Page 55 of Lethal Alliance

I’m achingly hard, and reveling in it.

“Roman,” she gasps, arching toward me, the thin material of her sundress and my suit pants doing nothing to mask the heat of her against my cock. “That feels so good.”

I grunt in answer, rolling one of her nipples between my finger and thumb, devouring the other. I’m obsessed with the sight of her arched naked on the hood, glowing and golden like some kind of ancient goddess. I love this, the way her body comes immediately to life, racing toward orgasm the moment my hands are on her. It’s a heady rush, more powerful than any high-speed engine could ever be. My dick is rock-hard and desperate for release, but despite the fact that we’re bared to the sight of anyone who might come around the corner, and the fact that an entire team is waiting for us at the lab, I don’t want to rush.

I press her breasts close together and bend my head to them as her soft, panting moans become louder, music to my ears.

“Oh.” Her head goes back. “Oh, Roman. Don’t stop. Don’t stop...”

I lift my head just before she tips over the edge, capturing her mouth, my hands in her hair. Her breasts are completely bared, the sundress bunched around her waist but still covering her thighs. I stand slightly back from her and she gasps, her eyes flying open.

“Look at me,” I growl.

Her molten eyes stare into mine, her lips swollen and parted from my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, I inch the sundress up her legs, my thumbs inching closer to the heat at her center. A slight breeze stirs her hair, brushing tendrils over my face. She quivers as I massage her inner thighs with my thumbs, spreading her legs wide for me.

“I think you need this as much as I do.”

Her sharp intake of breath as I speak travels straight through me. I edge my hands up her thighs, feeling the tension in them. I pull my shirt off, and she gasps at the contact as her nipples, swollen and wet from my mouth, come up against my naked chest. Her cry makes my cock leap.

“Did you think about my hands on you when we were apart?” My hands clench around her thighs, just hard enough to make her gasp.

She nods.

“Say it.”

“I thought—oh—I thought about your hands on me.”

“Nobody else but me will ever touch you like this. Say it.” I circle my thumbs on her upper thighs, one maddening inch away from a pair of rose-colored silk panties that are dark with her arousal.

“Nobody else will ever—ah—touch me like this.” She gasps the words, quivering in anticipation.

I touch her lower lip with my tongue, and she makes a soft, breathy noise that makes my cock jerk in anticipation. I hook my fingers through her underwear and pull them off, pushing her sundress up to join the top half at her waist, spreading her legs wide so she’s exposed completely, not taking my eyes from hers.

“You know what I thought about? What I couldn’t stop thinking about?”

She shakes her head slowly, her eyes on mine as dark as if she’s drugged, wet lips parted, breath hitching in her throat.

“I thought about how you moan when I touch you here.” I draw one finger down the crease between thigh and heat, and she quivers, then goes utterly still, her eyes locked on mine. “How delicious it is to feel you swell under my hand.” My thumbs gently manipulate her folds, rolling the swelling bud beneath them, and she moans. I put my mouth close to her ear. “How fucking hot it feels when I finally touch you.”

My thumb slides over her clit, and she grips my shoulders, her cry cutting the air.

“Christ, Darya.” She’s slick and needy, her clit a throbbing pulse under my thumb as I slip a finger inside her. I let her rock on it with increasing urgency, her hands clutching my shoulders.

“Most of all,” I growl, finally releasing my cock, “I thought about being inside you.”

The glazed light in her eyes as she looks down between us sends me into overdrive. She wraps her hand around my throbbing shaft, and I leap at her touch. I slip another finger inside her, groaning at the wet heat of the ribbed walls inside. I dip my head to her breasts again, and she bucks wildly against me, her hand curled around my cock, stroking me with increasing urgency. Her lips touch the shell of my ear.

“I don’t want to wait,” she whispers, and I throb fiercely in her hand. “I want your cock, Roman. I need you inside me.”

My hands slip under her ass, cupping and spreading her so she’s laid out before me in a swollen, glistening feast. I stare at her slick folds, my mouth watering. “I have to eat you,” I say roughly.

“No—I’ll come—”

“I don’t give a fuck.” I lower my face to her, and she screams at the first long stroke of my tongue, her heels scrabbling for purchase, hands in my hair as she thrusts herself into my mouth. I leave my fingers inside the hot tunnel, covering her clit with my mouth. I bathe her with my tongue, groaning at the sweet taste, working her impossibly swollen core until she’s bucking against me.

“Roman!”

Her orgasm hits with savage immediacy. She clenches around my fingers, pulsing into my mouth, and I ride the long, intense waves with her, my cock so fucking hard it’s painful. When I lift my head her eyes are closed, her body still rippling around my hand. Spread and wet on the black surface, she’s never looked fucking hotter.

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