Page 88 of Stockman's Stormcloud

‘Do you want to stop?’ She grinned at the intensity of his eyes. She had her answer.

He moved with the grace and surety of a lion, like the one tattooed on his shoulder. Standing before him, she could only pant with wide eyes like prey, helpless to move, to flee.

Oh, she most certainly wanted this too.

He wrapped his hands in her hair again, running his teeth along her jawline before whispering seductively in her ear, ‘You can say no.’

‘No. I mean, yes.’ She swallowed hard. ‘Do you have any protection?’

‘I do.’

Of course he did. Dex would’ve planned this entire night out. It irked her how easily she’d been seduced.

‘Don’t be mad, Soph. I can leave.’

She gripped his arms. ‘Don’t you dare.’ Her lips crashed into his, to pour out all her frustrations, to push past her fears, to focus on this moment and on this most gloriously potent kiss.

Her palms skimmed over his strong shoulders, to run fingers through his hair, gripping him tight as if to possess him with her mouth, the same way he left her breathless and writhing against the wall.

And then, when he clamped his hands on her backsidewith a resoundingwhack, she gasped. His lips smiled against her mouth, but he didn’t stop kissing her as he carried her to the nearby bench, not the bed, where suddenly they were all groans and hands, exploring skin where clothes were removed at a feverishly fast pace.

‘Stop.’

It was enough to drag her out of her lustful haze, opening her eyes at the naked god who stood before her, reaching for his clothes.

‘Did you say stop?’ Her heart slammed into her throat. She couldn’t swallow. Was Dex leaving?

Twenty-eight

Where the hell were the condoms?Dex tapped around the clothes they’d thrown around the room, finding his jeans, and pulled the stash from his pockets, with plenty more in the truck if needed.

When he turned to face Sophie, dragging a towel off the chair.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Aren’t you leaving?’

‘Are you kidding me?’ He wasn’t going to stop, not now, showing her the foil packets in his hands. ‘Drop that.’

‘Drop what?’ She raised her little chin, that spark of defiance in her eyes. He liked it when they played games together.

‘Drop the towel.’

‘Make me.’

So he did. With one quick tug, he ripped it out of her hands and flung it over his shoulder, exposing her body. And she was beautiful. ‘You do know I fight for a living?’

Her eyes were filled with fiery lust. It made his stomach harden at how much she wanted him, and at how much he wanted to give her. ‘You belong to me now, Nurse Kitty.’

Her eyes flared at the words, but before she could complain, he pressed her back to the wall in that space between the small table and low cupboard bench, with his lips crushing hers. Cupping her beautiful face while the other hand slid around her back, he pulled her towards him, so close.

He trailed his lips along her ear and she melted into him, her soft yet firm body pressing against his. He whispered, ‘I’m going to take care of you, the way you took care of me, Nurse Kitty.’

Sophie moaned as he kissed her deeper. Harder. Like he wanted to punish her, so desperate for this woman wrecking him from the inside out.

His knuckles skimmed over the tops of her breasts, making her chest heave, and her nipples harden. It only made him want to see more of her reactions. So his eager fingers travelled lower over one breast’s magnificent swell, so soft in his hand. ‘I’m told you’re a good girl. Are you really a good girl?’ He wanted to see what was hidden underneath, what drove that passion.

She nodded, her breath erratic.

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