Geomancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 5)

Motherfucker.

Groaning, he tangled his tongue with hers and explored the contours of her mouth. She doubled her efforts, biting and sucking as she climbed onto his lap.

To kiss her hadn’t been his plan, but now that he’d tasted her, he turned as feral as a rabid animal. He ate her lips like a starving man. He was starving—for her touch, her sassy mouth, her laughter. He’d take any crumbs she’d give. Since Santiago, he’d been through hell and back, and salvation was right there in his arms. The moment was real. No more dreaming.

She kissed him back like she meant it, like she wanted it. He dragged his palms over the curve of her hip and her breast under the leather jacket. Underneath the fabric of the T-shirt, the warmth of her skin teased him. Arching her back, she grinded against him and slipped her hands under his T-shirt to glide her palms over his chest. His cock jerked in response. If she was giving, so help him, he wouldn’t be able to resist. He’d be taking.

Breaking the kiss, she said in a hoarse voice, “Touch me.”

Fuck, yes.

He pushed the jacket from her shoulders and helped her to free her arms before crumpling the hem of her T-shirt into a fist. When she lifted her arms, he didn’t hesitate. He pulled the T-shirt over her head. Their movements were jerky, their need urgent. She kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her jeans, and guided his hand there. When he dipped two fingers inside her panties, he found her wet.

She wanted him.

“Pussycat,” he said with a growl. “If you want to stop, now is the time.”

“I want you.” There was no hesitation in her voice. “I need this.”

He got up and held out his hand. When she placed her palm in his, he pulled her to her feet and down the dip of the dune. Inside the crater, they were hidden from sight and protected from the breeze.

Undressing quickly, he laid his T-shirt on the sunbaked sand before pushing her jeans and underwear over her hips and feet. He held her hand to prevent her from falling as she stepped out of her jeans and panties. He acted fast, before she could change her mind, and removed the last barrier of clothing by taking off her bra. Finally, she stood naked in front of him, so beautiful it hurt to look at her. Her curves were simultaneously familiar and new—comforting like homecoming and as exciting as if it were their first time. Only the scar on her shoulder was different, always a reminder of how close he’d come to losing her. That knowledge speared through him, hot and anguished, demanding her surrender and his total control.

He guided her to his T-shirt. “On your hands and knees, kitten.”

Obediently, she went down on all fours for him. The T-shirt wasn’t much, but at least it protected her palms and knees from the sand. He kneeled behind her, letting her ass cushion his groin. When she pushed against him, he pressed a kiss on her back before gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks. Sitting on his heels, he licked her pussy from top to bottom. She shivered as he sucked her clit into his mouth and speared his tongue through her folds. He was so drunk on her taste he could barely remember his own name. His cock ached with a need to be inside her. Grabbing the base, he pulled the crest over her slit to gather her arousal. It mixed with the pre-cum leaking from his cock to lubricate her folds. He rubbed the slickness around her clit, teasing her with gentle pressure.

Her voice trembled. “Please, Sean.”

He couldn’t deny her, but it was too soon. He needed the moment to last. Gently, he eased a finger inside her pussy. Her inner muscles gripped the digit hard, making his cock twitch. Another drop of pre-cum gathered on the crest. She moaned when he started fucking her slowly with his finger.

“More,” she said, breathing hard. “Please.”

To hell with making it last. He didn’t want her to beg. He slipped his free hand around her waist and between her legs to massage her clit. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

She broke with a soft cry, her body drawing tight in his hold. She was so fucking beautiful, spread for him and glistening with her orgasm, the proof that she wanted him.

She looked at him from over her shoulder. “I need you inside me.”

“Asia,” he said with warning. “I don’t have a condom.” He didn’t exactly plan for this.

“I don’t care.”

There could be consequences, but none of them could make him walk away from this—from her. Grabbing the permission she gave, he positioned his cock at her entrance. With a shallow thrust, he buried the head of his cock between her folds. She inhaled sharply. Her pussy lips stretched around him, the sight alone enough to make him come. It took all the willpower he could muster to keep still. He gave her a couple of seconds to adjust while running a finger around where their bodies were joined, spreading arousal to her clit. Fuck, she was tight. He pushed the pad of his thumb on the swollen little nub at the top of her folds and pushed in deeper.