Gunn(Bayou Springs Alien Mail Order Brides #2)(12)

 

"God, Kennedy," he said against my lips as he pushed my shirt up, trailing his fingers over my too-sensitive flesh. "I'm a starving man."

 

I smiled and tugged the shirt over my head.

 

"Jesus," he said, staring down at my breasts spilling out of my red lace bra.

 

After divesting him of his shirt, I traced the edges of the tribal tattoo on his left shoulder, noting he'd added to the design since I'd last seen him. I wanted to ask what the new markings meant, but all thoughts left my head when his hand cupped my left breast and his tongue darted over the right. I let out a small moan of pleasure and arched into him, silently begging for more.

 

"How is it possible that you're even more gorgeous than I remembered?" he asked, deftly unfastening my bra with only two fingers. My breasts spilled out, my nipples already taut and aching.

 

"Faulty memory," I said, tilting my head to the side as his tongue trailed down my neck.

 

"Definitely not. I remember every tiny little detail." Then he proved himself by biting down on my shoulder and pinching my nipple at the same time, a combined move that never failed to send lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

 

"Fuck me," I whispered to myself, already panting for more.

 

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I plan on it." He twisted me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. Then with one arm locked over my chest and the other around my waist he said, "Many, many times before the night is over."

 

"Is that a promise or a threat?" I asked, so turned on, my body had started to tremble.

 

"Both," he said against my neck as he slowly laved and nipped his way down to my shoulder.

 

This was what I'd always known I needed. What I'd craved since the day Gunn had first touched me. And I knew in my very soul that I was ready to surrender to his touch. I let my head fall back against his shoulder and closed my eyes, anticipation nearly making my knees buckle.

 

"Tell me you want me," he ordered, moving his hand down my belly, stopping just above the snap of my jeans.

 

I nodded and whispered, "Yes. I want you."

 

"How?"

 

"I want you inside me, Gunn," I said, my words breathy, my body on fire.  

 

He worked my jeans open and plunged his hand inside my lace underwear, his fingers making me gasp loudly as he found my center. "Like this, sweetheart?"

 

My hips jerked in answer. And just like that I had a vision of him bending me over the table and forcefully taking me from behind. My heart sped up and everything ached. "More, please, Gunn," I begged.

 

"Not like this," he said gruffly. Then before I could process what he'd said, he let me go and yanked my pants down, my underwear instantly following. The sound of his zipper rang in my ears. "Tell me what you really want, Kennedy."

 

"You." My voice trembled with raw desire.

 

"I know, baby. But how?"

 

"I want you inside of me. Now."

 

It was all he needed. In the next second, he clasped my hands in his, and bent me forward until I was pressed face down on the large desk just to the right of the sitting area. He stretched my arms over my head and leaned over me, the tip of his cock teasing my opening. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

 

"God, yes," I whimpered.

 

"You need me to take you, to ravage you. To fill you up and ruin you for anyone else. Isn't that right, Kennedy?"

 

A shiver of desire rocked me at his unguarded words, and I pressed my hips back, trying to urge him on. When he didn't respond, I growled a protest.

 

"Tell me what I need to hear, love," he said.

 

Half out of my mind with pure lust, I blurted the words out. "Now, Gunn. Take me. Hard."

 

"That's right, Kennedy," he said, his tone full of satisfaction. "You're mine." Then he thrust, long and hard, filling me completely.

 

I let out a gasp of pleasure and pain, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I felt his desire to pound into to me, to ravage me, and his strained tension as he held back, waiting for me to adjust to his intrusion. He was completely wild on the inside, barely containing himself, the intensity of his need for me heightening by the second as we fed off each other's desires.

 

And then I rocked against him, creating the friction we both craved.

 

"Yes," he hissed in my ear, his hands moving from my wrists to once again hold my hips. Holding me still, he moved inside me, slowly and deliberately as he kissed, sucked, and bit my neck and shoulder.

 

Everything ached. It wasn't enough. I needed him deeper, harder, faster.