Page 45 of Hazard

He slipped into the suite and walked to the open door to his sleeping quarters. She was huddled on the bed, her arm thrown over her head, her delicate face turned toward him. Her bruises had dulled, but they were a deep, dark reminder of how much danger and trauma she’d been in three days ago.

The brass had gone crazy when they’d gotten word of the dual ambush, taking it hard that Patch, Jack, and all the others who supported their missions were dead. To top it off, that scum money guy had been murdered in broad daylight on his way to the airport, along with his Marine guard, pissing off the Corps and effectively cutting off any answers they wanted from the low-life bastard.

With Corporal Shaw’s death protecting Leigh and the Marine ambush, they were deploying Marine Raiders to this search under their leader, Captain Sean Ross. They were ready to go in any clime, dealing with unstructured, ambiguous territory and situations. They would be a great addition to the team. As to who was going to lead the military leg of this operation in Patch’s absence, Hazard didn’t know.

There was a rumor they were sending another heavy-hitting leader to them. It was understandable the brass was out for blood. And Hazard now got why Leigh was so determined to see this through. She’d lost a boss, colleagues, and friends. She had a right to that determination, no matter how much he wished he could keep her out of harm's way. And there was something wrong with her. She was hiding something from him. He knew it in his gut, could feel it in the way she’d put him off after that nightmare that had brought him awake with her blood-curdling screams. It had taken seconds to rouse her, even as the horror that had shadowed her dreams lingered, keeping her trapped in her nightmare.

He was so fucked in more ways than he even thought. They hadn’t mixed well, like C4 and blast caps. Once they got together, they’d ignited an intense and fiery explosion of passion that had burned hotter than anything he ever could have imagined. In the aftermath, that passion smoldered in the ashes of their fire, ready to spark all over again.

He wanted to be practical and rational, there was so much more at stake than keeping her safe. There were already too many emotions on the line here, bonding them in ways he’d never felt with any other woman, and he should have kept his distance. Making love with Leigh had tipped the scales and there was no going back, at least, for him. There were most likely going to be two hearts broken here when reality intruded, and they had to go their separate ways.

Pulling the door closed to a sliver, he went to the bathroom and started the shower, leaving the bathroom door open so he could hear her if she needed him. He’d let her sleep until he got ready to go, then he’d get her up and moving.

He stepped beneath the spray and started to wash his hair. Before he could finish, soft hands glided up his slick back and slipped into his sudsy strands. She pressed her bare breasts against his back and whispered. “Lean back,” and he dropped his head and let her work the lather into his thick locks.

“Rinse,” she murmured, and he turned around, closing his eyes as her hands went to his chest, over his hardening nipples to his abs. He got rid of all the soap, then opened his eyes to find her stark naked, her eyes going over him inch by inch with a kind of lazy, intense roving that made his body hum. “Wow, you are so freaking beautiful, Archer,” she said, cupping his heavy balls into her palm, the velvet feel of her caress making his dick ache and pulse with surging blood. He was captivated, held in her thrall, unable to do anything but helplessly thrust his hips, and moan as her hand slipped around his dick and she jacked him with slow, tight flicks of her wrist. “So beautiful…a definite hazard, and slippery when wet,” she whispered as she looked up into his face, at the pleasure she was generating, and the way she watched him only hiked him higher. She leaned forward and laved the tip of his nipple with her tongue, then sucked him hard, running her thumb over the head of his cock, the suction meant to make him remember how her mouth had felt last night when she blew him, then she bit down hard on him, and he cried out.

His hands went to her, but she pushed them up and away. “Grip the shower head and don’t let go. I want you so much. I want to explore every inch of you.” She met his eyes, a sense of urgency and impatience building in her, hotter and more vital than anything he’d ever experienced. It made his head spin and his erection throb and pulse.

“Please, Hazard, let me have you. All of you.” In response to her words, his balls drew up hard and his cock jutted painfully toward his belly, aching with the need to be buried to the hilt inside her, to feel her convulse around him as he came.

He dropped his head down, the answer to the question clear in his aggressive, soul-searing kiss. “Take me, all of me. Everything,” he growled.

She made a low, desperate sound and twisted her head, her mouth suddenly hot and urgent against his jaw, small kisses peppered there, then trailed down his neck as her hands went into his hair, pulling at the short strands. She bit him, then licked him, taking time with his collarbone as he grasped the shower head and tightened his grip. Her mouth was ravenous as it moved lower to his chest, biting the thick muscles of his pectorals, molding her hands up and down his back, then over his backside. She grasped his buttocks and pulled his hips to hers, so that his erection nestled right at the crux of her thighs—right where she was slick, hot, and ready for him. She lifted her leg and twined it around his, aligning them even more intimately.

“Leigh,” he groaned as he loosened his hold.

“No,” she said. There was so much longing in her voice, the kind that could easily cut a man’s knees out from under him, give her anything she wanted. He curled his hands back around the shower head.

Her fingers wrapped around his erection. “Don’t thrust too hard,” she murmured. “Just the head. I want just your head. Show me that legendary control.”

He closed his eyes and groaned, not sure he had that kind of willpower.Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair, she thrust her hips toward him, the tip of his cock slipping against her velvet core. Her sex was full and engorged, and he parted the plump folds with a slick controlled slide, his body trembling with his need to thrust all the way inside. She cried out and arched her hips against him. “Yes,” she whispered, just like that. Oh, God, Archer, don’t stop.”

His controlled movements were nonetheless relentless, concentrating on doing as she asked with heat and possessive intent. “Archer…Hazard…oh, oh, yes,” she breathed, her mouth open on his skin, kissing his chest, licking his skin as if she would devour him.

She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in shock, then gave herself over to his erotic assault. Before long, he felt her thighs quiver, felt her legs buckle as her orgasm crested, heard her erotic moan as she tumbled headlong into that powerful rush of sensation rippling through her.

She was as determined to complete him with her mouth, and he fought against it because he wanted his cock deep inside her, but he knew he’d lost the fight as she protested and shrugged off his hands when he reached for her.

“Don’t,” she whispered, gasping for air as her beautiful breasts heaved. This was a study in torture, but he gave in. She ran her hands over his biceps, then pushed them up again, and he complied, aching and almost mindless with need.

Her hands were on him again, her fingers thrumming over his rippled abs as she played with them, her nails periodically clawing at the top of his groin, sending an instigating ache through his veins. His breathing was out of control, his chest heaving with the spiraling pleasure she inflicted on him.

When she dropped to her knees in front of him, his heart raced in anticipation, and desire tore through him. He needed her. “Leigh, I can’t.”

“You can,” she whispered. “I’m going to lick you, and taste you, and take you deep inside my mouth.” He groaned savagely as she leaned forward, setting her mouth on his abs, licking them, kissing them until she reached his jutting shaft. She clasped his hips, her thumbs riding along the heavy muscle just above his hip bones, making a soft, low sound of pleasure.

She grazed the head of his dick with her mouth. Need ripped through him, and it took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to push her against the side of the shower and take her hard, fast, and deep. She looked so incredibly sensual with her sleek, wet skin and ribbons of steam eddying around her.

She shivered and exhaled a breathy sound, curling her tongue around him, licking, barely using her teeth, laving much too slow and sweet until he was writhing wildly against her mouth, and at the first suctioning pull of her lips, and the wet heat of her mouth, he thrust as she took him deeper, adding enough suction and friction to rip a hoarse, helpless groan from him.

A bolt of pure, raw sensation rolled through him, as she quickened her tempo, increasing the fierce way she sucked him, making him mindless with the excruciating pleasure she was generating. His hands flexed on the shower head, his body tense, careful as he rode her mouth. He groaned at her tenacious grip on his shaft and the sluice of warm water, and her mouth created a slick, suctioning sensation that made him crazy-wild to come. She made another savage sound of pleasure, her fingers digging into his hard butt, dragging him into a fast rhythm that was going to bring him to orgasm, his breath coming hard and fast.

His back hit the wall, his knees almost buckling at the sharp, pulsing sensation wrapping him in mind-bending, searing heat until he was panting and moaning from the onslaught. There was now nothing slow and sweet about the way she rode that tantalizing mouth over him.

The white-hot sensation jolting through him was so intense, he could barely remember to breathe. With a ragged groan, his head fell back against the shower, his hands releasing to slip into her hair, gently grabbing a fistful of the damp strands as she took him. Over and over she drove him to the brink, only to ease back just enough to keep him right on the edge of what promised to be an explosive orgasm.

The coil of desire wound tighter, and tighter inside him, and before long there was no holding back the pulsing orgasm rising to the surface. He tried to issue a raspy warning, tried to pull free from her mouth, but instead of stopping, she merely moaned and slid his shaft all the way back inside.

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