I'll Be Slaying You(32)

“No.”

She blinked.

“We’ll stop him.” A vow. Then he kissed her.

Just what she’d been wanting.

Dee rose onto her toes, locked her arms around him, and held on tight.

So she sucked with emotions and nice words, but getting physical was definitely her strong suit.

His tongue thrust into her mouth and she moaned, loving that strong glide. His lips were firm, hard, just what she wanted, and her nipples tightened as need burned through her.

The aches, the pains, the fears—all faded away.

Lust. Hunger. Need—all that remained.

His hands slid down her back, curled over her ass, and jerked her up high against him.

No mistaking the swollen ridge of his cock.

Good, I’m not alone in this.

His mouth tore from hers. “Not stopping this time.”

“You’d better not.”

His lips pressed against her throat. Oh, Christ. Her sex creamed. Yeah, her panties were about to get really wet. Good thing she wouldn’t be wearing them much longer. “Bed,” she gasped. Not real big, but it would do. “Next…room.”

He’d had her naked, but she hadn’t seen him. Not yet.

Soon.

Flesh on flesh. Pleasure fighting the darkness. That was what she wanted.

Because the darkness always followed her, even in the daylight.

They fumbled their way to the bed. Kissing. Stroking. Hands sliding over flesh and making the lust spike.

Not stopping. Not!

He hit the button for the lights. No windows in this room. You had to have the lights to see.

She definitely wanted to see everything.

Dee shoved him onto the mattress and laughed when his eyes widened.

Then she stripped. Nothing fancy, because she wasn’t the strip tease type. Her borrowed shirt hit the floor. No bra. Not like she really needed one.

She kicked off her shoes. Pushed down her jeans—

“Damn, Dee.” He licked his lips. “I could eat you.”

No, this was her turn. Her panties fell to the floor.

His nostrils widened, just a bit.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she told him.

He jerked off his shirt.

“Nice start.” Her gaze darted to his jeans. “But I’d like to see more.”

He held out his hand. She so didn’t need a second invitation. Dee climbed onto the bed. Onto him. Straddled him. Her fingers trailed down his chest. Tight, strong muscles. A few scars, faint white lines of raised flesh.

Dee hesitated at the sight, all too aware of the marks on her own body. She wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. Especially not after that last tangle with the wolf.

But to her, Simon was perfect. The marks just meant he was a fighter. A survivor.

Like me.

As she stared at that expanse of muscled flesh, Dee realized she’d never seen a man look so good or feel so right. She bent and licked one taut brown nipple.

His breath hissed out.

He liked that. Good. She used her teeth on him. A little nip. Nothing too hard, she didn’t want to—

Bite.

The whisper, almost a command, slipped through her mind and Dee jerked back.

Simon stared at her, eyes so intense. She shook her head.

His fingers rose, cradled her breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”

Lust could make men so blind.

Dee managed to unsnap his jeans. Being careful, though, because she didn’t want to jar the bandage she’d placed on his—

“Don’t go easy with me, babe.” He pushed up. “Trust me, I can take anything you’ve got.”

They’d see about that. His zipper came down with a hiss. No underwear. Her kind of man.

His cock was long and thick, bulging up toward her. The tip was dark, round, and smooth to the touch. She eased back, sliding her bare legs down his jean-clad thighs.

“Dee—”

Her turn.

Her mouth closed over his cock. Her tongue licked the broad head, tasted the saltiness of his flesh.

“Fuck me.”

She would. Eventually.

Dee took his length into her mouth. Looked up at him and saw his narrowed eyes, his clenched jaw, and the naked need on his face.

Just the way she wanted him.

Her tongue and lips teased. Took. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked his length.

She liked his taste. Liked the feel of his flesh and the jerks of his breath and—

His hand curled under her chin. “Can’t…not much longer…”

One more lick, to prove that she’d do what she wanted. Then, one more because what she wanted was him.

“Dee!”

A caress with her lips, then she freed his flesh. But she still tasted him on her tongue. “Why should you get all the fun?”

In a flash, he flew forward, and Dee found herself flat on her back, near the edge of the bed. His mouth was on her breast. Sucking, licking, tasting, and taking.

Okay, so this was…damn…fun.