“Thank God.” Dec gripped her hips and pulled her toward him. At the same time, he thrust inside her, burying himself to the root.
The sound that erupted from her throat was a deep, raw sound of pleasure.
God, she was wet and tight. Perfect. He started thrusting, unable to find his usual control. He was a strong man, one used to violence, and he tried never to bring any of that to the bedroom.
But here, under the stars, lost in the desert with a woman who left him feeling so dangerously close to the edge, he couldn’t find that control.
He needed her. All of her. No boundaries.
His rhythm was hard and fast, her snug body driving him beyond pleasure. He was grunting as he shoved himself inside her and she was making small cries, her arms and legs tight around him.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured. “I want to watch your face when you come.”
She slid a hand down to where his cock speared into her. He groaned, loving her easy sensuality, loving the feel of her fingers slipping between his slick cock and her swollen lips.
Then she found her clit, her sexy body shifting as she stroked herself.
“That’s it.” He kept up his steady, hard thrusts. He felt her muscles contracting around him and knew she was close.
Fuck. He was close, too. He felt his balls drawing up, the primal sensations growing low within him.
She shattered. She arched beneath him, a beautiful, stunning sight. He thrust once more and held himself deep. He felt his release erupt out of him, spilling inside her.
“Layne.” He groaned her name holding himself still as pure pleasure filled him.
“I’m here, Declan.”
As he collapsed on top of her, he felt her arms wrap around him. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t alone, lost in the darkness that prowled inside him.
For the first time in forever, he just felt like himself.
Chapter Eleven
Dec lay in the blankets, staring up at the sky. Layne was pressed against him, her hand idly stroking his chest. He was only just coming down and he felt damn good.
Hell, this was the last thing he’d expected when he’d flown to Egypt.
Her hand stroked lower, over his abdomen and when it met the thick ridge of scar, he tensed.
Her strokes didn’t falter, she caressed it the same way she’d touched the rest of his skin.
The black memories, that fucking dark thing inside him, reared its head. He grabbed her wrist.
“It’s a part of you, Declan.”
“Don’t turn shrink on me now that we’ve fucked.”
She stiffened and Dec closed his eyes and released her hand. Dammit. He hadn’t meant to hurt her or to ruin this moment between them. He waited for her to get up and walk away.
Her hand started stroking his scar again. “It must have hurt.”
“You’re going to let me off being a dick?”
“Take the free pass. I won’t always let you get away with it. To make it up to me, you can tell me how it happened.”
“It was right after Anders… I got hit during a firefight.”
He hadn’t been as careful. He’d been raw and angry, and hadn’t cared anymore if he lived or died.
He’d lost what had made him a good soldier, and the Navy had been right to make him leave before he’d killed himself or anyone else.
But that dark thing still prowled, waiting to drag him under.
She stroked him. “Shh. It’s just you and me here.”
“The guilt’s always there, Layne. It won’t ever go away.”
She sat up, leaning over him. She pressed a kiss to his scar, so impossibly gentle. Then she looked him in the eye. “No, it won’t. But until you look it in the eye, it’ll continue to rule you.” She leaned down again, her tongue lapping at his nipple.
Dec swallowed a groan, wondered how, with just a few simple touches, she could flay him wide open.
“I see you, Declan Ward. All of you.”
He slid a hand in her tangled hair and tugged her up. “No, you don’t. The things I’ve done—” The darkness broke loose.
Declan surged upward. As he grabbed her, a part of him liked her shocked gasp. He spun her, pushing her down on her hands and knees.
He shaped a hand over the globes of her ass. “I’ll show you what you don’t know.”
She pushed back against him. “I’ve seen you. You’d never hurt anyone, Declan. You’d never hurt me.”
He growled and pressed a palm to her lower back. With the other, he stroked his already hard cock.
He gave her no warning. Just pressed forward and roughly thrust inside her.
She cried out, her entire body shuddering.
Declan pulled out, until just the head of his cock rested inside her. God, what had he done?
Then she shoved back, taking him back inside her. “You fill me up, Declan. So hard, so good.”