Page 13 of Assassin's Prey
I kept right on coming.
“It’s the only pair of pajamas you have, isn’t it?”
Abby’s leg banged against the corner of the bed. Her fists tightened in the fabric of her top. “Yes.”
“Then I suggest you take them off.”
She fumbled around the side of the bed. “Levi, I can’t deal with this right now. With—”
“Me?” I chuckled, the sound low and angry. “I’m the bastard, right?” I moved closer. “Then this won’t be a surprise, will it?”
I reached out; my fingers gripped the neck of her tee. One good tug and the fabric ripped down the center.
“Levi!”
There was anger in the word, yes, but also need. My woman needed to escape as much as I did—the pain, the uncertainty, the loss and fear. I could give her this.
I jerked the destroyed shirt down her arms. Her breasts bounced as she backed up again—right into the nightstand behind her.
I reached for her pajama bottoms.
Curbing the urge to rip, I took the pants all the way to the floor, then stared up at Abby from my position at her feet. Her breasts rose and fell with every hard gulp of air she took, her stomach quivering beneath her palms. I could see the heavy thud of her pulse in the side of her neck, the spot where she was both most vulnerable and most sensitive. I needed my mouth there, my teeth. I needed this too, to take her hard and fast and drown us both in the moment, crowding out everything else.
“This won’t fix anything,” she said.
At least she wasn’t denying that it would happen. “It’ll fix enough.”
As I eased to my feet, her nipples went hard.
“This won’t be slow,” I warned her. But my fingers were, releasing the buttons on my shirt—one, two, three. Cool air hit my bare skin.
Abby’s gaze zeroed in on my chest, the deep blue and red swirls of ink along my pecs, her eyes almost glowing, they were so fierce. “Does it matter?”
“No.” All that mattered was taking her. Blanking her mind to anything but me.
Her breath shuddered as she drew it in. “Levi.”
My gut clenched at the desire dripping from my name. “Little bird.”
Goose bumps broke out across her skin. Her nipples tightened even more. When I went to work on the button of my jeans, she shifted restlessly.
“Get on the bed, little bird.”
She hesitated as I slid my zipper down. My cock was hard enough to extend above the waistband of my boxer briefs, and the minute she saw it, her tongue skated across her bottom lip. My erection thumped against my belly. “Now, Abby.”
Her eyes met mine, and the memories of the fire were gone. All that was on her mind was me. This. Us. When she turned to crawl onto the bed, triumph sparked in my veins.
Abby laid back, her ass on the edge, her wet hair spread across the sheets. Light played along the damp heat between her spread legs, making my mouth water.
“I want you on my tongue,” I told her, toeing off my shoes. I let my jeans and underwear drop, my knees following, and then my mouth was on her pussy. Sharp, tangy cream flowed into me as I speared inside her, ruthlessly pursuing every drop of pleasure I could give her. I devoured her taste, her cries, her climb to the peak. When my thumb pressed hard against her clit, she exploded around my invasion.
I’d promised her fast, and that’s what she was getting.
Her breath was still heavy as I shoved her up to the pillows. I didn’t kiss her, didn’t touch those beautiful breasts. No, I lined myself up and slammed inside her tight, wet heat, savoring the lingering spasms around my aching erection. Abby’s keening wail split the air. Her knees came up, gripping my hips, tilting her pelvis so I could get in even deeper. Balls-deep. My cock head bumped her cervix and kicked in reaction.
I was home.
I planted my fists on either side of her body and brought my mouth to her then—nipping, licking, sucking. Stomach, ribs, the undersides of her breasts. She moaned and squirmed beneath me, trying to get me to move. And I did…when my lips surrounded one rock-hard nipple and I sucked her in. Her back bowed off the bed, arching up to me, sliding her pussy down my cock. I bit down on her nipple as I rammed back inside.
