Wicked Nights (Men of Discovery Island 2)

Piper’s bathroom was getting dark, and he wished he’d thought to flip on a light when he’d made the return trip from her front door. He wanted to see her face as she made love to him. Had sex with him. Or maybe both, if he was lucky. He didn’t know what this was, but the way she made him feel was out-of-this-world good and like nothing he’d felt before.

Her mouth covered him, sinking down. His hips rose up to meet her, and he was putty in her hands. He could imagine the wicked gleam in her eyes if she knew. Which she had to, because he was making all sorts of noises. He skimmed his hands over her shoulders, her throat, tangling his fingers in her curls. At some point, she’d lost her tie and her hair was spread all over him. Another thing he liked too much.

“Come up here so I can kiss you.” The growly demand was back in his voice.

“You lost a bet, Cal.” Her fingers did something positively wicked to him at the same time. “Tonight’s mine and I’m in charge.”

She lifted her mouth off him just enough to get the words out. Each word was a hot whisper over his skin. Nope. He wouldn’t be lasting long tonight, and his imminent loss of control was only partly due (very, very partly due) to the fact he hadn’t had sex in months.

Losing, however, didn’t seem like such a bad thing when she put it that way.

Just to prove his point, she licked her way up the length of him.

“Please?” The word sounded needier than he liked, but it worked.

Piper paused. Her fingers squeezed him deliciously, briefly, and then she slid up his body. Her parts fit against his as she leaned in to kiss him.

His own hands got busy, stripping off her shirt and cupping her breasts, skimming the curves until he found the clasp in front. One quick flick, and she was shrugging out of the bra he’d admired so much. Her lingerie was still pretty, he decided—it was just that she was so much prettier. His eyes were getting used to the dark. Piper was all soft shadows and dark curves, but his imagination hadn’t done her justice or considered the possibility of her intriguing tan lines and the paler places where her bikini had covered her up. Barely.

Right now, though, he was focused on baring her.

She liked what he was doing, too. She stilled for a moment before melting into his touch. The fierce relief sweeping through him was almost as shocking as the fact that they were here. Getting naked together. He didn’t think Piper would go this far just to prove a point, but he’d never known with Piper. She was a leap-first, think-later kind of gal. Tonight, though, she was warm and willing, arching into his touch with a rough noise of pleasure. He wondered if he could make her scream. Or beg. Either one worked for him. Maybe both, if he were a very lucky man.

She kissed him harder and more fiercely, moving their kiss into new territory. This was no gentle meeting of their mouths but more like she’d decided to devour him, her tongue sweeping inside his mouth and taking what she wanted. He gladly opened for her.

He ran his hand down her back, tracing the straight arrow of her spine until he was cupping her butt through the silk of her panties. Since she wasn’t letting go of his mouth, he wasn’t asking for permission. Fair was fair.

Her thighs held his hips in a vise, and her mouth grew more frantic as she kissed him. He wanted to kiss her for hours, and yet at the same time, he wanted all of her right now. He pressed up into her sweet heat and about lost his mind. Since he wanted her lost with him, he moved his hand lower, curving his fingers inward to stroke her through her panties.

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“IF YOU LIKE these panties, take them off.” Cal’s growly voice in her ear stoked the heat building inside Piper higher. Her SEAL definitely meant business, and his demand only worked her up more. She’d never been one for orders, but this was one command she could work with.

Not waiting for an answer, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and tugged. Okay, then.

She obligingly shimmied out of them—they were her favorites, after all, and there was no point in sacrificing them to hot sex if she could save them—and the scrap disappeared somewhere in the direction of her bedroom, leaving her naked in front of Cal. She wasn’t so sure she was in charge anymore, but...it was okay. Scratch that. More than okay—more like downright fantastic.

“Shower time,” he said roughly.

Right. Shower.

“I don’t care.” She didn’t care anymore about concealing the truth. All she wanted was Cal and her bed, the two sounding like the perfect combination.

“Shh.” His mouth brushed hers and then he scooped her up with one arm and headed for the shower, which was fortunately more than big enough for two. The hot water had steamed up the bathroom, blurring the edges. He set her on her feet on the water-warmed tiles and then stepped in, six-plus feet of hot, wet male she couldn’t wait to hold. Even in the semidarkness, he was gorgeous, and when he held out a hand, it seemed natural to take it. His fingers curled around hers, pulling her into the stream of hot water. Nothing had prepared her for the heat, for the need burning through her.