Take No Quarter

by Desiree Holt

  Sliding his hands down from her face, he grabbed the hem of her embroidered T-shirt and yanked it up. His palms molded to her breasts as if they’d been made just for them, the warm mounds a perfect fit. Even through the silk of her bra he could feel the rigid points of her nipples and he squeezed them, hard, between thumb and forefinger.

  Kenzi moaned into his mouth, the sound so sensual he nearly came right then and there, out of his mind with need. He unfastened her jeans and yanked them down her legs, along with her silk panties. His hand shook as he unzipped his own fly and freed himself. In seconds he’d lifted one of her legs to wrap it around his waist, opening her sex to him.

  He trailed his lips along the line of her jaw and down the delicate column of her neck, all the while reaching between them to touch the lips of her pussy. Slick! Wet and slick! The words pierced his brain and ramped up his hunger. Kenzi was pushing herself as close as she could get, trying to rub her clit against him wherever she could make contact.

  Shit!

  He wasn’t going to last another two minutes. With frantic haste, he reached into the pocket of his pants and found his wallet, hands shaking as he dug out a condom and ripped open the foil. Somehow, he managed to sheathe himself without tearing the latex. Cupping the cheeks of her magnificent ass to hold her in place, he pressed the head of his shaft against her opening, took a deep breath and thrust inside her.

  Oh, sweet holy Jesus!

  The feel of her tight, wet sheath wasn’t just as good as he remembered—it was better. Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing him, and he was sure his eyes crossed. Every nerve was on fire, every part of his body focused on the unbelievable pleasure of being inside her. Holding her in place, he steadied them both, took another breath and began the steady in-and-out glide that would help them reach a shared orgasm that would shake them out of their minds.

  Nothing had ever felt this good in his life. Every fiber of him was engaged, his brain totally disconnected as pleasure consumed his body. In and out, a steady rhythm, he did his best to slow things down, but it was a lost cause.

  “Hurry,” she urged, loving her hips with his, using the leg wrapped around him to anchor them together.

  In what seemed like seconds, the familiar feeling was building deep inside him, drawing an answering response from her. He slammed his body into hers, holding her tight while she rode his cock. When the orgasm broke, it exploded like fireworks. Their bodies shook while he pulsed inside her and her hot pussy spasmed around him again and again.

  When the last drop emptied into the sheath, he leaned against her, touching his forehead to hers, struggling to breathe and hoping he didn’t fall down while he was holding her. In slow motion, he eased her leg from around his hips so she was standing on two feet, although standing might have been an exaggeration. He thought it was a damn good thing the door was there to hold both of them up.

  At last he caught his breath, cradled her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

  “I didn’t mean to savage you like a caveman.” He smiled.

  She lowered her gaze in a strangely shy gesture. “I wanted it, too.”

  He chuffed a laugh. “I seem to lose my control where you’re concerned. How about we move to someplace more comfortable where we can take our time?”

  “Yes.” The word drifted out on a breathless note. “I can go for that.”

  Somehow he managed to juggle sliding out of her, pinching the condom closed so nothing leaked and kicking away his shoes, jeans and boxer briefs, which he left in a pile with her clothing. Then, divesting them of the rest, he carried her to the bed, yanked the covers back and placed her gently on the sheet. He’d taken her hard and fast and rough against the door, so hot for her body that restraint hadn’t even been in the ballgame. Now he wanted to shift into slow gear and make sure he pleasured her properly.

  He spared a long moment to appreciate the sight of her spread out on the bed like the most delectable feast in the world. His mouth watered just looking at her. As much as he’d tried to wipe her from his mind, just as he had the other women he’d spent time with, the memory of her clung stubbornly to his subconscious. Now he looked his fill at her gloriously naked body, round breasts with their dark nipples, the nest of dark curls at her mound the color of rich bourbon, a little darker than the thick tresses on her head. At her long legs that he wanted wrapped around him again.

  God! How had he ever thought a few days with her would ever be enough? Even now, only moments after an orgasm that had rocked his body, his cock was hardening again in anticipation of what was to come.

  Kenzi looked at him from beneath thick eyelashes that formed a curtain for her honey-gold eyes. When she ran her tongue in a leisurely swipe over her lower lip, Trey was afraid he’d come just from that alone. He reached down and grabbed his wallet from where he’d dropped it on the floor, and retrieved three condoms from it.

  “Either you’re very optimistic,” Kenzi teased, “or you have impressive stamina.”

  “I don’t want to run out.” He winked and dropped the condoms on the nightstand.

  Then the time for teasing was past. He knelt between her legs, took a long moment just to appreciate the exciting, sexy, incredible woman stretched out before him, then began to kiss his way up her body. Her skin had a delicate floral scent to it that made his senses stand up and shout, the aroma so erotic he took his time working his way up from her slender ankles. The taste of her skin was tantalizing, like the appetizer before a feast, and he licked and nibbled slowly, moving from one ankle up an elegant leg and down the other. His problem, he realized, would be maintaining his self-control. He was gripped by an intense urge to devour every bit of her at once.

  He forced himself to move quickly from her sex, not pausing or he’d lose himself there and miss the other areas of pleasure. With the tip of his tongue, he traced from her navel up to the valley between her breasts, then paused to bite softly at each taut nipple. When Kenzi grabbed his head and tried to push it lower, he laughed, a low, guttural sound. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and forced her arms to her sides. Then he held her captive like that while he sucked her nipples, grazing them with his teeth and taking little nips of her firm breasts.

  Beneath him, her body was writhing, her hips pushing at him, her legs hooked over his. The pulse at the hollow of her throat pounded and her breathing was fast and choppy. He loved the low, sexy little hum she made as he teased and tormented her. Then, when he knew he was reaching the end of his own rope, he slid down her body, lifted her legs over his shoulders and used his thumbs to open her sex to him. Her glistening pink flesh made his mouth water and the scent of her musk had him craving a taste of her. He’d need all his control not to rush things here.

  Using every bit of his learned discipline, he tamped down the orgasm that wanted to rush through his body right then. This was for her. He took long, slow licks of her tempting flesh, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit and using the tip to trace the rim of her opening. The feel of her heels as she dug them into his back in an effort to lift herself closer to him made him even harder, if that was possible.

  He used his big body to hold her in place, knowing that would increase her desire even more, while he licked and teased over and over, alternating with tiny bites of her swollen bud. She pushed against him as hard as she could, the sounds of need becoming one long moan as he took her higher and higher.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged.

  He groaned his pleasure then thrust his tongue inside her, sliding it in and out while he pinched and tugged on her clit. Sliding one hand beneath her ass, he eased a finger into the cleft and pressed hard against her opening there.

  And she exploded on his tongue, her hips pushing at him, heels pressing into him. Spasms racked her body as she came hard, her liquid pouring into his mouth. He relished its tart-sweet taste, thrusting in and out of her hot flesh, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as her thighs pressed tight again
st him.

  Slowly the shudders rippling through her subsided and the tension in her body eased. When she was limp beneath him, he moved up to cup her face and press his mouth to hers so he could share her taste with her. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with passion, her brandy-colored hair swirling on the pillow like strands of silk, and he thought she looked absolutely gorgeous. Of all the women he’d been with—and if he took a moment to reflect, there had been a damn long list of them—none had ever touched him the way Kenzi Bryant did. Nor had the sex ever been so intense and incredible.

  What’s going on here, anyway?

  “Okay?” he asked, touching his lips to hers.

  “More than.” Her lips curved in a sexy smile. “How about you?”

  “Just great.”

  He shifted so he lay next to her, on his side, and rolled her so she was spooned against him. Her breathing was still choppy and, when he cupped her left breast, he could feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath the skin. The curve of her ass was soft against his cock, which was already hardening again and ready for action.

  “I think I feel something nudging me,” she chuckled, and did a teasing little wriggle of her butt.

  “It’ll do a lot more than nudge you if you don’t keep still,” he warned, and gently bit the lobe of her ear.

  “Really,” she drawled, and did it again.

  “Keep that up and I might have to spank you.”

  She stilled against him, and he wondered if his teasing had gone too far.

  Then she wriggled again. “Promises, promises.”

  “Be careful who you tease, woman.” He nipped her earlobe again. “I might have to make good on that, then fuck you senseless.”

  For a long moment she lay quiet, but then she turned in his arms, rolled to her knees and pushed him flat on his back.

  “In that case, I should get my licks in first.” The smile she gave him was positively wicked.

  He lay there, wondering what she had in mind, and telling himself how lucky he was that this woman had dumped a plate of food on him. None of the women he’d been with in a long time were as unrestrained and playful and responsive as she was, without demanding anything in return. Even the ones who said they only wanted something quick and dirty clung a little too long when he got ready to walk away.

  In the back of his mind, a little thought tried to climb to the surface. What if he doesn’t want to walk away this time?

  Then she wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, slid the other hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, and his brain shut down completely. Heat shot through his body and he clenched his fists as he reached for some measure of control.

  Her fingers were whispers of contact as she stroked him from root to tip, a gentle glide up and down. He forced himself to lie still, eyes closed, giving himself over to the magic of her touch. Every nerve in the skin sheathing his cock was alive and dancing in response and blood pounded in his ears.

  “Close your eyes.” Her voice was commanding yet soft.

  He wanted to keep them open, to look at her while she pleasured him. He loved the sight of her on her knees next to him, the curve of her back as she bent over his shaft, the fall of her hair like a cascade of aged brandy. Jesus! When did he get so fucking poetic? Was he losing his mind?

  Just then she closed her mouth over the head of his dick, ran the tip of her tongue over the soft skin of the head then slid her lips down to take all of him in her mouth. Holy shit! If his eyes had been open, he was sure they’d be crossed. Her lips were gentle but firm, and as she moved them up and down, she added a swipe of her tongue. The tempo increased, the friction of her hand on him making every nerve come alive.

  He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to make the sensations last as long as he could, but the familiar tightening of the muscles at the small of his back was the signal that he was close to orgasm. Kenzi seemed to sense it, because she increased the pace even more and began a rhythmic squeeze of his balls.

  Then he exploded into her mouth, his body jerking as his cock pulsed again and again. The sensation of his cum sliding onto her tongue made him come so hard he thought the top of his head would explode.

  At last she loosened her lips on his shaft and stroked his balls instead of squeezing them. When she had sucked every drop from him, she slid her tongue from root to tip one last time and released him from the grip of her mouth. She peppered his cock and balls with soft kisses before at last sitting back on her heels.

  When he opened his eyes, she was watching him, her lips curved in a smile of satisfaction.

  “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly.

  She nodded. “Damn straight. Be honest and tell me you respond like that all the time. Or even often.”

  He had to take a moment to catch his breath. He’d thought his head had exploded when he took her against the door, like some rutting animal, and had come like a maniac. But this made everything else seem mild by comparison. He lifted one hand and brushed the silk of her skin with gentle strokes, his fingers following the curve of her body.

  He glanced down to where his cock lay limp against his thigh. Well, it had certainly had a workout. He sifted his gaze to her face again, caught up in the desire still flaring in her coffee-colored eyes.

  “I think you’re gonna kill me,” he chuffed.

  “That would never do.” She kissed his limp cock then his mouth. “I should probably give you time to recharge.”

  “I think we can both use it,” he reminded her and pulled her down so she was lying next to him.

  Her body was soft and warm against his, her curves fitting perfectly. He was almost embarrassed to think about the amount of sex he’d enjoyed in his life, and how he’d always separated himself from it emotionally. He had the uncomfortable feeling that might not be possible this time and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. Maybe this was all she wanted, too, and that would solve the problem.

  Maybe.

  What he did know was that he was nowhere near ready to walk away from this.

  Chapter Four

  “I know the way around your kitchen,” Trey murmured into the crook of her neck. “How about I fix some coffee for us while you hang out in bed?”

  She chuckled. “Are you hoping to get lucky again?”

  He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “If I got any luckier I’d need oxygen. But right now, I’ll settle for caffeine.”

  Kenzi curled her hands around the mug he had brought her, sitting cross-legged on the bed and sipped the hot liquid, more wide-awake than she would have expected after a night of the most intense sex she had ever experienced. Her body had been used in the most exquisite ways and she was sure she had exceeded her allotment of orgasms for the week, if not the month. Who knew that this very sexy Delta Force soldier she had taken home for a weekend would turn out to be the man of her dreams? At the very least, of her erotic dreams.

  Over the rim of her cup she watched him with his own coffee, drinking in the sight of him. He had pulled on his jeans to answer the door and they hung low on his hips, unzipped, exposing his perfect abs, flat stomach and just a hint of the thick, curly hair on his groin. Hair she’d run her fingers through again and again before closing them around his very impressive cock. Last night had been…memorable was too weak a word for it.

  She wished that her job, the one she loved so much, the one that was going to make her a corporate star, would disappear for just a few days. What was that all about? Her job was everything, right? From the day she’d started law school it had been her entire focus. So what’s the deal here?

  She swallowed a sigh. “I have to go into the office today.”

  Trey frowned. “On Saturday?”

  “Some things don’t play by a calendar. The firm is doing a new project for a client and I’ve been given the main responsibility for it.”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “That’s a kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”


  She nodded. “It is. The client is the head of a large cattle and mineral operation that’s expanding into other areas. They’re setting up a new international finance corporation to manage the money for the new divisions.”

  He frowned. “Sounds complicated.”

  Kenzi grinned at him. “I like complicated. Anyway, Alex Reyes has been a client of the firm for many years—I think their first major one, as a matter of fact—and provides a lot of billable hours with the work we do for him. Reed Calhoun, the senior partner who handles him, practically kisses this guy’s ass to keep him happy.”

  “So, this is a big deal for you, right?”

  She nodded. “It can be huge. I’ve been an associate for six years and Calhoun hinted I’m sort of on the partner track.”

  “And that’s an even bigger deal. Even an idiot like me knows that much.”

  She frowned. “I don’t exactly see you as an idiot, Sergeant McIntyre. You don’t get where you are or do what you’re doing without brains.”

  He placed his cup on the nightstand and sat down next to her, stroking her arm.

  “Just yanking your chain, sugar. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re about ten cuts above the women I usually spend my fun time with.”

  She frowned and set her own cup aside. “Don’t you take this the wrong way, but I’m guessing that’s a deliberate choice on your part, so you don’t have any regrets about walking away.”

  “I might not get away so clean this time,” he whispered.

  Kenzi wasn’t sure she wanted him to explain. She treated relationships the same way, here today and gone tomorrow. But Trey McIntyre was beginning to wriggle past her Do Not Pass Go sign and she wasn’t sure how she wanted to handle it. Especially now that she was working on a high priority case with Reed Calhoun and saw partnership signs in her future.

  He brushed his mouth over hers, a feathery touch. Just the contact of his lips was enough to start the pulse throbbing low in her belly again and her nipples hardening. She needed to get in the shower and get out of there. A quick stroke of her fingers on his cheeks, then she pushed away from him.