Honor (Bad Boy Homecoming Book 4)

by Kennedy Layne

  He took her ankle in his hand, pressing his lips right above where his fingers had wrapped around her soft skin. He took his time savoring the taste of her as he ran his tongue down the side of her leg, only stopping to lightly bite her inner thigh when she tried to grab his shoulders. He wasn’t going to allow her to rush this. As she said earlier, they had tonight.

  “Don’t move this leg,” Derek warned, resting her left leg on top of the cushion as he settled in between her thighs. He wanted to continue his exploration, but he lightly stroked the back of his fingers over the silky material of her clinging panties. He traced the edge all the way down until the fabric shifted. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  Tessa cried out in pleasure when Derek ever so slowly drew his finger down her folds, savoring her arousal. She was so ready for him, but he wouldn’t rush this. He let the pink lace of her panties fall back into place as he settled himself over her, coating her cream over her nipple. He then licked it off and drew her taut nub into his mouth, suckling the sensitive tissue. He didn’t let up until her hands slid through his hair and her leg had come off the cushion to wrap around his waist.

  “I need more, Derek,” Tessa murmured, arching into him as he slowly reached down and finally removed her pink thong. He continued to press his lips against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He once again wrapped his fingers around her ankle and lifted her leg until she kept it resting on top of the cushion. He pushed her other leg so that her foot rested on the floor. This gave him unrestricted access to her core, which was bare of any hair. Her large, swollen clit was easily visible between her glistening labia. “Yes.”

  Tessa had reached over the end of the couch, clutching the armrest as he settled in and spread her folds with his fingers. She cried out once more when he drew his tongue over her clit, licking away her cream. She tasted just as sweet as the sugar she’d put into her tea. He continued to circle the engorged tissue, every now and then suckling and nibbling until she was writhing underneath him. He nowhere near had his fill of her.

  The evening had just begun.

  “I’m not going to stop until you come ever so sweetly for me, Tessa,” Derek said, sliding his middle finger into her pussy. The warmth of her sheath welcomed him, wrapping tight around his digit. He curled his knuckle so that he was stroking her sweet spot, before using his thumb to rub her clit as he lifted his head to watch her response. “I want my name to be the one that falls off your lips when you do.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Tessa was floating on cloud nine, and the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own erratic heartbeat. Her body had come alive under Derek’s touch in a way that she’d never experienced before. Derek had found that mythical sweet spot that she’d searched for herself over the years, and he’d found it with one stroke of his finger. Only he didn’t stop, continuing to stroke that blissful area until her body no longer understood where she was or how she’d gotten there.

  This must be what she’d always heard was possible and had begun to doubt truly existed. No man had ever made love to her so completely or for such a long period of time.

  Nothing had ever felt so good, so exhilarating, and so damned sensual that Tessa was afraid she’d literally explode if she couldn’t have it again. Every nerve in her body had been awakened and there was nothing she could do but await the outcome of his continued petting.

  And then Derek pressed his thumb harder against her clit until lights exploded behind her eyelids, and the sound of her own blood rushed through her eardrums as if a dam had let loose.

  Tessa soared, and she wasn’t so sure she ever wanted to land.

  By the time she could draw air, relax her muscles, and focus her sight, Derek was lying beside her. He gently pulled her into his arms, even shifting their bodies so that she was on top of him. The couch didn’t provide them too much room, but they made do. She closed her eyes and savored the security his embrace provided. This was something she never could have hoped for in her wildest dreams.

  Nothing existed outside the two of them.

  “It’s a good thing I have off for three days,” Tessa murmured, stroking her fingers over his bicep. She’d noticed right away that Derek had a tattoo on his right arm of a beautiful angel with the most stunning wings. The artist hadn’t known it then, but he’d captured what Tessa had just experienced…and her wings were still spread to accept the freedom his lovemaking offered. She turned her head and rested her chin on the back of her hand, meeting his dark gaze that somehow made her even warmer. “It’s going to take that long to recover.”

  Derek’s rich laugh coated her nerves like molasses, and she suddenly realized one night wasn’t enough. He was here for another week. A week of this would surely kill her dead. That should be more than enough time to work him out of her system through immersion therapy.

  “We’re going to need to take this in the bedroom if you plan on formally consummating this encounter,” Tessa said softly, running her thumb over his bottom lip. Who would have thought a man of his virility could have such soft lips? There had been no doubt he knew how to use them, along with his very talented tongue, but she hadn’t expected to soar so high. “I have—”

  “Is this what you’re talking about?” Derek asked, holding up a foiled wrapper with a half-grin. Maybe it was a good thing he had the angel tattooed on his arm. She offset his devilish intentions, but sometimes it was a good thing to be prepared. “I have us covered for the first round.”

  First round? His declaration shot another streak of arousal through her inner sexual goddess, and she leisurely took the condom out of his hand. They wouldn’t be needing it quite yet. She had other ideas on her mind now that she could form coherent thoughts once more.

  “We could still make our way into the bedroom though,” Derek suggested, his fingers tangling in her hair as she started to slowly make her way down the length of his body. His chest was a solid mass of muscles that led down into abs that could very well be made of titanium. She doubted he would find that amusing, but it was the truth. She trailed her fingers over his warm skin, following behind with her lips and tongue. He tasted and smelled all male, with a hint of that outdoor fragrance she’d come to love. “Or not. Here’s good, too.”

  Tessa set the foiled package on the back of the couch for easy access, leaning up so that she could unfasten his belt. She took her time tugging the leather through the metal fastener, enjoying the view. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he was very well endowed and more than ready for what she had in mind.

  Derek apparently wasn’t as patient as he pretended to be, for he leaned up and captured her lips while taking over the removal of the rest of his clothes. She’d had to move to the inside of the couch so that he could finish, but she was right where she wanted to be by the time he’d concluded stripping off his clothing.

  “You’ve certainly grown up, Derek Spencer.” Tessa traced the outline of his cock, admiring his length and girth. She’d already lowered herself to her knees onto the floor between his legs, tracing her fingers up and down his thighs. His entire body was in perfect physical condition, and he could have easily made the cover of a fitness magazine. “I like this version of you.”

  She closed her lips around the tip of his cock, gliding her tongue downward on the underside. It was amazing. He actually tasted like the wild outdoors, too. She couldn’t get enough of him. She took him to the back of her throat, not surprised when his fingers became tangled in her hair. He’d want some aspect of control. The prickly sensation on her scalp only further added to her already heightened awareness.

  “We should—” Derek’s words were cut off by a guttural groan. Tessa had taken her right hand and palmed his sac, giving him a gentle massage as she continued to take him in and out of her mouth. She’d gotten into a rhythm and was pleased to know that she could affect him in such a manner. She used her left hand to wrap her finger and thumb around the base of his shaft as she concentrated on suckling t
he tip of his cock. It was then that he suddenly took away her advantage. “Come here.”

  Tessa wasn’t sure if he’d learned those moves in the Marines, but she was no longer on the floor. In fact, Derek had somehow managed to shift them so that she was unexpectedly lying on the couch like she’d been before. Only this time, he had donned a condom and was lifting her right knee to give him better leverage. The tip of his cock was suddenly resting at her entrance.

  “Impatient much?” Tessa tsked with a half-knowing smile. She didn’t mind at all. Her body craved him. She needed more of him and was beginning to question whether a week would be enough therapy to quell her desire. That thought was pushed aside as he ever so slowly pressed his cock past her entrance. “Derek, take me.”

  “And miss my chance of relishing this exquisite moment?” Derek leaned down and pressed his warm lips to her neck, somehow enveloping her entire body in the same temperature. How was that even possible? He’d started a fire, and she didn’t know if it was even extinguishable. “Not a chance.”

  Inch by delicious inch, Derek slowly guided his cock inside of her. He filled her in a way she never thought possible. He didn’t stop until they were truly connected…one. They were one. She suddenly lost her ability to speak.

  Her moist sheath stretched around him, accepting his width and length equally. She’d parted her lips to release a small gasp of wonder, but he captured a kiss instead. He’d taken her right hand, lacing their fingers together as he ever so gradually withdrew his shaft until only his tip remained. He then thrust back inside of her, causing her pussy to grasp his cock in anticipation of another stroke.

  Derek dipped his head, capturing her left nipple in his mouth. The innumerable impressions upon her body was just too many to absorb. Tessa’s mind started to drift away from her body in that enraptured manner he seemed to elicit with just the stroke of his tongue. It was the tiny nip that had her arching her back, wanting more…needing more.

  “Faster,” Tessa whispered urgently, gripping his fingers tighter as she brought her right knee up farther alongside his waist. “Harder.”

  Derek used his knee as leverage, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Her clit was now throbbing in time with her heartbeat, bursting with minuscule explosions every time his pelvis rocked forward. She didn’t know how much more pleasure she could take without—

  “Oh!” Tessa suddenly found herself on top of Derek. He’d positioned them so that he was sitting on the couch, her knees on either side of him. Never once did they lose their connection, and now his cock was pressed even deeper up inside of her. She had to be one stroke away from an explosive release, but his hands were wrapped around her waist. He was holding her still as he tried to even out his breathing. She could swear his dick was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the pulse beating against her sheath. “I-I need to come.”

  “And you will. Many times,” Derek whispered, keeping one hand on her waist while sliding the other up so that he was holding the back of her neck. Their foreheads rested against each other, but her body couldn’t be that still. She started to move her hips, grinding against him and savoring the minor sparks of arousal, knowing there was a massive explosion to come. “I want you to crave it more than you need to breathe, sweetheart.”

  Derek’s declaration, coupled by the fact that he finally released his hold on her waist, was enough to engulf her body in flames. No man had ever spoken words that could literally replace his touch. She suddenly couldn’t draw enough air, but it didn’t matter. Her body needed that elusive release she craved.

  Tessa rose herself up on her knees, sinking back down with a force that took her by surprise. Her knees trembled as glimmers of that indescribable orgasm began to accumulate in her core. He must have known, for he pressed his thumb against her clit and began to firmly stimulate the engorged tissue until all thought fled from her mind in a rush. The nodule of nerves instantly caught fire and engulfed her entire body.

  “That’s right, Tessa,” Derek whispered against her ear as her pussy contracted around his cock like a vise. “Come for me.”

  Nothing was putting out the raging flames consuming her. Tessa continued to utilize every bit of strength she had left, slamming his cock into her over and over. He didn’t try to tame her in the least, allowing her to dig her fingernails into his shoulders as she took her pleasure. It was hearing her name fall from his lips that fueled the intensity, capturing both of them in the uninhabited blaze. She gathered her remaining breath to scream his name.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Derek stood in the doorway wearing only his formal black pants, holding a wooden tray that contained a plate with two pieces of French toast covered in syrup with powdered sugar sprinkled over them. Next to the white porcelain dish were two cups of coffee and a small bowl of fresh, homemade fruit salad he’d cut up from Tessa’s selection in the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe as he took another moment to come to terms with what happened last night, willing the tension to leave his body.

  He’d been honest with Tessa from the very start. She understood that he had to go back to his unit in Afghanistan, leaving him only one more week at home. He’d accepted the limits he could provide to any woman a long time ago. This time was no different…only harder.

  Why, then, was he still here?

  Tessa’s bedroom held the faintest scent of her perfume, but it was enough to beckon him to enter. Derek couldn’t resist the welcoming fragrance. He pushed off the doorframe with his shoulder and stepped over the threshold. He fought the impression that he’d actually crossed into something more than a mere room. It was her lair.

  Tessa was still in the position he’d left her in—lying facedown in the middle of the bed covered in rumpled sheets while her long black halo fanned out over her pillow. Her hand was tucked underneath her cheek as the sunshine kissed her bare shoulder. She was sleeping peacefully, and he’d contemplated leaving her a note upon awakening, going so far as to thank her for last night and promising to keep in touch before walking out her front door. The thing of it was…he couldn’t bring himself to do that. He found that he could barely leave her bed to make them both some breakfast.

  He’d gone and fucked himself and his heart over by allowing himself to be with his childhood’s unattainable beauty. She was his personal version of a unicorn.

  Derek couldn’t prevent himself from reaching out, tenderly moving a flyaway strand so that it blended with the others. Maybe it was time to make some concessions, without altering too much of the original agreed upon provisions. He didn’t question why his chest tightened at the fluttering of her long lashes. Searching for an answer he didn’t want would get him nowhere.

  “Good morning,” Derek murmured, waiting for her blue eyes to focus on him. Her instant, warm smile thawed his soul. She rested the back of her hand over one eye, peering up at him in drowsiness and curiosity. “I have your coffee.”

  “That deserves a kiss.” Tessa’s tone was slightly hoarse, still filled with sleepiness. That didn’t stop her from rolling onto her back and then scooting up against the pillows, tucking the sheet under her arms. Was that for warmth in the air-conditioned morning chill, or was that for modesty’s sake? Her blue eyes brightened upon seeing the contents of the tray. “Oh, my! French toast and fruit, too? Those might deserve more than a single kiss.”

  Derek gently set the tray over her lap, making himself comfortable by resting his elbow on the mattress, effectively trapping her legs underneath his arm. She didn’t seem to mind his gaze as she reached for her coffee and brought it to her lips. Her lashes drifted closed as she savored the ideal java he’d sweetened with sugar and masked the bite with cream. Her expression of satisfaction reminded him of how she looked when she’d taken him in her mouth last night…

  He cleared his throat, reminding himself that they needed sustenance before any further physical activities could commence. And there could be quite a few of those, considering how many condoms remained in the box they’d
torn open during the night. Derek used the fork to break apart a corner of one of the pieces of French toast before lifting the delicious morsel to her mouth. It was easy for him to distinguish that her lips were still quite swollen from their pleasurable endeavors.

  “Hmmm.” Tessa slowly chewed her food before swallowing, as if she were contemplating something. He finally dragged his gaze away from her rosy lips, only then noticing she was studying him. She asked her question before he could divert her attention. “What made you stay?”

  Derek did admire her ability to cut to the chase. He sunk the prongs of the fork into a cut piece of strawberry before taking a bite of the sweet, red fruit he’d sprinkled with sugar and tossed with the juices of the other fruits. It gave him time to ponder the same inquiry he’d asked of himself upon awakening. He still didn’t have an answer, so he had no choice but to go with the truth.

  “I don’t really know.” Derek carefully set the fork down on the plate, making sure the silverware didn’t dip into the syrup. He then reached for his cup of coffee before settling back into his previous position to drink his morning joe. “Do you want me to leave?”

  His question had obviously surprised her. She took another sip of her coffee, giving herself time to think of a proper response. It appeared that last night had thrown them both into the deep end. There was a simple solution though, because the end result wouldn’t change.

  “I don’t leave town until next Sunday,” Derek quietly reminded her, studying her expression for any sign that she wouldn’t be interested in the time he had left. “I’d like to continue to spend time with you while I’m in town.”

  “I’d like that very much,” Tessa replied softly, setting down her coffee mug in exchange for the fork. She cut a small piece of French toast with one of the four spines and then smeared it in the excess syrup. She used the edge of the plate to catch the lone drip of the sweet molasses and then slowly lifted it to his mouth. He took the offered bite, though his appetite wasn’t for the food on the plate. “Your parents will be—”