Red Awakening (Red Zone 2)

Automatically, his hands came up to cradle her hips. He should have lifted her off, but she felt so damn good. Keiko leaned in to nuzzle his neck as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it from his shoulders. Her palms smoothed over his chest, mapping his muscles, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

He was torn, split in two. His mission. His target. And he desperately wanted to be deep inside of her. To bury himself in her wet heat and lose himself in her passion. He was going to die from wanting her. It was a hunger that overrode his sense of duty, his conscience, his every hesitancy. Nothing could compete with his desperation for her. Not logic nor his team. Nothing.

The decision was made, and he’d deal with the consequences later. Clasping her face in his hands, he stared into her huge, dark eyes. “If this is what you want, here and now, then you get it. Because, no matter what happens with us, know this—right now, I want you more than is healthy for me.”

“Then stop talking and touch me,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Yes ma’am.” Mace smiled back at her.

As he ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, she slid a hand down his body and between them, unfastening his pants to take his throbbing cock in her hand.

He let out a low, aching moan as she stroked his length. “Yeah. That’s it. Harder. Hold it tighter.”

“Like this?” She did as he demanded, and his hips shot upward, pressing him farther into her grasp.

“Just like that,” he gasped.

She angled her body over his, and he felt her hot, wet opening tease the head of his cock. “Tell me you want me,” she demanded.

“Never wanted anything more.” He squeezed out the words. Aching with each one.

She stilled above him, her lips a hairsbreadth away from his. Her hand held his cock tight, as though she owned him. Because she did.

“Best. Birthday. Ever.” She breathed the words against his mouth.

Her eyes molten, she sank down on top of him, engulfing him in her heat. She was tight, wet, perfect. As he slowly filled her, her head fell back with a desperate moan.

“Damn.” His fingers dug into her hips, holding on for his life until he was seated deep within her. “Condoms.” He forced out the word. “We need condoms.”

Her smile was a secret, her eyes dazed with lust. “I checked your club data. You’re safe. And I have an implant.”

“Damn. Forgot about that. You make me lose my mind.”

“Am I supposed to feel bad about that?” Bending closer, she nipped his bottom lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. Her hips rotating, she ground against him, making them both moan.

Although she’d robbed him of his senses and he could barely think straight, there were things that needed to be said. Threading his fingers through her hair, he angled her face toward him. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Slowly, lust-dazed eyes hit his.

“This is real.” He hoped she heard the truth in his voice, along with the desperation that she believe him. “Whatever happens next. Remember what I’m telling you. This, right now, it’s real. I want you. You want me. We needed this. And it’s real.”

From the look on her face, he knew his words were getting lost in the haze of passion. He cupped her cheeks, making her concentrate on him. “Promise me, Keiko. Promise me that no matter where things go with us, you’ll never think this time, this moment right now, wasn’t real. Because this is as real and as honest as it gets for me. I need you to know that.”

Her brow puckered as her eyes cleared for a second. “I don’t understand, but I promise.”

With that, Mace slammed his mouth onto hers. She tasted like heaven, and she gave herself without a second’s hesitation. He kissed her with all of him, holding nothing back, giving her everything he had to give. Giving her honesty in this at least, hoping she understood what he was telling her: with his lips, his hands, his will.

They broke apart, panting, dazed. The feeling of being surrounded by her was all that mattered.

“This is so good,” she groaned, rocking her hips. “So good.”

Eyes closed, lips parted, her head fell back. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. She rolled her hips, riding him slow and easy.

He surged up to meet her, holding her tight, taking over when the sensations seemed to become too much for her and she lost her rhythm. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her breath a rapid, desperate panting. She was on the edge, ready to explode, and Mace didn’t want to miss a second of it. He angled his hips to take her higher. Working to keep her on the edge. To make her feel every second. To give her everything. In that moment, his only thought was of Keiko, and he was her slave.

“Yes. I’m going to come,” she gasped as her muscles clenched around him.

“Wait for me.” His tone guttural, his command absolute.