Page 79 of Under Pressure

“I still have to deploy. I still have to leave,” he explained. “I’ll be on a plane at the end of this week.”

“You’re leaving…so soon?” she asked, tensing. “For how long?”

“Eight months.”

She froze. He wasted no time running his hands down her frame, warming her.

He assured, “But I’ll come back.”

He watched her as she bit her lip, deep in thought. She was clearly on the fulcrum of a decision—to let him in or not. And damn, he wanted her to let him in. He wanted it more than anything.

“I’ll come back to you, if you want me to.”

She flitted her gaze back and forth, likely thinking through things. His heart pounded through his throat as he waited for her to say something—anything.

“Kendra,” he prompted, unable to wait. “Say something.”

“I love you, too.” She blinked, tears filling her eyes.

His chest felt light and airy as he closed the gap between them. Her words moved him, and he discovered something inside he hadn’t known was there. His feelings were for her were beyond those words.

“I just— I can’t quit you,” she whispered just as he lowered his mouth onto hers.

As he kissed her, tasting her lips, a moan rose up her throat. He slipped a hand upward to gently feel her neck, knowing it was still sore from where she’d been attacked. He caressed her delicate skin all the way up to her chin and cheek, playfully darting his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. Her mouth was supple and willing under him, and he set the pace for how he wanted to kiss her—slow yet passionate.

She whispered onto his lips, “And there may be an antidote, if I can just figure out how to reverse-engineer your edits—”

He pushed his fingers up her lips, telling her to stop.

“You are my antidote. You help me control it.” As he confessed, a warmth radiated through him like no other.

Feeling a little less hopeless for the first time in a long while, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up and into him as he deepened his kiss, his cock hardening with the prospect of exploring her yet again—and again and again. He grew more and more excited as he told himself that finally, she was all his. He could have her all to himself.

He had never been good at sharing.

He ran his thick paw up her thigh as he hiked up her leg, knowing exactly what he was going to do next. Her robe slipped open and he felt every inch of her hip and waist. Underneath her tank top, he caressed her incredibly soft skin to her breasts. Playfully working it, he twisted and pinched her nipple as they made out more heavily, him drawing those hot sounds he fucking loved out of her mouth.

He dropped his hand down her abdomen to search for the matching slickness between her legs, something he loved to taste. She grew breathless as he found the top of her silky shaved mound, tracing a line down her wet slit and pushing down her panties.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

It seemed to drive her crazy as he grazed his teeth down from her ears to her throat, but he made sure not to put too much pressure on her injured neck. Once she healed, there’d be a time for roughness and teaching her more lessons. He loved it as she slipped her hands under his dark shirt, feeling his flexing abdomen, whispering things about how hot he was. Taking it in, he slid his fingers all the way down, opening her, circling around her clit and feeling her arousal. Her pussy grew noticeably wetter and hotter with his touch, even more so when he pushed two fingers inside, searching for the spot that made her scream—his primary goal.

Determined, he gripped her waist with his other hand, feeling softness.

Aroused as hell, he grunted, “I love this new mommy-body you have.”

She tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure, and smiled at him—pure and sweet. God, it was too fucking much. He could feel her getting closer and closer, her back arching in that way he loved, grinding her pussy as he fucked her with his hand.

“I wish I’d been there,” he let out as she ran her hands down to his belt and fly, unzipping and releasing his hard, caged cock. He was ready to explode.

“You’re here now”—she pumped him up and down, playing with the pre-cum that adorned his thick head—“right where you belong.”

“Hell yeah,” he groaned, kissing her again, harder and faster.

“I don’t want you to leave again,” she panted as he brought her closer.

“Me neither,” he said, pushing himself inside her. “Especially not now.”

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