His Reason to Stay: In the Line of Duty, Book 6

by Cathryn Fox

  “Not really,” she said her chest rising and falling. “I’ve never worn it before.”

  His hand stilled and he clenched down his jaw. Tenderness moved through him, squeezing his heart and making it difficult to breathe. “You wore this for me,” he said, a statement, not a question.

  “Yes.”

  He ran his palms over the small buttons, starting at the top and stopping when he reached the juncture between her legs. He let his hand linger there, purposely nudging her clit, so desperate to give her pleasure. A little whimper escaped her lips.

  “So in a sense, it’s mine to do with as I please, then?”

  Her pupils dilated. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good.”

  Giving in to impulse, he gathered the front of her nightgown in both hands and gave a quick tug. His heart slammed and lust gripped his cock at the surprised little O on her mouth. Her buttons scattered to the floor, and the excitement dancing in her eyes as he tore her clothes from her body fucked him over in ways he didn’t know possible. His gaze traveled from her face to her breasts, to the juncture between her legs. If it weren’t for the tightening of his throat, he would have sobbed with pleasure.

  “No panties,” he managed to get out as her gown spilled wide open, giving him an unobstructed view of her lush body. His heart nearly failed as he gazed at her. The sight of her naked, up against the wall, waiting for him to touch her, to take her, robbed him of his next breath.

  Everything about her was perfect. So goddamn perfect.

  He hadn’t thought it was possible to be more turned on than he was moments ago, but as she stood there, her body quaking under his inspection, his cock hardened and thickened to the point of pain. His dick wanted in, and it wanted in now.

  “Take it off,” he ordered. “Then put your hands back above your head.”

  Trust shimmered in her eyes as she lowered her arms and let the nightgown fall to the floor, and it did something strange to him. Without question, she lifted her arms again, completely baring herself to him. As she offered her body, opening herself up completely, he closed his eyes in sweet agony. How was it possible that seeing her like this, so unguarded, exposed, and trusting made him love her all that much more?

  She whimpered and his eyes opened. He stepped into her, kicked her nightgown away and put his hands on either side of her head.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, Rach.”

  “Oh God,” she cried out. She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip and he struggled to get himself together.

  “But first I’m going to run my tongue all over you. Then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to slip between your legs and take your pussy into my mouth.”

  Her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink and her warm breath washed over his face as she began breathing harder. “Then what?” she asked. He bit back a grin, loving the excitement, anticipation in her eyes.

  “Then I’m going to lick you, a soft, slow slide of my tongue at first, all the way from the bottom to the top. Then I’m going to increase the pressure and flick your clit with the tip. As you hover on the edge, I’m going to dip a finger inside you and fuck you with it until you can’t think straight.”

  He slid one hand down her body, shaping her curves. He found her thighs, and shoved his hand in between. “Now open for me.”

  Heat suffused her body as she widened her legs, giving him full access so he could do as he pleased. His balls tightened. If he didn’t get his mouth on her soon, he was sure to detonate.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, need making his voice husky as his fingers moved closer and closer to her center. Desire seared his insides when her heat reached out to him. Her passion-imbued eyes caressed him with sultry need and she rolled her hips forward, seeking relief.

  He watched, transfixed as she moistened her mouth and, unable to help himself, he dipped his head and swiped his tongue over her bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. He tugged gently and she made a sexy noise. He released her mouth and pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in her skin.

  She visually quaked and his heart picked up tempo. He trailed his tongue lower and his fingers parted her nether lips, where he found her wet and swollen and so goddamn needy for him. Finding her like this made him crazed, wild with the need to forego the plan he’d just laid out and bend her over the bed so he could pound into her. Long, hard strokes that would leave his mark on her and show her how fast she could make him come undone. Wouldn’t she like that? But he needed to take it slow, needed this night to last.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said his mouth so close to her nipple he could see it trembling, see how much it ached to be sucked. He circled her clit with the rough pad of his thumb, coming perilously close but never touching. Her hips came off the wall, trying to force his mouth to her breast, his finger to the spot that needed it most.

  “I want you,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rushed breath. “All of you.”

  He put his hand on her stomach and pushed her back against the wall. Restless, edgy as raw need camped in his groin, he skimmed his tongue over the upper swell of her breast. She groaned in frustration as he toyed with her, dragging out the seduction.

  “Kyle, please,” she begged.

  “Is this what you want, baby?” Pretending to have some semblance of control, he found her nipple, and ran his tongue over her pillowed softness. It swelled in response, forming a tight peak that begged to be sucked and nibbled. He pulled one in and bit down until she cried out. Her hands went to his hair and she held him there, showing him what she needed, what she craved.

  While he couldn’t give her all of himself like she’d asked, tonight he could at least give her his body. He could fill her with his cock and take her to where she so desperately needed to go.

  Her hands left his hair and went to his shoulders. She lightly scraped her nails over him, and her touch sent shockwaves through his nerves. Fuck, she was killing him.

  With need ruling his actions, he dropped lower, pressing his mouth to her flesh and licking a path down her stomach. He twirled his tongue around her belly button and she arched into him.

  Once again he pressed his hands to her hips and pushed her against the wall, needing her still so he could take his fill.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he murmured, letting his warm breath fall over her moistness. Her sex quivered and glistened in the lamplight. He widened her with his tongue and pressed a kiss over her pussy as his thumb applied pressure to her clit.

  “Yes!” she cried out, and he looked up to find her watching.

  He flattened his tongue and ran it from bottom to top, reveling in her sweetness. She moved against his mouth, her body seeking what it needed. Blinding pressure roared through him as his cock screamed for action. He removed his finger and flicked his tongue over her clit, and she moaned. He glanced up again to find her cupping her breasts and he just about shot off then and there.

  “Fuck,” he murmured, turning his attention back to her pussy. Her sweet scent assailed his senses, the cacophony of noises catching in her throat pushing him closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

  He dipped a finger inside her, and when she clenched around him, he crooked it. Her entire body trembled as he brushed her sensitive bundle of nerves, knowing exactly where they were and exactly how she liked to be touched. There was nothing about her he’d ever forgotten.

  She ground her pussy against his face. “Kyle, yes, like that. Just like that.”

  He pushed another finger inside her and pressed his mouth to her clit, kissing her hungrily. He pumped into her and lapped at her swollen nub, keeping up the rhythm until her entire body quaked.

  “Yes,” she cried out, as she gave herself over to the pleasure. “Oh God. Yes.”

  He loved seeing her like this, loved making her come. Her muscles squeezed his fingers, and the honeyed nectar on his tongue as he lapped at her nearly shattered his last vestige of c
ontrol. The need to be inside warred with the need to taste every sweet drop. He stayed between her legs longer, his tongue gently stroking her sex as she rode out the waves.

  When she stopped spasming, he slid back up her body and reached out to find her hands trembling. He pulled her away from the wall and walked backward, keeping her body tightly pressed against his. His cock rubbed her stomach, and when she put her arm around him and wiggled, massaging his throbbing appendage, he nearly ejaculated.

  “Stop it.” He reached behind her and gave her a whack on the ass. “If you don’t I’m going to lose it.” Her eyes went wide, but it was from excitement not fear. She wiggled again, and he cursed under his breath. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to lose it.” He sat on the bed and slid his hands around her body. He gave her ass another soft slap as he buried his face in her stomach, indulging in the softness of her skin.

  She ran her hands over his shoulders, palming his muscles. “What I want is you, Kyle. All of you.”

  With his libido in an uproar, he stood, turned her around and fell over her as he shoved her down onto the bed. A gasp caught in her throat as he pressed her into the mattress, pinning her with his body. He put his hands on either side of her head and kissed her hard, their tongues tangling as he widened her legs to position himself in between. Her body softened beneath his, her hands on his body so needy. He went back on his knees, his muscles trembling as he grabbed her thighs and put them around his waist, shoving a pillow under her ass to lift it.

  She looked so sexy laying here, her wet, hot pussy on display—his for the taking. As her body called out to him, begging for his touch, his cock throbbed in his hand as he leaned forward to run it over her clit. She went up on her elbows to watch, and he could sense her excitement. It matched his own.

  “You like that, baby?” he asked, sinking in to her sensual warmth. Need sang through his veins as he ran the tip of his cock between her soft folds, rolling his crown around her clit until she was panting and clawing at him for more. Christ, his dick ached to push into her. “You want my cock? You want me to drive it all the way up inside you and fuck you hard?”

  She trembled and nodded rapidly. “Condom,” she whispered. “Nightstand.”

  He stilled. Christ, he’d been so lost in her he’d almost forgotten protection. As that realization slammed in to him, something niggled at the back of his mind, but he lost all train of thought when she closed her hand over his and centered his crown on her clit. Her eyes rolled as she stimulated herself and rocked her hips into him. She was so sexy and he loved how aroused she was, but if he didn’t put a stop to this he was going to climax all over her.

  With lust ruling, he pulled her hand away and fell over her. Stretching his arm, he reached into her nightstand and found a mega box of condoms. It was new, hadn’t been opened. Was this what she’d been hiding earlier? Did she have this seduction planned all along? He let out a breath. He might be a hard-ass soldier, but honest to fuck, when she came at him with this kind ammunition, he was powerless to fight it.

  He ripped into the foil with his teeth and was about to put it on when she stopped him. “Here, let me.”

  He threw his head back and growled. “Why is it you have to do everything? First the muscle rub, then the aloe vera, and now this. I’m seeing a pattern.”

  She laughed, a deep throaty sound that settled into his groin. “I like touching you.” She pressed the condom to his crown, and his cock jumped.

  Fuck me.

  He fisted his hands. “Do you have any idea how hard that is on me?”

  “Oh, yes, it’s very hard,” she said, amusement in her voice.

  He scrubbed his chin as she slowly rolled it down his length, her fingers stroking, burning his flesh. A surge of warmth stole through him.

  “When you touch me, Rach. When you put your hands on my body, it makes me crazy.”

  “Crazy is good,” she whimpered and fell back onto the bed, lifting her arms above her head to grab the slats in her headboard. Sweet Jesus. He loved seeing her like this, all wide open and ready, but this time he needed her on top, needed to see her when she came.

  A sense of urgency overwhelmed him as his hands spanned her waist. In one fluid moment that seemed to take her by surprise, he rolled, taking her with him. Her light body settled on top of his, her beautiful nipples pressed against his chest and he trembled with need. Shaky hands tapped the sides of her legs.

  “Up.”

  She bent her knees and lifted herself until she was straddling him from above. Never having felt so much desire for anyone, he touched her cheek, then ran his thumbs over her beautiful pale nipples. She moaned and leaned into him. The pleasure in her eyes rattled him to his core and touched him in places so deep, it was all he could do to keep it together.

  Driven by need, he gripped her waist and lifted her, positioning his cock at her hot opening. She squirmed but he held her, offering her an inch at a time. He lowered her slowly, and as he pushed into her warm, wet heat, he closed his eyes in surrender. There was nowhere else in the world he wanted to be, and no one else he’d rather be with.

  As her pussy muscles gripped him, he tightened his hands on her waist and pulled her down hard, driving all the way inside. She gasped as his fullness stretched her and he stilled to give her a minute to catch up.

  “You good, baby?”

  A quick breath, and then, “Yes.” She rocked into him, leaning forward to brush her clit over his pelvis.

  He let her ride him for a minute, then lifted her from his cock, only to slam back into her. She cried out his name as he continued to power his hips upward…needing…just needing. He pounded hard and fast, as he greedily took everything he needed.

  A storm rolled through him as her breasts bounced and he sat up to take one hard nipple into his mouth. She threw her head back and cried out in sweet bliss as he sucked and bit. Christ, there was nothing gentle in the way he was taking her. Feeling ravenous, carnal completely out of control he fell back down onto the mattress, grabbed her hips harder and drilled into her.

  His breath came jagged and she grew slicker with each stroke. Tightness settled in his groin, and as need consumed them both, their moans of pleasure blended. She cupped her beautiful breasts as he put one hand between their bodies to tease her clit. She rubbed up against his thumb with each downward motion.

  He was so fucking close. She rode him harder and pressure built, coming to a peak. But he held on because he needed her to come, needed to see her face, her eyes, when she let go for him. The world closed in on him, and as she flew higher and higher, the desire in her eyes touched his soul.

  “So good, Kyle. So good.” She rotated her hips, taking him in deeper as she chased an orgasm.

  Seeing her like this and knowing he could bring her so much pleasure, bolstered his ego. He jerked his hips, giving her every last inch. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” Her lids fell shut, and his heart raced. “Look at me. I need to see you when you come.”

  Her eyes opened and the second they locked on his, he pressed harder against her clit. She threaded her fingers through her hair, a sexy sound catching in her throat as her muscles gripped his cock hard.

  “Kyle,” she cried out as she released all over him, her warm cream coating his cock. His balls found shelter inside his body and white-hot lightening flashed in his groin with the approach of his own orgasm.

  Blood pulsing hot, he sucked in a tight breath and grabbed her hips to still her. He jackknifed up, buried his face in her neck and let go, his ejaculation sending ripples onward and upward through their bodies. A deep, satisfying growl rumbled in the air, the sex so good even his toes curled. Her sex muscles squeezed his cock, drawing out his orgasm until he was sated, too spent to think straight. Her hands went around his shoulders and he gripped her hair, giving it a little tug to expose more of her long neck.

  When the last drop was spilled, he gasped for breath, moisture sealing them as one as he struggled to refill hi
s lungs. She whimpered softly when he inched back and kissed her chin, her mouth, and her cheek. Without pulling out of her, he fell back and dragged her down with him.

  Once he regained the ability to speak, he said, “Jesus, that was good.”

  She relaxed on top of him, her breath hot and harsh on his skin. “Kyle,” she whispered, a slight hitch in her voice. The hot dampness on his neck filled him with unease. Fuck, was she crying? Had he hurt her?

  He cupped her head and lifted it. When he saw the tears in her eyes, his gut squeezed. A sucker punch wouldn’t have hurt as much. “Baby, are you okay?”

  “I’m okay. I just…that was so beautiful.” She pressed a soft kiss onto his mouth and rested back on his chest. Tenderness stole over him and his heart raced, ached to the point of pain as it filled with all the things he felt for her.

  He stayed inside her and held her tight. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go, was unwilling to break the connection between them. They both held on to one another like their lives depended on it, like if either let go they’d shatter into a million tiny pieces. A long while later, after his cock grew flaccid, he rolled to his side and eased out of her.

  He discarded the condom and fell back onto her bed. His heart crashed against his chest and, entirely lost in the moment—in her—he drew her to him, wanting only to hold her, kiss her, and possess her. They’d crossed a line again, but he was powerless to resist her. He needed this as much as she did.

  She put her hand on his chest and silence reined for a long time as he stared at the ceiling. He was in trouble, so much trouble when it came to her.

  “I leave after Easter,” he said, breaking the quiet. “I’ll be gone for months.”

  She pulled back an inch but he cupped her elbow and held her to him. “I know.” Her voice was soft, sad, a mere whisper.

  He turned to her, and a pressure squeezed the center of his chest as she looked at him, her expressive eyes wary, worried. He kicked himself, her vulnerability slicing into him like a dagger. Christ, after the two last times they’d come together intimately what the hell did he expect? Twice now he’d pushed her away after lovemaking, practically tossing her out like she meant nothing to him. She blinked and lowered her gaze.