The Two and the Proud(8)
“Rowdy….” She pursed her lips, the heat scorching her insides climbing from slow boil to flaming sizzle. “Get your ass on this bed.”
He laughed. “You are very impatient for a Marine….”
“And even more so as a woman, but you have until three—” She didn’t have to finish the sentence because he crawled onto the bed and fused his mouth to hers, settling into the cradle of her legs, rubbing his cock against her sex. She dragged her hands out from under the pillow but he shackled her wrists with his hands.
Groaning, she gave a playful struggle and he laughed against her mouth. “Patience, very Special Agent Wakefield, or I’m going to come and then we’re back to square one.”
Catching his lower lip in her teeth, she rubbed her chest to his, the friction driving her nuts and his erection bumped her clit. She broke the kiss. “Rowdy….”
“Fuck it,” he groaned again, released her wrists, and drove into her.
Kim exhaled hard. He filled her, stretching her out in all the right places and seating so deep it melted her restlessness like sugar in the rain. She locked her ankles behind his hips. She didn’t want gentle, and based on the struggle in his face, he didn’t have it in him to give it to her anymore. He drove into her with hard, impatient strokes.
She welcomed the pounding, exulting at each exquisite glide of his cock against her inner walls. Her sex clenched around him, greedily holding on. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, a conqueror this time, mirroring every push of his lower body, driving her toward the blissful edge. With her hands free, she was finally able to let them roam over his body. She explored every ripple of muscle along his back, stroking them as they strained, and when she dug her nails into his ass, he swore and slammed into her harder.
The tension in her middle coiled tighter and tighter. She arched her hips, meeting every pounding thrust and her lungs burned. Oxygen became optional as she clung to him.
“Come,” he ordered, his voice low, and urgent. “I need you to come.”
Understanding that he struggled to hold off his own satisfaction while fulfilling hers burst the dam inside and she spiraled right over the edge. The climax struck her like a tidal wave, and she let out a cry, clinging to him. A second wave of pleasure burst over the first, and he tightened his arms, driving all the way to the hilt until a third wave robbed her of thought and he came with a shout. The tension rippled through him and down, and the waves eddied around her, drenching her in bliss. He collapsed slowly, and they clung to each other, slippery with sweat and sweet release.
He buried his face against her throat, and they panted for air.
“Better?” He asked when his breathing calmed, and she laughed.
Chapter Four
He pulled two bottles of cold water out of the mini fridge and trailed a caress along her bare leg with one when he sat back down on the bed.
Kim lifted her head and shot him a dry look. “Not nice.”
Looking at the length of her warm leg, superbly shaped muscle, and her very firm ass, he disagreed. “You said you were hot.”
Unabashed at her nudity, she rolled onto her side and snatched the bottle from his hand. He barely twisted the top off his when she pushed the ice cold bottle against his own ass.
“Damn, that’s cold.” He didn’t flinch, but only barely. Her laughter was reward enough. He tipped the bottle back and nearly drained it. His heart was finally beating a normal rhythm and he didn’t have to pant for air. Yet, every time he glanced at her, his cock stirred again—making its intentions known. It would recover as soon as it was able.
“Thank you.”
The odd sentiment turned him around, and he twisted to meet her gaze. “For what?”
“For not opening it.” She twisted the cap off. “Sounds stupid, but guys do it all the time. It’s sweet and thoughtful—and you are both of those things—but you still let me open my own bottle.”
Stretching out next to her, he flung an arm behind his head and used it for a pillow. “I would have opened it, but you grabbed it out of my hand.” He could have accepted the compliment, but why bother with false platitudes? Kim fascinated him, the layers of vulnerability hidden safely behind impenetrable body armor.
She took a drink, as thirsty as he was from the way her throat convulsed with each swallow. “It’s a bitch sometimes, being female.”
Yeah, he wasn’t going to walk into a landmine-laden field without a map and a guide—in fact, why not just go right around it? “I can’t imagine it’s any easier being an agent.”
“You’d be surprised.” She rolled over and leaned against the pillows. Her head was higher than his, but he liked the angle. He liked to see her face when she spoke. He’d ripped away some of the veil she kept over her expressions, and she stared into the distance.