Page 37 of Resisting His Target
There was danger outside these doors, but there was danger inside them, too—in the thin slice of heated air that shifted between their bodies.
“Jesus,” he ground out, cursing under his breath as he hauled her up for his kisses. “I need to see you.” He stepped back, his sculpted chest rising and falling fast as he feasted on her with his eyes, and she lifted her shirt over her head. She wore a nude lace bra that plunged down between her breasts, his stare taking in the swell of flesh on display. “Show me.”
With nervous fingers, she caught one strap and tugged it down to her elbow, the cup still hugging her breast, then did the same with the next before pulling the cups down with both hands. He inhaled sharply. Her nipples were hard and desperate for his touch, her need for this man increasing with every second he made her wait.
He held out his hands to her, walking backwards to the bed and sitting on its edge. His fingers traced from her jawline to the swell of her breast, leaving a glorious tingle in their wake. He leaned forward, kissing her nipple before taking her in his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue making her moan, then took more of the sensitive flesh in his mouth and suckled her rhythmically. Her hips bucked and she gasped, the sensation more intense than any she’d ever felt from her breasts, and she thought she could climax from this feeling alone.
Was that even possible? Her hands moved to the back of his head, grazing the rough texture of his hair and holding him to her, noises she associated with orgasm coming from deep in her throat. Her knees were wobbly. “Ian,” she whispered, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or never leave.
His hand came up to her other breast, squeezing her flesh to the same rhythm as his mouth. She arched her back as sensation swept over her in a dizzying wave. Her eyes closed, pinpoints of light gathering in the darkness.
He released her, his fingers fumbling with the button on her shorts before sliding them down to the floor. He kissed her belly, one hand moving into her curls and reaching the slick wetness between her folds. She cried out, the sensations overwhelming. “I need to lie down.”
He pulled her to him, spinning their bodies around, her rump landing on the bed with a bounce. The fiery need on his face as he climbed over her was animalistic, making her wonder if she was lover or prey, knowing only she was about to be consumed either way.
Her legs spread for him of their own volition, wanting him inside her, and she whimpered when he turned his attention to the other breast instead. But this time she knew what to expect, the intensity of the sensations picking up right where they left off, her body eager for his finger as he made his way inside her. The combination was her undoing, the orgasm ripping through her, hard and strong.
The touch of his thumb on her clitoris was gasoline on the flames, sending her over the top as she cried out. Her hearing dimmed, the intensity of the orgasm overloading her sensory circuitry, and still she wanted more. She reached for him, finding the waistband of his jeans and fumbling with the zipper. She pushed his jeans to the side, his hard cock tenting his black briefs and growing larger every second.
She lifted the waistband over his erection and moaned at the sight of him wanting her. She needed to touch him, needed to taste—and this was only the beginning.
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Razorback might have laughed at her expression if he hadn’t been so aroused, those expressive eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, his cock having been pressed against the fly of the jeans she’d just removed, but clearly she was happy with what she saw.
She took his shaft in her hand and he groaned, desperate for her touch but knowing he was too far gone for any real foreplay. Just watching her shatter beneath his mouth and hands had nearly driven him mad, his need to be inside her forsaking anything else.
She ran her thumb around the tip of his cock, the bulbous glans straining for her affection and pulsing with the beat of his heart. With closed lips, she pressed kisses along his length, tormenting him with the possibility of more. “Tell me you have a condom,” she whispered against his aching skin, her breath hot.
He’d tucked the box into the back pocket of his jeans, and he reached for it now, sitting up as he sheathed himself. She came to him, straddling his lap and kissing him on the mouth, positioning him at the entrance to her body.
He exhaled on a moan as she lowered herself onto him, her tight channel squeezing his girth. She cursed under her breath. She was so wet for him, so eager for his body, her need an extension of his own. He wrapped his arms around her as she pumped herself on his shaft, kisses mingling with touch, body heat mixing with the potent smell of sex.
It was clear she was enjoying it, unashamedly making love to him with a fervor he could watch all day. He squeezed her breasts as his hips met hers, unable to remain still any longer. His hands moved to her back, her skin slick with sweat, and white copies of his fingers appeared on her breasts where he’d squeezed them.
He growled, licking the marred skin and taking her nipple deep into his mouth once more. Her walls clenched tightly around him and she all but stopped moving, her moaning now more like cries when he filled her. He flipped her over, thrusting hard against the fisted muscles of her orgasm and pushing himself over the edge right with her.
He came hard, wave after wave of intense pleasure flooding his brain and draining his body. He collapsed, aware of the limbs that held him close, her arms and legs locked around his torso just as the swollen walls of her sex were locked tightly around his cock.
They were knotted together, two people holding on as best they could in the darkness, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Ian was truly happy.
His eyes popped open.
Jesus Christ, am I in trouble.
Big fucking trouble, not just a little bit.
He rolled off her and she moved with him, her body draping over his like a blanket. And he wanted her there. Wanted her against him tonight and tomorrow morning and the day after that. Still, he untangled himself and went to the bathroom, closing the door and resting his head against the wood.
The condom slipped slightly and he reached down, throwing it away and cleaning himself with a tissue. If only the rest of this mess were so easy to clean up. He considered calling Cowboy, having the other man take Jackie over the mountain instead of him. Or Booger could do it. Hell, anybody else would be good, as long as Razorback got the fuck out of Dodge.
But I don’t want to get out of Dodge.
Fuck. He wasn’t going to ask someone else to take Jackie over the mountain, and he wasn’t going to leave her side until the last possible moment he could. This was bound to explode in his goddamn face. There was no other way it could go.
He moved to the sink and splashed water on his face. What had he done? He remembered how he’d stood in the checkout line buying condoms and wine when it hit him. He was out of his goddamn mind. He’d known he was doing the right thing when he rented the second room, knew it was the only possible way this could end well for either of them. But one look at her, hair wet and dripping from the shower, the clean scent of her skin, made him doubt his reasoning.
Then she’d pushed him with her hands and touched him with her words.I wanted you to have sex with me. To make me feel like a woman. To be with me, goddamn it.
