Under Fire (Love Over Duty #1)(47)

She turned in his arms and buried herself into his shoulder, the move making him smile. Her arm slid around his waist, her hand pressed flat against his skin, holding him close. While deployed, you could jerk off to relieve the sexual urges and tension, but nothing could re-create the intimacy in moments like this. The simple quietness, the honesty of it, even if it was just for one night.

Six rolled onto his side and forced his eyes open. Louisa. The minx had snuck into his bed, and he couldn't figure out how she'd pulled it off without waking him. Given she was obviously there by her own choice, he pulled her closer, savoring the way her breasts pushed up against his chest, and slid his hand down her back, reaching for her skin underneath the nightshirt she'd slept in. Their legs tangled under the covers. The subtle smell of fresh lavender tickled his nose. He kissed her temple and felt himself harden at the direction of his thoughts.

Gently, he moved his lips down the side of her face because he wasn't ready to fully wake up or for the moment of sleepy tenderness to be over. The tips of her fingers ran along his spine, and it made him shiver in the best kind of way. She tucked her hand in the back of his briefs and gripped his ass, pulling him closer to her. His cock, delighted by the game they were playing, jumped in readiness. But this wasn't about chasing release. It was about something utterly irreplaceable.

Six slid his thigh between hers, and she moved her knee over his thigh. He ran his hand along her hip, around the curve of her ass, and along her thigh before making the return journey, this time skirting under her nightshirt. God, she had the smoothest skin.



       
         
       
        

Unable to resist, he kissed down her temple and along her jaw until he reached her lips. She gasped when he brushed them with his, then moaned when he pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were warm, and soft like the rest of her, and her hips began to move, a slow and steady rocking against his leg. Not needy. Not yet, at least. But a definite seeking of pressure he was more than ready to provide.

He ran his tongue along her lips, willing them to open, to let him inside so that he could savor her. As she did, she moaned, and when her tongue met his, he felt as though he'd died and gone to heaven. The movement of her hips sped up against him, and she gasped. Her fingers dug into him, holding him where she wanted him. It was the sexiest thing when a woman took instead of waiting to receive, although he was more than willing to accommodate both. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, pulling her higher up her chest so she could ride his cock. He didn't give a shit that underwear separated them. She obviously wanted pressure against her clit, and his dick wanted it too.

It felt so good, so right, and he groaned as she moved against him, loudly enough to rouse Louisa from her own sleepy sexual haze.

In a split second, so many thoughts collided. She looked so vulnerable, and delicious, and flushed and everything else he dreamed about, and so close to orgasm he needed to see it. Wanted it more than his next breath, the desire even greater than finding his own release. She was a millisecond from climbing off him in embarrassment, and it was all happening in slow motion. He could feel the moment her hands started to lift from his chest and the pressure between his cock and her clit started to ease.

"Don't go," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't leave me." Jesus Christ. He shouldn't beg. He should tell her to go. To keep some distance. But instead he put his hands on either side of her face, using his fingers to move her bangs to one side so he could see her. "Finish this," he said, pulling her lips down to his before she had a chance to argue, to disappear back inside her own head. Six slipped his fingers into her hair, gently bunching it in his hands. It was thick and soft.

Louisa pulled her lips from his. They were swollen and deep pink from their kisses, and he wanted them on him, around him, just about everywhere. He was sure she was going to pull away from him, but then she sighed, pressed her lips back against his, and lowered her body to his until the two of them lined up perfectly. She began to rock against him with the same kind of urgency he was feeling. She felt hot and damp through her underwear, and he wanted to remove whatever she was wearing on top. He grabbed the hem and pulled it up over her back, and Louisa lifted as he tugged it over her head. When she returned to lying on him again, he groaned. Skin on skin was the best feeling in the world, and he allowed his hands to travel all over her, up and down her back and then over her ass, which fit perfectly in his hands as he gripped her butt and pressed his cock against her.