Always a Warrior(59)

“I couldn’t stay away.”



As though stalking prey, he came after her and closed the door behind him. Caught in his burning gaze, Laurie gulped hard and stumbled. Her back hit the wall and she simply stared at him. He planted both hands on the wall by her shoulders and leaned into her, his mouth just a breath from hers.



Anticipation sparked a different kind of adrenaline into her overloaded system. He shifted position and pressed the length of his body against hers. That physical contact scorched her senses. She looked deep into his hungry eyes and lost herself in him.



“I told myself to stay away,” he growled and stared at her mouth. “I couldn’t. Where’s Stacy?”



“School.” It was a low husky murmur.



At the feral gleam in his eyes, her mouth went dry. She swiped her tongue over her lips.

He growled again, low and deep, then closed the distance and kissed her with drugging intensity.

His fingers interlaced with hers, he used his body to pin her to the wall. Need clawed into her gut, sharp and edgy.



Streaks of fire branded her skin as his mouth raced over her jaw and down her neck. His lips cruised. His tongue licked. His teeth nibbled. And her body burned.



Feverish, delirious, she groaned and squirmed, rubbing herself across the bulge in his trousers. His arousal inflamed her senses. He released her hands, grabbed her hips, and held her still against his aroused body. He lifted his mouth from her, rested his forehead against hers.

ALWAYS A WARRIOR Patricia Bruening

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“Keep that up and we won’t leave this spot,” he murmured huskily.



His warm breath drifted over her face, raising goose bumps on her sensitized skin. Lost in passion, lost in him, she grinned wickedly at him and rubbed her breasts on his chest. Her nipples tingled, pebbled, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. On tiptoes, she pressed her mouth to his and traced her tongue over his lips. Changing angles, he slanted his mouth over hers and took charge. Sharp claws of pleasure, intense and almost unbearable, dug into her heart as his tongue dug in and prowled her mouth at will.



Devouring her with hungry, mind-stealing kisses, he swept her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs. He found her bedroom unerringly, absently kicked the door shut behind him, and lowered her to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared greedily at him. He looked good enough to eat in great big, delicious bites. Anticipating the taste of him, she licked her lips and moaned softly as she reached for him.



With slightly unsteady fingers, she unfastened the holster belt, slipped it off, and laid the belt and gun on the nightstand. Her eyes steady on his, she deftly unbuttoned the uniform jacket as he stood over her. He shrugged it off, flung it over the back of a nearby chair. Laurie fumbled with his belt but the buckle defeated her. Grinning, an amused sparkle in his eyes, he unfastened the belt.



She grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pulled him down. He sprawled across the bed and reached for her. Eluding his seeking hands, Laurie bounced off the bed. Floating on her power to make him want her, she took in his puzzled expression and gave him a sultry smile.



Swaying gently to a pagan beat that existed only in her head, she raised her T-shirt inch by slow inch to the firm swell of her breasts. His eyes wide with surprise, he linked his hands under his head and watched her. Before sheer nervousness could stop her, she slipped first one arm then the other from the short sleeves of her shirt. Pure feminine triumph swelled at the dark hunger in his eyes. Holding the shirt over her breasts, she turned her back on him then dragged the shirt over her head.



His low ragged groan of impatient need sent a surge of power through her. She reveled in it. He wanted her. He needed her. She wanted to make him crazy with lust. Ignoring the rustle of movement and fabric behind her, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and, wriggling her hips seductively, slid her jeans and panties over her hips. She bent over, offering him a perfect view, and removed her clothes.



His sharp inhalation of air in the quiet room pleased her immensely. Completely naked, she turned and deliberately tortured him with her generous curves. His starving gaze raked over her and the wicked, teasing streak vanished. As her eyes roamed over his naked, fully aroused form, she only wanted to take and be taken—now!



He moved so fast she was stunned to find herself pinned beneath him on the bed. Barely leashed passion blazed in his dark eyes. Desire exploded anew in her whole system and she writhed restlessly under him. She wanted him. She would take him for whatever small time he spared her. She had no pride in this passionate onslaught.



With eager hands and mouths, they relearned all the erotic secrets they had shared just days earlier. Completely lost in a violent sea of sensation, she touched, wriggled, and stroked.