She shivered delicately against his hands as their tongues met and dueled for supremacy.

He let her win that particular battle, enjoying how she took control of the kiss.

She tasted him, swept her tongue over his and deep into his mouth. She pulled away and then nipped sharply at his bottom lip. She followed it with a soothing lap of her tongue and then she sucked it back into her mouth to nibble erotically.