To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

“Ouch.” She moved behind him, going through all the scars she could find. Finally, he turned and pulled her up, drawing her against him, loving the feel of her skin against his.

“Enough,” he told her.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow. Empathy. God, she was killing him. How could she still be so gentle and good considering everything that had happened to her?

He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her lightly before grabbing her around the waist and lifting her, placing her back on the bed. Then he knelt beside her, staring down at her.

“I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you.”

She looked down at his cock then reached out with one hand, hesitating before she touched him, looking up at him. A ridiculous surge of pleasure filled him at the way she looked at him, waiting for his lead. He nodded. “Touch me.”

He hadn’t quite anticipated how good it would feel to have her soft hand surround him… as fuck…she ran her hand up and down his cock, and he had to grit his teeth not to come like a teenager.

He wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up. Her touch might be a little hesitant and clumsy, but that didn’t mean he was any less aroused. When she flicked her thumb over the head of his dick, he knew he couldn’t last any longer.

“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“I am?”

Her delight made him smile. She was too cute.

He drew her hand away and practically fell on her. His movements were a little hurried and rough, but her murmurs of pleasure told him she was just as turned on as he was. He ran a finger through her folds, discovering she was still wet. When he flicked her clit, she arched up, pressing her hips against him.

“Curt! Please!”

He lined himself up and thrust deeply. Too late, he remembered he wasn’t sheathed.

“Fuck. Condom.”

“It’s okay. I’m clean,” she told him. “I was tested before I went to Sudan. There’s been no one since.”

“I’m clean too. Pregnancy?”

Not that the thought of her growing round with his baby wasn’t a pleasant one, but they had a way to go before they got to that point.

“It’s okay. It won’t happen.”

She was covered then. Satisfaction filled him at the idea he got to take her with nothing between them. He drew back then thrust forward. Although he wanted to savor the moment, his body had other ideas. He spread her legs wide, rubbing his thumb against her clit until he felt her shudder beneath him, then she cried out her release. His balls tightened before he exploded and fell over into fucking goddamn bliss.

Chapter Fourteen

Jenna rolled over, coming fully awake as she bumped into a hard, warm body. She turned onto her back and placed her hand over her eyes. “Shit.”

So, last night hadn’t been a dream. She’d slept with Curt.

“Fuck.”

“Watch your swearing,” Curt muttered in a husky voice.

“I’m not a child anymore, Curt,” she snapped. Damn, her head was throbbing. She really shouldn’t have had those last few shots. Then maybe she wouldn’t have ended up fucking Curt.

Oh, hell, who was she kidding? It wasn’t the alcohol’s fault she’d ended up in bed with him, having the hottest night of sex she could ever have imagined. She’d wanted him for forever, and now that she’d had him, no one else would ever come close. He’d ruined her.

She wasn’t even sure what had changed. She’d thought he saw her as a cousin, not a lover.

He suddenly rolled toward her, leaning up so he loomed over her. Her breath caught in her throat. Oh, hell, he really needed to shave because he looked way too hot with that sexy stubble on his face.

“I think we’ve established that I in no way see you as a child.” He pulled the sheet down, revealing one of her breasts, the nipple already puckered and hard, ready for him. Crap, it was so embarrassing how easily she became turned on around him.