Under Fire (Love Over Duty #1)(56)

The view of her riding him was something else. He placed his thumb to her clit and rubbed as she raised herself to her knees and sat down hard on him. He could tell when the movements began to change from sexual enjoyment to pure desperation. Louisa's rhythm became jerky. Her hips rolled forward as she lowered on him, making sure her clit was getting the pressure she needed, and his abs tightened in response. There was nothing hotter than a woman getting off on his cock, but somehow, knowing it was Louisa had him harder than granite.

Telltale shivers began down his spine. She was going to ride him until he came deep inside her, but he needed to take control. He flipped them again so that she ended up beneath him.

"Wrap your legs around me, Lou," he instructed and groaned as she did, sending him deeper and deeper into her. His pace increased, slamming into her. He wanted to ask if it was too hard. He wanted to ask if she felt the honesty of it. But his breath was stuck in his lungs and showed no sign of being released anytime soon. 

"Six," she gasped. "I'm so close. I can't  …  I don't … "

He pressed his lips to hers in a soft wet kiss that attempted to tell her just where his feelings were and just how close to coming inside her he was. But all he could do was take. Take everything she was offering as she grabbed his ass, digging her fingertips in hard. As she gasped against his lips. As he breathed in her air. As she began to shake against him and tighten around his cock.

"Oh my God. Yes, Six. Please," she cried as she threw her head back against the pillow.

The sight and feel of her coming was his undoing. His own orgasm began to rip through him as she pressed against him, burying her head into his shoulder. Unable to help himself, he pulled her close as he braced his knees and pounded into her, finally giving in to his own release.

* * *

For the second morning running, Six woke up with Louisa wrapped up in his arms, and for the second morning in a row, he savored the way she felt there. Only this time, the immediate awareness of who it was made it feel even better. Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn't some temporary distraction. He mentally shook his head. She most definitely wasn't that.

There had been no nightmares. Just a wonderful night of sex and sleep.

Her skin was soft and warm under his fingertips, but he remembered how goose bumps had formed as he'd kissed his way along her ribs. Those curves currently pressed up against him tighter than his neoprene diving suit, snug in all the right places, had moved poetically against him. He ran his hand up and down her spine and wondered how she'd react if he grabbed an ice cube and ran it down the arch of her back. Gently, Six trailed his hand over the curve of her ass.

Reluctantly, Six opened his eyes and looked toward the window. The sight of all the crap on his bedside table made him smile. Louisa was a post-sex munchies kind of girl, and for a woman who ate all clean and healthy, she'd devoured brownies after their first round and a large bag of barbecue-flavored chips after their second. It was a blessing that she'd fallen asleep before a third round because he was all out of snacks.

God, the look on her face when she'd come apart was something else. His cock tightened at the memory, eager for a repeat performance. Sex had always been the go-to way to relieve stress, but something about sex with Louisa had relaxed muscles he hadn't even realized were tight. He felt loose and limber and ready to take on the world.

The sound of a vehicle pulling onto the driveway crushed the idea of taking his thoughts and hard-on any further, reminding him that she was in trouble and needed a lot more than just his cock to be okay. She needed his protection and his company. She needed his control and for him to take his responsibility seriously. His partners were going to be pissed. Part of him wanted the chance to talk to Lou before they got here to decide how they were going to play it. For a moment he considered asking her to lie, to hide who they were together and what they were getting into. But lies and secrets didn't seem like the best way to start a new relationship. She wasn't something he was ashamed of. Yet confessing his feelings about something so new and demonstrating his abject lack of control flew in the face of everything he was trying to build. He shouldn't even be having this conversation with himself because he shouldn't have touched her. He should've honored the promise he'd made to Cabe-or more important, the one he had made to himself.

Delicately, he untangled his arms from around her and moved out of bed. He slipped on some shorts, ran his hand through his hair, grabbed his SIG from the bedside table, and walked barefoot to the front window, relieved to see Cabe's truck, before going to the front door.