by Em Petrova
“Go take your shower and pack. I’ll wait here.”
She seemed to hesitate a moment longer before turning and disappearing into the bedroom.
He dropped like a stone to the sofa, head in hands. Visions of her bed, plush with extravagant findings from around the world and inviting as hell, loomed behind his eyes. Fuck, how was he ever going to keep from walking into that bathroom and stripping down to shower with her? Soaping her all over?
Damn. He had to do something to distract himself from thoughts of her completely naked in the other room.
He texted Chaz. What’s up tonight?
No reply came and after ten minutes, Dylan gave up. His brother was probably getting lucky while he sat here in torment.
The shower shut off and that launched him into another level of torture. He pushed to his feet and started pacing, counting each step. When that didn’t distract him enough, he counted in Spanish, French and Russian. Then did it backward.
A curse sounded from the bedroom, and he stopped mid-pace, the hackles on his neck standing up.
Athena let out another curse, and he rushed to the bedroom. At the door, he froze, taking in the situation.
She sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a thick white towel, her hair wrapped in a smaller white towel. And she was holding a tissue to her leg.
“Blood. I smell blood.” He hit his knees before her and grabbed the tissue. When he drew it away, he saw a simple shaving cut trickling with blood.
“It’s nothing—I just cut myself shaving and didn’t notice until now. H-how do you smell blood?”
He gently swabbed at the cut, applying pressure just like he did to his jaw when he sliced himself. “I’ll stop the bleeding and then you can tell me where the bandages are.”
God, her calf was perfectly formed, the muscle toned. Under his hand, her skin was scorching hot and moist from her shower.
His cock bulged.
“Dylan?”
He looked up her body, tearing his gaze from her terrycloth-covered thighs and what was beneath. He swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“How can you smell blood?” Her eyes were luminous. It was the middle of the night, and she was still working on little sleep. He shouldn’t be thinking of why his cock twitching at the look she was giving him.
“When you’ve seen battle, you learn the smell pretty quick.”
She bit down on her lower lip, depressing all that plump flesh.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He cupped her face and surged upward to claim her mouth. The soft gasp she made spiked his need higher, and he took control. Plunging his tongue deeper, tasting fresh toothpaste and pure woman. She shivered and then touched her tongue tentatively to his.
Oh fuck. I’m a goner.
The shaving cut forgotten, he closed his hands over her waist, learning how small she felt all over again as he plundered her mouth.
“Dylan.” Her whisper seared through him, and it took everything he had to pull away. Panting, he tried to form an apology, but all that filled his mind was a series of commands.
Lie back. Pull down that towel so I can look at your beautiful body.
Spread your thighs.
He jammed his fingers into his hair.
“What is it, cher?” His voice was so gritty, he might as well be in the thick of chemical warfare.
“I…” She stopped, chewing her plump lower lip again.
He was a patient man, but hell if he wanted to wait for her to tell him to leave her alone and to find someone who had better control to watch over her.
She lifted her fingers to the top of her towel, snug over her breasts, and tugged out the corner. When she parted the cloth to reveal her very curvy, very bare body, she watched his face.
A rough noise escaped him. “Jesus, Athena.”
She glanced up at him shyly. “I want you, Dylan. I like how you kiss me, and you make me feel…” She struggled to finish the sentence.
“I know how you feel.” He growled as he laid hands on her. Bare shoulders, across her collarbones and down to her breasts. Strumming each perky nipple with a forefinger before circling and making them pucker.
She tossed her head back, and the towel fell off. Her wet hair tumbled down.
He watched her face as he continued to explore, cupping each breast in a palm, dizzied by the soft weights. His cock throbbed in time to his racing heart.
As he skimmed his hands down her torso to the flare of her hips, she moaned. His gaze latched on to the trim patch of dark hair on her mound. He groaned—fuck, he’d wanted to thrust his tongue into her slick folds since first setting eyes on her. All Knights loved eating pussy, or so his brothers claimed, and Dylan was no different.
Athena lay back on the bed, arms flung upward in surrender. Was she really going to give herself to him this way? Fuck, he didn’t deserve her.
He stretched his fingers across her round thighs and caressed all the way down to her knees. He checked the cut with a glance and found it had stopped bleeding. Then he was moving his hands up her body once more, touching every spot he’d missed while her breaths came in small pants.
He hovered over her, gazing deep into her eyes. “You’re certain?”
She nodded and slipped a hand around his nape to draw him down for a kiss. The moment their mouths connected, his body took over. Hands roving, plucking at her nipples before he eased his lips down to close around the hard tip.
She cried out, hooking one ankle around his body. The move brought the rich scents of her arousal and clean woman to him, and that was it.
He jerked his head up to meet her stare. “I have to taste you, cher. Now.”
* * * * *
She barely registered what Dylan meant before he scraped his stubbled jaw down her belly and spread her thighs wide. Without hesitating, he buried his face in her pussy.
“Oh my God!” Her voice wobbled as he parted his mouth over her slick sex. Extreme warmth claimed her. He kissed her pussy gently, up and down the seam and then across her clit once, twice…
She stiffened with each pass. At this rate, she’d be coming apart in seconds, but she wanted it to last so long.
“Mmm. You taste like heaven.” His eyes flashed before he thumbed apart her folds and he sank his tongue into her pussy.
Liquid need flowed through her like lava, and she lifted her hips off the bed to meet each tongue thrust. Passion took hold. He tongued her in and out until her inner thighs shook and then he moved up to close his lips around her aching nubbin.
Electricity rained down on her, and she felt she was part of the electrical storm from earlier—or maybe it was still going on outside, she had no clue. She was too deep in Dylan to even care if the whole building exploded around them.
He sucked on her clit until she stopped breathing. Then he sank one finger inside her channel. Her inner muscles clamped on the digit, and he gave a moan.
“I need to touch you. Take off your clothes,” she pleaded.
“Not yet.” His words whispered across her wet pussy. “I’m not finished with you.” With that, he dived back in, licking, lapping and caressing until her hips bucked and she thrashed her head.
“I’m close. Please.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders.
He doubled his efforts, swirling his tongue around her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her. Stars burst behind her eyes, and she quivered, hanging on the edge of an abyss. When the first contraction hit, she screamed. Waves pounded her hard and fast, and she couldn’t even suck in enough air as he teased more pulsations out of her.
Long minutes passed, and he slowed his movements, pulling more moans from her lips. Then he sucked her clit hard and stretched her pussy with three fingers, leaving her aching for more.
For his cock.
“Dylan.” Her voice was a plea.
He moved up her body, kissing each inch of skin in his path. When he reached her lips, he looked down into her eyes. “I’m going to share your flavors with
you.” He kissed her. The wetness on his mouth was salty-sweet, and she’d never tasted anything so hot before. Thrusting her tongue between his lips, she tugged at his T-shirt. Big, warm muscles were too good to ignore. She ran her hands over his shoulders, chest and back. Each cut and dip tightened that knot of need in her core.
Skating her hand down his washboard abs only left her shaking with need. She went for his belt.
He stayed her hand, holding it in place. Under the cloth, the bulge of his erection told her just how big he was.
“I need your cock inside me.”
A grunt that was near pain left him, and he dropped his forehead to hers. “I need to know you want this for real, Athena. Not just because the situation is frightening.”
What situation? All she could think of was how much she wanted this man.
She nodded. “I want you.”
He paused another heartbeat. “I can’t stop once I get inside you.”
A shudder of pleasure ran through her. “I don’t want you to stop. Hurry, Dylan.”
“Jesus.” His blasphemy was almost a prayer as he got to his feet and stripped down his cargo pants followed by his briefs. When his thick length bobbed against his hard abs, she stared at the delicious outline. Mushroomed head, swollen to purple and glazed with juices. She wondered if he tasted as good as she tasted to him.
Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around the base. He stood at the edge of the bed, letting her jack him three times, four. Then he gripped her wrist hard enough to stop her.
“I can’t let you touch me.” He sounded as if he’d run a marathon carrying three of the men of the Knight Ops team.
“You’re so beautiful.” She ran her gaze over his muscled body to his thick cock nestled in a patch of hair centered between steely thighs.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful.” He produced a condom from somewhere in his pants and tore it open. Watching him roll it on shouldn’t be one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen, but she had a feeling everything this man did took a new height.
When he slid back into bed, he rolled her atop him, planting his hands on her ass and kissing her until she started to wiggle with impatience again.
“Come up here and sit on my face.” His rough order made her stomach bottom out with a thrill.
“I’ve never…”
“Then it’s time.” He guided her up until her thighs were settled around his ears. He closed his eyes and began to lick her.
* * * * *
Fuck, she was so responsive that he didn’t think he’d live through the moment. But he couldn’t stop dipping his tongue into her sweet pussy either. Using short flicks across her clit and then pulling her forward so he could plunge his tongue deep again. Need spread through him as she climbed higher toward her release.
Rocking on his face, taking what she needed, she was the most stunning creature he could ever imagine. When the first pulsations struck, his instinct was to hold her there and draw the biggest orgasm of her life from her. But he lifted her off his face, moved her down his body and sank into her still-quivering channel.
She cried out and rocked harder. A grunt left him. Her scorching heat surrounded him, hugged him tight. She slid up and down his shaft, milking him until he felt that deep pressure building at the base of his spine.
Cradling her head, he brought her down to his mouth, and their kiss spiraled on and on. In the distance, a rumble of thunder shook the city. Then another.
She broke the kiss to stare down into his eyes. “Dylan.”
She was so close, so tight, so hot, soooo wet.
“Let it come, cher. Come for me.”
She withdrew on his cock once more time, pure bliss crossing her beautiful features as her release hit.
He couldn’t watch her pleasure for more than two strokes before his own claimed his senses, ripping a roar from his mouth. Jets of hot cum seared up out of him, and her pussy clenched and released rhythmically.
Oh Jesus, was his first thought.
Then, Fucking hell.
He’d had her and too late he realized once would never be enough.
Nothing would be enough—not one long, meaningful look, one stolen kiss, one night.
Athena must have channeled some old voodoo powers of the region because she’d completely, utterly stolen his soul.
* * * * *
It was impossible to feel regret for taking what she wanted from Dylan when her body still felt like warm pudding.
She stretched, nudging his shoulder as she did. With a hand on her back, he drew her against him, and she found a spot on his chest that fit her head perfectly. Under her ear, his heart thundered.
Looking down his body, she drank in the sculpted beauty of muscle stacked on by years of hard physical training. Dark hair sprinkled his chest and ran in a trail down his abs to his cock before spattering his thighs and calves. His feet were long and as manly as the rest of him.
“What’s that for?” he rumbled.
“What?”
“You sighed.”
“Did I?” She’d have to watch it with this one—she was prone to girly habits she’d avoided before. Even as a teenager, she’d never been boy crazy. Maybe because she’d been holding out for the opportunity to go man crazy.
She sighed.
“You did it again.”
She giggled. “I can’t seem to help it.” She tilted her head to look up at him, and he smiled, smoothing her wild hair with one hand.
“I hope that’s the sound of complete pleasure,” he said.
“Duh. Did you feel me come three times?”
He stuck out his tongue and wagged it, shooting liquid need between her thighs again. “Definitely felt it.” He stopped stroking her hair and walked his fingers down her spine. The soft touch had her squirming for more, and judging by the hardness of his cock, he could go for another round himself.
Flattening her hand on his abs, she smiled when he sucked in sharply. She slipped her hand downward to wrap her fingers around his cock.
“Fuck, Athena.”
“That’s my intention.” Where had all this boldness come from? She wasn’t a virgin by any means, but her business had taken up so much of her life in the past few years that she’d forgotten how to be a woman. With Dylan it was easy to remember.
Pushing onto one elbow to watch his face, she gave a test stroke of his cock.
With a groan, he jerked his hips. Every hard inch of his body turned her on. The creases of muscle and tendon in his thighs tugged as he stretched under her hand-strokes. She watched his face shudder with pleasure and a heady thrill ran through her that she could give this to him.
Her own pussy was slick with need, her inner thighs damp.
“Kiss me,” he grated out, cupping her nape.
She leaned in to capture his lips, controlling the tempo until she couldn’t stand it another minute and moaned. When she parted her lips, he plunged his tongue inside and rolled her so she was pinned beneath him.
Staring up into his eyes, she had another moment where she wondered if any of this was real. Then again, the whole week was turning out to be a confusing mess, and this… This felt like the only thing that was real since Knight Ops had crashed through her back door.
She looped her arms around his neck, tugging him atop her. Loving the feel of his weight, she kissed back with all the passion he roused inside her. Finally, he tore from the kiss and stared down at her, chest working.
“Cher, we have a problem.”
“What’s that?” Her clouded mind took a second to clear.
“I’m out of condoms.”
“Oh. Drawer.” She waved at her nightstand.
His eyes narrowed so minutely that she might have missed it if she hadn’t been looking closely. “You keep condoms in your nightstand?”
He didn’t sound as though he liked the thought of her being prepared to sleep with someone. Or maybe he didn’t like the idea of her sleeping with someone besides him.
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br /> “Modern women take care of ourselves.”
He considered her a minute. “Good thing you do because we special ops guys don’t have room to carry more than one.” He shot her a crooked grin and leaned to the side to pull open the drawer.
When he pushed to his knees to jerk the rubber over his swollen length, she ran her hands up to her throbbing nipples. He went dead still, watching her.
“You touch yourself?”
“I thought we established I’m a modern woman.” She circled each nipple twice before he issued a growl and took over. Clamping his mouth over one breast while pinching the other with a skill that had her on edge.
An invisible knot in her stomach tightened, and her pussy squeezed. He hovered over her, weight braced on his elbows, bathing her breasts with his tongue and grazing the tips with his teeth until she couldn’t stand it another second.
She wrapped her thighs around him and jerked him down and into her. He filled her with one quick glide, and they both fell still. His cock stretched her, the head skimming a place so deep, she didn’t think any man had found it before.
“Move,” she pleaded, rocking into him.
The cords on his neck stood out as he withdrew with insane slowness. His eyes seemed to darken with each inch he pulled out. When he slammed home again, they shared a cry. The room lit with another flash of lightning. Heat enveloped Athena as he tongue-fucked her mouth to the same pace of his cock thrusts.
Her insides gripped at him, never wanting this moment to end. In the light of day, she didn’t know how she’d feel about what she’d done. But for now, she was going to tuck away every minute of their coupling and think about Dylan when she was alone later. And she would be alone, because no way would this continue after Knight Ops ended their mission.
He did an erotic pushup over her, sinking deep and holding her captive with his gaze. She dug her nails into his shoulders and rose to meet him. The bed shook, and the Indonesian cutwork-style headboard tapped the wall lightly.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His rough words shouldn’t fill her with extreme warmth, but they did. She’d been told this before by family, friends and many others. But somehow, it was different coming from Dylan’s hard lips.
