Obsession Untamed (Feral Warriors #2)(44)

“D.” He gripped her hips, holding her still. “Not yet.” He looked up at her with an expression that seemed to be a mix of heat, pain, and tenderness. Seemed to be because she couldn’t see his eyes behind those shades. He’d never once let her see his eyes, and she wanted to see them. Needed to see them.

She reached for his sunglasses, but he snatched her wrists. “No, brown eyes.” He lifted his hips, pressing against her sensitive flesh, distracting her as he no doubt intended. “Undress me, Delaney.”

For a moment longer, she looked at his face, always half-closed to her. He didn’t fully trust her. And why should he, any more than she trusted him? They were on opposite sides of the law. From opposite worlds.

What was she even doing with him? She knew virtually nothing about him. She didn’t even know his full name!

He rocked against her again, sending pleasure cascading through her body. Reminding her where she was. And what she wanted. At this moment, at least.

Theirs wasn’t a relationship so much as an encounter. And it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t last. But for this short time, he was hers, and she intended to enjoy every moment of it.

She bent her head to trail her lips over the hard planes of his body, then reached for the zipper of his pants.

He groaned. “D.”

She pulled his pants off him as he had hers. Beneath the soft jeans she found green silk boxers and slid her palm against the ridge beneath.

Tighe sucked his breath in hard. “Take them off,” he groaned. And she did, sliding the silky fabric down his hips, revealing the largest, thickest erection she’d ever seen. Not that she’d seen that many. All of two. Still, Tighe’s was…extraordinary.

“You’re huge,” she breathed.

Even through his sunglasses, she could feel his gaze on her. His fingers slid between her legs. “That’s why you’re going to be ready, sweetheart. Wet and open and crying for me to take you before I enter you.”

His words sent the heat inside her flaring as she groaned from his touch. “What makes you think I’m not already?” She pulled his boxers all the way off, but as she turned to toss them onto the floor, Tighe rose and grabbed her around the waist, turning her until she was on her hands and knees on the bed.

“Tighe.”

He knelt beside her, one hand cupping her breast while the other traced her spine to her tailbone and lower, sliding into the crease of her bu**ocks. His finger found her wet, ready heat and slid inside.

Fire shot through her, and she arched, hissing with pleasure as his finger dove deep inside her. She pressed against his hand, wanting more. Needing more.

“Easy, brown eyes.” He added a second finger, then a third. While his fingers probed her depths, his other hand played with her breast, twirling her nipple until she was gasping with desire.

“Tighe.”

By the time his fingers left her, her breathing was labored, her pulse thick, desire pounding through her body. She rose onto her knees and faced him, pushing at his shoulders. “I either want you inside me, or I want to taste you, as you tasted me. Your choice.”

His mouth widened, not quite a smile, but definitely a satisfied look. Then he pulled her against him, chest to chest, and kissed her, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth.

Without warning, he fell back onto the pillow, pulling her down on top of him. “You can taste me. For as long as I can stand it. Goddess, but I want your lips on me.”

He released her, and she smiled, pushing herself off his chest and turning, her gaze caressing that long thickness. With a single finger, she traced the throbbing vein running from the base of his shaft all the way to the head, delighting in the sharp intake of his breath.

Her fingers slid down the satin flesh, reveling in the feel of him. Clasping him gently, she bent and ran her tongue over the slit at the tip, tasting the drop of moisture clinging there. She twirled her tongue around the head and was just about to pull him fully into her mouth when his hands grabbed her hips.

“Lift your leg, D.”

“I’m not through.”

He moaned. “I hope not. But I want my mouth on you, too.”

Her eyes widened, and she grabbed hold of his thighs, bracing herself as he pulled her hips back and situated her knees on either side of his face.

Then…oh God. At the exact moment he thrust his shaft into her mouth, his tongue dove into her core. Sensations exploded throughout her body as she sucked on the flesh in her mouth, giving him pleasure even as she took it from him in return. His lovemaking was a heady mix of gentleness and aggression, his hands on her hips shaking, gripping her tightly, telling her clearly of his own barely restrained passion.

He began to suck on her sensitive nub until her hips were rocking of their own volition, desperate for the release that was almost there. Almost there. The closer she came to completion, the harder she sucked on him, until he suddenly pulled her away and flipped her onto her back.

Then he was over her, spreading her legs with his knee. “I have to be inside you, brown eyes.” His voice was taut. Pained.

“Yes.”

“Look at me, Delaney. Look at me.”

But when she tried, all she saw was herself reflected in those damned sunglasses. Her spurt of annoyance disappeared as he pushed that thick head against her opening. She gasped as he pressed into her, stretching her. Her body was wet and ready, and the feel of him exquisite. Beyond pleasure. Beyond anything she’d ever dreamed she could feel.