He slid his hands down to the snap on her jeans, popped it open, and yanked down the zipper so fast, he was afraid he’d broken it. But he couldn’t wait a moment longer to see every bit of her naked. He stopped when he saw the teeny bit of lace and satin that passed for her bikini panties then, using his teeth to grasp the top of the fabric, he dragged it down her legs, grabbed it with his fingers, and tossed it to the side where her bra had landed.
And there it was, the promised land, the mound of her sex, tiny curls of ebony hair neatly trimmed and only covering the barest minimum of skin. He eased her legs apart and allowed himself to just stare at the glistening pink flesh that barely concealed the entrance to her body.
Jesus!
He wanted to ease his cock in there and fuck her until he had no energy left. Instead, he knelt on the floor between her legs, eased the lips of her sex open, and drew a long, slow lick with his tongue.
Fuck!
He had never tasted anything that good in his life, and he’d been satisfying his appetite for a very long time. The best liquor he’d ever had never tasted this good. He treated himself to another lick, and another, the tiny sounds of satisfaction Beck was making, spurring him on even more and making his cock so hard, it almost hurt.
He lifted her legs to plant her feet on the bed, opening her even more, and then went at it with hunger and intensity. He licked and tasted and ran the tip of his tongue along the flesh on either side of her opening. He closed his lips over the plump nub of her clit then tugged it with his teeth. The delicious noises kept drifting from her lips, and she pressed her heels into the bed, lifting herself to him.
He eased one finger inside her, then another, and finally a third, setting up a rhythm, and she rode them hard. Her inner walls spasmed, harder and more intensely. He closed his teeth over her clit again and gently bit down on it.
And she exploded.
She rode his mouth and his fingers harder and harder, her orgasm so intense, he wondered if it would ever stop. Jesus, he was so turned on, he had to use every bit of self-control to keep from detonating. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, a woman had affected him this way.
When at last the tremors slowed, he moved enough to rip his own clothes off and roll on a condom with hands that shook unbelievably. He slid his hands beneath the firm, sweet cheeks of her ass, lifted her to meet him and, with one hard thrust, drove into her hot, wet, waiting sex.
Oh sweet Jesus!
He had to close his eyes and take a deep breath, centering himself so he didn’t go off in seconds. He opened his eyes to look at her and saw her looking right back at him, hunger still burning in her eyes. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, a tiny gesture that made his hard cock twitch inside her hot channel.
He took a long, controlled breath to center himself and began to move, thrusting his cock in and out of her in slow, steady strokes. But when she squeezed him with her internal muscles, he picked up the pace, faster and faster, until he was pounding her so hard, it shook the bed. He gritted his teeth to hold on until he knew she was ready, but it was worth it. When they exploded together, his cock throbbed, and her internal muscles spasmed around him.
He lost all sense of time and place, captured by the mesmerizing intensity of the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He poured himself into her slick heat, only regretting the thin latex barrier that prevented full intimate contact.
At last, the spasms slowed then finally faded. When the pounding of his heart slowed, he opened his eyes and looked at Beck, at the heat still evident in her eyes, along with the glow of satisfaction. He knew he should ease himself from her tight sheath, but fuck! It just felt so good. He…
“Roman? Did you hear me?”
Beck was speaking so softly, it took a moment for her words to penetrate his brain.
The first thing he realized was he had apparently let his mind wander. Fucking bad move. He was a damned trained warrior, for fuck’s sake. He never let his mind wander like this, except Rebecca Morrissey seemed to be his Achilles’ heel. If anything happened to Leslie while he was daydreaming about sex, he’d kill himself. They could be dead while he was lost in wet dreams. He definitely needed to get his shit together and keep it together.
The second thing was his damn cock was so hard, he could probably move the boulders with it.
What the fuck?
The problem from the beginning was he’d never expected Beck Morrissey to leave such a lasting impression or for him to have such a hard time forgetting the best night of sex he’d ever had in his life. But it wasn’t just sex. She was the best woman he’d ever hooked up with. He was a loner who’d never had an interest in pairing up with anyone.
In four years, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. This opportunity to work with her again had popped up out of the blue. He’d had to really control himself not to jump into it too eagerly, or give himself away to Hank Patterson, who had a strong sense of intuition where people were concerned.
He’d done well during that first meeting of the three of them and managed to keep himself under control since then, except for the little hints he couldn’t help dropping to see if there was anything there on her side. And what the hell? Was he a teenager, trying to see if a female was hot for him? This was serious business, and thank god he managed to get his shit together. He was damn lucky to be part of Brotherhood Protectors. Hank Patterson had an unequaled reputation for the work he did, and Roman wasn’t about to fuck up his opportunity to be part of it.
He’d worried that it hadn’t been more than a hot night in the sheets to Beck, something he’d tried to impress on her that was all he saw it as. And he did his best to be careful around other members of the organization. But when he reached out to her with little hints of how he felt, that in four years whatever feelings he’d stirred in her were still hanging around, he was glad she didn’t shut him down. Maybe she had some reservations, but at least the door was open a tiny bit to resurrecting what they’d had, and maybe a lot more.
He moved slightly in place, doing his best to conceal his royal hard-on. Just what he needed, and apparently his dick was following its own lead.
“Sorry.” He shifted until he was not plastered against her and bent one leg so his fly was hidden by his thigh. “I think a sharp rock was digging into my ass. Anyway, I was just trying to analyze this situation and figure out if now was a good time to make our move. I don’t want to wait too long. We’ve got to find out for sure if they have Leslie and what’s the best way to get her away from them.”
“I’d say if we’re lucky, and she’s still alive, they might utilize her as some kind of insurance so they can move out of here. They’ve seen all of us on the mountain next to them by now and have to be weighing their options. They’ve managed to operate with complete stealth up until now. This throws a monkey wrench into their operations, and they have to figure out a way to deal with it.” She shook her head. “Damn. I hope she is still alive.”
“I think she is,” he assured her. “She’s a source of information for them and a bargaining chip. Come on. Let’s move. I want to get to the other side of this mountain so we can climb the other road and scope things out from there. Let me reach out to the others.”
And get my mind off sex—or anything else—with Beck Morrisey. At least for now.