The Dom Identity (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 2)

Weeks. She could have weeks with him, with a man who was contracted to protect her. That was part of his role. Why shouldn’t she take this time?

“So I’ll tell you what I like,” he murmured. “I like being in control during sex. I like having a sexual partner who trusts me, and I’ll work hard to earn that. I like sinking into sex and spending a long time exploring my partner’s body. I’ll want to study you while you’re naked. I’ll use my eyes first and take in every inch of your loveliness, including all your scars and imperfections because those make you human.”

He worked the button on her slacks.

She had to think to form the words she wanted to say. He had her in a fog of anticipation. “Do I get to see your scars?”

“There are a lot of them, and yes, I’ll want you to accept them.”

Because he was a military man. Had been. He was a man who worked. He was being offered membership to this club likely because he’d done work for Julian and Julian’s partners. He wasn’t some overly privileged asshole. He was a real man, and it had been a long time since she’d met one of those. “I will.”

Something warm ran along her ear. His tongue. God, he was using his tongue to trace the shell of her ear, and that sensation seemed to go straight to her pussy.

What was this man doing to her?

He eased the zipper of her slacks down. “You might regret that promise. I’ve got some spectacularly nasty scars, and not only from my time in the Navy. I grew up on a ranch.”

He was a cowboy? She could see that. He was being open and honest with her in a way no one had for a long time. It was intoxicating. He didn’t know who she was, and he was treating her like a normal woman, like someone he wanted to seduce.

She was starting to think it might not be so bad to be seduced by Michael Malone.

His big palm flattened against her stomach, fingers teasing against the waistband of her undies.

“I’ll look at you and then I’ll touch you. I’ll close my eyes and let my hands stroke against your skin,” he whispered. “Like I’m about to do now.”

His hand slipped under her cotton panties and toward her pussy. Warmth spread through her as he inched his way closer and closer.

The arm around her found a place right under her breasts, and she was aware of them, too.

“When I’m done touching you, what do you think I’ll do?”

The question skimmed over her skin, a warm temptation. “Will you kiss me?”

“Oh, I’ll likely kiss you everywhere. This is what I meant by indulging in sex,” he replied. “You’re thinking about sex, concentrating on how close my fingers are to your clitoris. You’re not thinking about work or anything you’re worried about. You’re letting your body lead the way. And I’m not thinking about how lonely I am. I’m thinking about how good you smell. God, you smell like sex.”

She laid her head against his and let him maneuver her into a position where her legs were spread, and she could feel the hard line of his erection against her backside. He was lonely? The words penetrated. His open vulnerability blasted through her walls in that moment, and she gave over. She let her legs fall fully open, her body relax as he found her core and stroked her.

“Yes, that’s what I want. That’s what I need from you.” He nipped her ear again, sending a jagged sensation through her that did nothing to draw her out of the pleasurable fog he’d put her in.

So easily. He’d gotten her here faster than she’d ever gone before. He’d brought out some side of her that she’d thought had vanished forever.

She could feel how wet she was, how his finger slid over her sensitive flesh. Pleasure began to build inside her, and all she had to do was lie back and let him touch her. He was holding her up. She didn’t even need to balance herself because Michael was taking care of her.

God, she was so lonely, too.

Her lungs worked overtime, breasts moving against his hand as he rubbed circles over her clitoris and whispered dirty, glorious promises in her ear.

She could have this from him whenever she needed it. He would be her Dom, and her safety and pleasure was his job, and he was so very happy to do his job.

She didn’t want him to stop, wanted to stay in this moment for as long as possible, but the wave burst over her, and she couldn’t hold it off. Couldn’t stop the pleasure that warmed her bones or the cry that came from her mouth.

Her body felt languid as she relaxed against him.