Page 149 of Dustwalker
Lara grinned up at him. “I’m not frustrated.” Tugging him closer and rising on her toes, she brushed her mouth over his and nipped at his lower lip. “I’m distracted.”
Ronin released a groan. He banded an arm around her and slipped the fingers of his other hand into her hair as he cradled the back of her head. “What is distracting you, Lara Brooks?”
Lara trailed slow, sensual kisses over his jaw and down his neck. “Thoughts of your hands on my skin.” She flicked her tongue over the dip at the base of his throat. “Caressing my breasts, toying with my nipples. Your fingers as they stroke my clit.”
She pressed her pelvis against him, and she didn’t miss the hard bulge against her stomach. An ache blossomed between her thighs. She was bare beneath her skirt; he could be inside her with no effort. “Your body, and how I want to run myhands all over it.”
Skimming a hand down his chest and abdomen, she wrapped her fingers around his erection through his pants, gripping it firmly, and whispered into his ear, “I miss feeling your cock inside me.”
He shuddered. Lara took pleasure in him being as affected by their lack of physical intimacy as she was.
“You’re still healing,” Ronin said huskily. He brushed his cheek over her hair and dropped his hands to her hips, forcing their bodies apart.
She clasped his arms before he could pull away. She wouldn’t let him use that excuse any longer. “I’m not made of glass, Ronin.”
Slowly, he slid his hands toward her rear. “I know…”
“Then why haven’t you touched me?”
“I have,” he replied. “Iam.”
Lara stepped closer. Ronin’s fingers flexed on her ass, squeezing it, and that ache in her core deepened into a fierce need.
Fuck, she wanted those handseverywhere. She wanted to feel himeverywhere. Upon her, inside her. She wiggled her pelvis against his cock. “Touch me some more.”
“Lara…”
Drawing back, she smiled and reached for the buttons of her shirt. “I want you to touch me.”
His gaze dipped, and he stared at her chest as the shirt parted, baring her breasts. Cool air brushed over the hard buds of her nipples. His grip on her ass tightened, and he drew her more firmly against his cock.
Lara cupped his jaw, and his eyes met hers. His pupils expanded, nearly overtaking the green of his irises, his entire focus solely on her.
“I want you to fuck me, Ronin. Make love to me. Like before.” Flattening her hands on his chest, she stood on her toes and leaned forward until her lips were a hair’s breadth away from his. “You won’t hurt me. I?—”
The distance between their bodies vanished as he claimed her mouth with his and grasped the backs of her thighs, lifting her against him. Heart pounding, she caught his face between her hands and wrapped her legs around his hips, her skirt bunching high at her waist. Cold concrete pressed to her back.
Ronin slanted his mouth over hers, and Lara opened to him, moaning as his tongue ruthlessly conquered her own. She kissed him back in desperation, driven by a burning need stronger than she’d ever experienced.
Too long. She’d gone too long without this, too long without him.
He ground his cock against her exposed pussy, and Lara gasped as pleasure unfurled from her core.
“Fuck,” she rasped against his mouth, arching into him, clutching at his hair. “I need you. I need you so fucking much.”
Ronin slapped a palm against the wall. “Put your arms around me.”
The moment she did, he pinned her to the wall, and one of his hands slipped between them, deftly unfastening the remaining buttons of her shirt and exposing her breasts fully. He cupped one, kneading it firmly, and rolled her nipple between forefinger and thumb. It was like a direct link to her clit, causing it to twitch as pleasure rushed through her.
“Ronin…” Lara moaned, tipping her head back, but she refused to let her eyelids fall shut, refused to look away from his dark, smoldering eyes.
Keeping an arm around his neck, she slid the other between their bodies and worked at opening his pants. It was difficult, and her fingers were clumsy, but the moment she drew down his zipper, his cock, hard, thick, and ready, sprang free. She grasped it and guided its blunt head to her wet center.
“Now, Ronin,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate.
He drove into her, filling her utterly. A gasp tore from her throat at the white-hot sensation that flashed through her. It burst over every part of her, making her skin tingle.
