“I’m Lily,” she whispered softly.
Kerr groaned as his thoughts went wild.
He was trapped in a bunker, left behind by his own choosing. Would they die down here? More than likely and yet, all he could think about was getting naked with the woman that he held.
He inhaled her scent, took it deep into his lungs and felt something strange explode deep inside of him.
“You’re so warm,” she said and then she tilted her head back to look up directly into his eyes. Her lips were parted. He could see the even white teeth and her tongue as it swept along her mouth.
He picked her up, held her close.
There were no words. He turned and headed toward the sleeping quarters.
Chapter Seven
The warm water hit their bodies and Kerr held Lily carefully as they stood still and let the wetness slide over their skin. It was soothing. He leaned back against the hard tiles, relishing the feel of her softness as she relaxed against him.
She’d not said one word when he’d started the water running. Or when he’d removed his boots and stripped his clothes. She’d watched in silence. Her eyes traveled the length of his body slowly, and when they’d rested on his straining cock she’d lingered before finding their way back to him.
When he helped her out of the blood-crusted shirt, he’d made sure to be careful, though the sight of the wound to her shoulder hit him hard in the gut. She had taken that for him.
When he slowly lowered her pants he’d had to look away from the tempting sight of her curls, the silken patch that hid her treasure. He was so hard already he knew it would be his undoing. He needed to go slow.
Through all of this she remained silent, though he caught the merest whisper of a groan when he’d pulled her into the steaming warmth of the shower. His hands skimmed the tops of her nipples as he pulled her close, their hard buds puckered and begging for his touch, her ass warm against his hardness.
They stayed like that for several long moments, his heart a steady beat beneath her creamy skin. When he reached for the soap and turned her around to face him she cocked her head to the side and closed her eyes.
He washed her long hair and then carefully caressed and massaged away the grime and stench of war. Her breathing quickened and he could feel her breasts fill beneath his touch as he held them and then moved on.
Once more he knelt before her, his hands working their way down her taut belly, over slim hips and thighs that were tight, trim. He turned her around and thought he couldn’t harden anymore, but his cock twitched painfully as she leaned against the tile. She was bent slightly from the waist and the sight of her rounded ass was nearly too much for him.
How the hell had he ever thought she was a man?
His hands slipped over the firm cheeks and she spread her legs slightly as he worked his way down, the lather his hands created slowly sliding away as he finished.
When he stood once more, he rinsed the grime from his own body and then she turned to face him.
Her hand reached for him and when she rested her palm against his chest, he felt such a rush of want and need that he growled like an animal. She smiled slightly and looked directly up at him.
“This might be our last night…together.” She paused and licked her lips, the blue of her eyes darkening as they fell to his mouth. “I think you should kiss me now.”
Lily held her breath as Kerr stared down at her. She’d never lost control like this before. In fact, of the five Black sisters, Lily had always been the sane one. The one to follow the rules.
But not now. Not in this time and this place. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted Kerr. It was raw, unbridled. She wanted to crawl inside his skin, to take his scent and essence directly into her own body. To breathe his air and feel the power of his soul.
She was wet, aching with need and her hand slid from his chest to travel down toward his wrist. Her fingers closed around his and she watched his irises darken until the golden flecks disappeared. When she rubbed his palm against the hot, damp juncture between her legs, he groaned loudly.
“You are unbelievable,” he said hoarsely, his fingers sought out her clitoris, his thumb massaging the engorged nub gently and he sank two long digits deep into the slick folds of her sex.
“Oh,” she whispered softly, her eyes never leaving his.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered and she did, wincing slightly as her shoulder twitched in pain.
She could feel his fingers begin to move inside of her, their strength easily pushing against the pulse points until she began to tremble. His thumb continued its assault, spreading electric fire along her wet flesh. The intensity of his emotion was reflected in the excitement that laced his eyes, turning them into black liquid velvet.
And that only fuelled her desire to greater heights.
He lowered his head and then his warm mouth was upon her own, his tongue invading, licking at her teeth, filling her with his taste. She groaned and slid her right hand up along his shoulders. He was muscular and she could feel him straining, as if he was afraid he’d break her.