Page 18 of D-Day

His growl was her only warning as he captured her mouth with his. Her lips parted as she sucked in a quick, moaning breath, and he shoved his fingers into her hair and held her head in his hands, keeping her right where he needed her as he ravaged her lips, a demanding, open-mouthed, and desperate kiss.

Fire pooled in his belly and lower, his anger mingling with an undeniable need to possess her in every way imaginable. She didn’t resist him as he continued to consume her the same way he wanted to ravish her body, with his mouth, teeth, and tongue, and the craving for her grew out of his control, six months of ravenous heat and hunger coalescing into this moment.

His face contorting from the surge of desire, he caught her around the hips, welding her roughly against him. He needed this…for so long…for a lifetime—the heat of her, the weight of her. Her. He needed her.

Helen made another low sound, then she inhaled raggedly and pulled herself up against his hard-as-granite dick. It had grown as he’d driven over here, fueled by anger and memories of how they were together, how she met and matched his desire. It strained against the placket of his jeans and zipper with a throbbing, aching need. He grasped her behind the knee,dragging her leg around his hip. With one twisting motion, his hard heat was flush against her naked core. Grasping her buttocks, the silk of her robe slippery in his hands, he thrust against her again and again, a low groan wrenched from him as she moved with him, riding him, riding the hard thick ridge jammed against her.

But that wasn’t enough. D-Day nearly went ballistic, certain he would explode if he didn’t get inside her.

She shuddered and moaned, her voice breaking on a low sob of relief. “Drew. Oh God. Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.” She moved against him again, and D-Day tightened his hold even more, unable to stop as he involuntarily responded. Body to body, heat to heat, and as always, there was no turning back.

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Makingincoherent sounds against his mouth, Helen twisted free, and pain coursed through D-Day when he felt her hands work the snap, then the zipper on his pants. The pain of knowing that the unspoken vow not to mess with a teammate’s sister was going to be broken…again.

There was no going back, not with Helen. The instant she touched his hard, throbbing flesh, he was desperate to rid them both their barrier of clothes. He groaned out her name and grasped the fabric of the robe and pulled. The belt released and it flowed open, revealing generous breasts tipped with tight, puckered nipples. At that moment, she pushed his jeans off him, her hand going back to his dick, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe…he was suspended as she stroked him, his hips instinctively thrusting in tandem. His cock thickened, and his breath hissed out on a violent shudder as his body clenched in excruciating pleasure. He dropped his head forward, groaning, jerked her hand away, and hauled her up against him, then backed her to the door. Wedging his arm between her and the roughened wood, he clenched his eyes shut and thrust into her, unable to hold back one second longer. The feel of her, tightand wet, closing around him drove the air right out of him, the sensation so intense he couldn’t move.

Helen sobbed out his name and locked her legs around him, her movements urging him on, and D-Day crushed her against him, white-hot desire rolling over him. Angling his arm across her back, he drove into her again and again, pressure building and building. A low guttural sound was torn from him, and his release came in a blinding rush that went on and on, so powerful he felt as if he were being turned inside out. He couldn’t stop it as it crashed like a wave over him, taking him under.

His heart hammering, his breathing so labored he felt almost dizzy, he weakly rested his head against hers, his whole body quivering. He felt as if he had been wrenched into two, quite aware that she hadn’t orgasmed. It had been too quick, and he swore softly to himself, but he had been beyond any coherent thought there at the end. He didn’t know how long he stood there, with her trembling in his arms, not an ounce of strength left in him.

It wasn’t until he shifted his hold and tucked his face against hers that he realized her cheek was wet with tears. Hauling in an unstable breath, he turned his head and kissed her on the neck, a feeling of overwhelming protectiveness rising in his chest. There was no way he could let her go. Maybe never. She was embedded in his heart and there was no way to ever envision himself free. He waited a moment for the knot of emotion to ease, then he smoothed his hand up her back. “Can you hang on to me for a minute?” he whispered thickly.

She nodded once and tightened her arms and legs around him. D-Day pivoted with her clinging to him. Sharply aware of her breasts pressed against his bare chest, he tightened his hold as he went to the bed. Flexing his stomach, back, and thigh muscles, he sat down, then stretched out on his back with her.

With her straddling him, he drew her head down into the curve of his neck and released an unsteady sigh. She tightened her hold on him, then settled her weight fully on top of him, shuddering as she took him deeper inside her. He groaned, amazed at this woman’s ability to turn him inside out with wanting, even after he’d just had an incredibly explosive orgasm.

Hit with a rush of emotion, D-Day nestled her tighter against him and closed his eyes, slipping his hand up and down her back. Needing the feel of her beneath his palms, he caressed her down the length of her spine as he kissed her on the neck. She shivered and melted around him, and his heart rolled over. He’d never forget the first time she’d done that. One of the thousand things he remembered about her.

Struggling with a thickness deep in his chest, feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge crowding in on him. Sliding his hand higher, he rubbed the back of her neck, and he felt her swallow, then swallow again, and he realized she was struggling with some very raw emotions as well. His own throat closed up a little. Despite what had gone before, he didn’t want her thinking this was meaningless sex.

Feeling more and more raw, he cupped his hand along her jaw, then applied pressure with his thumb to get her to lift her head. Inhaling unevenly, he covered her mouth with a soft, searching kiss, trying to give her comfort. She kissed him back, softly, silently, reverently. Every moment of which quenched his thirst for her in a way that the fiercest, rocking orgasm couldn’t.

She moved her head a fraction, and he captured her face between his palms. Her expression was as serious as he’d ever seen it, her gaze locked on to his so intently it was as physical a connection as the kisses they’d shared. There was a stunned silence between them, the power and essence of which he saw reflected in her gaze as well.

It was both a relief to know he wasn’t alone in reeling from the magnitude of what he’d felt had happened…what continued to happen between them, even if he couldn’t define it, and a threat to what little sense he could hold on to. He had no idea what was going to happen, what meaning she would draw from this, or what actions it might motivate him to take. The breadth and depth of which both alarmed and thrilled him.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered as she slid off his body and his softening dick. She disappeared into the bathroom, and he heard water running. He stared at the ceiling. His gut knotted. He didn’t want to acknowledge that coming here had been risky, fucking reckless…a mistake. No matter how unbelievable it had been with her, he was putting them both in danger…him professionally, her personally.

Then everything scattered as she emerged from the bathroom, every muscle in his body grew taut with immediate awareness. She looked like a freaking goddess. Her hair was mussed, and just tickling the tops of her rounded breasts, full and firm and crowned with soft pink aureoles. Her ribs were visible in the bright light, the tantalizing curve of her body tapering down to her small waist, then flaring at the hips, the thatch of hair at her groin just as blonde and silky as her hair. His chest tightened, everything male in him responding to her. He wanted her all over again, but this time, he would make it so damn good for her. Nothing about Helen could ever be a mistake.

She took him in the same way he was staring at her. Her eyes caressed him from his face down the length of him, looking both sucker-punched and concerned at the same time. He shifted, then reached out his hand, unable to wait for her any longer. “Come here, darlin’. Now.”

She came to him swiftly then, straddling him again, her hand going to his chest. Her nails raked over his taut nipples, thesimultaneous arousing scratch and softness of her palms sliding over his pectorals, ribs, and every ridge of his thick, muscled abs, drew him to her like she was wielding potent magic. He reveled in each sensation.

His breath released in a rush, an electrifying wave of need radiating through his lower body. She clawed him again on his lower stomach, just at the edge of where his dick was nestled against her wet core, and he tightened his hold on her, feeling himself growing hard.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Drew,” she said, her panting breaths telling him all about her need for him. “So, addictive. I want you all over again.” She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her lower body grinding against his.

“Not so fast…this time,” he said, rolling his body so that she was trapped beneath him. “Let me show you how much Imissedyou, Helen.” Kissing her, he let himself sink into her, consuming her. He brushed the tips of his fingers between her legs, then skimmed lower, sliding one long finger against the hot, slick core of her, then he thrust gently up into her. She gasped, moaning so beautifully for him. She was so sweet and wicked. He could barely stop himself from sliding into her, but he was determined to give her the kind of pleasure she gave him, on so many levels, even when he was fighting with her.

He cupped her breast, scraping his thumb across her stiff nipple, and she arched her back as he thrust his fingers into her again, his thumb now on the sweetest part of her, swirling with deliberate purpose. Her bare breasts jutted forward, those taut, blush nipples so ripe and sweet looking. He licked one nipple, then the other, a wet, velvet swipe of his tongue over each sensitive peak, designed to torment and tease. Each stroke made her tremble and moan. The gentle scrape of his teeth worked to bring her to the ultimate release, his mouth dealing both sweetbliss and exquisite pain. Soon. When he finally sucked her deep into his mouth, her entire body shuddered, and she cried out.

Her response tore a groan out of him, too, and his mouth came back to hers in a desperate, needy kiss that made his mind spin. The deep, assertive stroke of his tongue mimicked the way his fingers drove into her. Threading her fingers in his hair, she tightened until the grip was almost painful. He broke the kiss, needing more intimate contact with her, his mouth trailing a searing path from her neck back to her tight, puckered nipples, then kissed and nuzzled his way down, sliding his hard frame over her. Pushing her legs further apart, widening her until she was fully open to him, he groaned as he buried his face against her stomach and pressed her belly with soft, damp kisses.

Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples still hard from his mouth. “Drew,” she whispered. “Oh, God.”

He stroked her slower, deeper, heightening the tension building within her. Unable to wait another moment, he opened his mouth between her legs, putting his tongue on her with a fierce need enveloping him. She gasped and he licked her gently and slowly. A tremor went through her body, and desire slid down the length of his spine and settled deep into his balls.

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