Page 42 of Cruel Expectations

He shouldn’t have Forest’s sister half naked underneath him. Or want his lips on the tantalizing buds of her nipples.

He should not be reaching for the open fly of her jeans…brushing his fingertips over the lace V there.

“Ivy.” His throat worked on a long swallow. The throb of want pounding through him was barely staved off.

She lifted her head off the bed and bit into his bottom lip, tugging lightly but with an insistence that told him what a wild one she’d be between the sheets.

Fucking hell. He wasn’t going to stop this insanity train, was he? He was going to stop manning the brakes and let it crash and burn.

Any coupling between them would be just that too—a deadly fire that incinerated everything in its path. He didn’t know how he knew that—he just did.

The soft patter of her fingers on his spine stole the last fragment of his mind. He took her mouth in a kiss that spiraled out of control while he popped the clasp of her bra and stripped it off her.

As he cupped her breast, she moaned into his mouth. Arched into his palm.

Seeing that dead body made him remember how quick life could end. How many times had he and his fellow SEALs talked about grabbing each day and living it to its fullest?

When he moved his mouth from Ivy’s throat to the stiff peak of her nipple, he issued a groan of reverence. She echoed it with a soft moan that stole into his soul.

Trapping the hardened bud between his lips, he sucked in tender pulls that made her writhe. He lapped the tip with swirls of his tongue that made her dig the points of her nails into his shoulders.

“Oh my god! Yessss!”

He had to taste every single inch of her because once he left her bed, he would never return. He’d walk out that door and never lay a hand on her again.

As he tasted her other breast, and brushed his lips across each of her ribs, he positioned himself between her legs. Looking into her eyes, he hooked his fingers in her jeans and tugged them down her body.

She rolled her hips to assist him. When they reached her boots, he took a moment to admire the soft, supple leather that clung to her calves and ankles like they’d been made for her.

After her boots were removed, he continued to tug her jeans down the creamy skin of her thighs and off her feet.

His head dropped forward, stunned at the sight of her in the sexiest pair of lace panties he’d ever seen in his life. The deep red seemed to glow against her pale skin. The barest shadow of the seam of her pussy had his gut clenching with the need to pound into her hard…fast…until she only knew how to form his name.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He sounded as though he’d run a marathon up a mountain with a fully loaded backpack and a weapon slung across his chest.

The way she stared up at him, her eyes glowing and her lip trapped in her teeth, damn near stole every bit of control he ever possessed.

Running his fingertip over that shadow peeking between the lace pattern, he found her panties soaking wet.

“Fuck!” He claimed her mouth while ripping her panties off. When he strummed his fingertips over her drenched folds, she bucked her hips and thrust her tongue into his mouth in a kiss that blazed out of control.

She rocked into his hand. He tunneled his finger between her folds and found the stiff bud of her clit.

“Oh god! Hunter, yes! Please.” Her long moan spurred him on. Pressing down on the nubbin, he tasted the desire on her tongue and stole the cries off her lips. She arched and writhed at his touch.

He slicked her juices over her clit, swirling around and around and then applying pressure that launched her hips off the bed.

Braced on one arm, he leaned away to watch the pleasure take over her beautiful face and continued his torment until she was shaking and begging him to enter her.

“I need you. Your cock. Please!”

He didn’t have a lot of time for showing the other women he took to bed a good time, but he did want to make this good for Ivy. Especially knowing it would be their last.

The look in her eyes urged him to take off the rest of his clothes. As soon as she saw his stiff cock bob free from his boxer briefs, she sucked in a gasp.

That sound made him think of entering her. Of being balls-deep.

He froze. “I don’t have a condom.”

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