Page 68 of Silent Comrade
As he sucked her nipple between his lips andflicked his tongue over the tip, she clenched her grip on his neck,shooting bolts of is-it-my-turn right through his dick.
“Al,” she breathed.
What she’d give to call him his actual name.Secrets. This entire experience was built on half-truths. A twingeof guilt nailed him in the solar plexus.
Hey, he couldn’t change the facts of thesituation, but he could focus on the here and now. Right now hewanted to taste every bit of the woman squirming in his arms. Thethrob in his leg from tonight’s injury faded away, replaced by adifferent kind of throb.
He lifted his head from her chest and kissedher deeply until they both panted. “What do you want, sweets?”
“I want you.”
He smiled. “Be more specific. You’re incontrol tonight.” He palmed her breasts, panting as his fingerspressed into the softness.Don’t let me hurt her.
God, he hoped his transfer of control to herwasn’t wishful thinking. Even now, with an iron-willed grip on hisbaser viral impulses, he continued to run that knife’s edge wherehe could lose his ability to restrain the virus that begged himeven now to throw her on the floor, spread her legs, and plunge inas deeply as humanly possible. And never stop until she had beenmarked as his, inside and out. The virus wanted release, relief,completion. It wanted Britt. Now.
The viral need left little room for what shewanted, and Red would be damned if he wouldn’t focus on her desiresat this moment.
The way she ducked her head and smiledwasn’t innocent. That little gesture held the promise of a plan inmind. Red tilted her chin up. “Tell me what I can do for you. Toyou.”
“This is so much…” Her wavering gaze brushedpast him then away. Her soft voice nearly drove him to his knees.She blinked. “Can we use the back of the couch?”
Anything she wanted, he would make it work.“How?” Of course, Red had plenty of ideas, but he needed to fulfillher wishes.
After a pause, she stepped away from him,reaching under that short skirt to pull off the scrap of panties.All Britt had on was her short, crinkly skirt. And those silverbooties. Then she leaned forward on the couch, looking back overher shoulder as if for approval.
Oh, he approved all right. Ever muscle inhis body tensed, wanting to grab her, to stroke her. To be insideof her.
God help him, but her lean, smooth thighsdisappeared under the skirt. That damned skirt had tempted Red allnight long with what was hidden beneath. Even now, it stillconcealed his view of what he wanted most, but he was one stepcloser to finding out.
When he didn’t move, she gave a small groanand straightened up, pushing away from the couch. “Um, my bad. Thisis silly. Never mind.”
“No. Hell, no,” he growled. “Go right backwhere you were.Please.” He bit his thumb as she looked backat him. “I want to take it all in, how smoking hot and sexy youare. How lucky I am. All of it.”
“Okay,” she said, and he inhaled that onesmoky incense word.
In this position, Britt willingly madeherself vulnerable as she continued to watch over her shoulder,eyes wide. He recognized the gift. Trust. Safety. There was nothingthat could compel him to betray her. Ever.
Stepping forward, he wrapped his handsaround that tiny waist, absorbing her shudder at the first contact.Then he took his sweet time stroking every inch of her back, arms,and sides. He ran a hand up her neck, gripping her hair and tuggingher head back. His arms shook as he controlled his strength. Whenhe bent to kiss her shoulder, Britt’s knuckles whitened on thecushions. Her rib cage expanded and contracted, more quickly now.Little sighs and moans drifted back to him.
He wanted to give her pleasure, more than hewanted air.
For one night, he wanted something forhimself, too. He wanted to be the reason why she felt safe andcherished. For one night, he wanted to exist in a world far fromthe reality they faced.
As he slid his hands lower over her narrowhips, he crushed the skirt fabric in his fists with a delicious,buttery popcorn crinkle. With superhuman effort, he quelled theurge to rip the garment off her. Instead, he stroked her butt andthe backs of her lean thighs.
The tiny caramel moan whetted his appetiteeven more. He slid his foot between her legs and gently kicked themapart. Still he couldn’t see what he wanted, thanks to that damnedskirt.
He let his fingers discover her instead.
Slowly. He wanted to savor her. He bent theknee of his good leg, scooting her into an even wider stance.Nothing stood between him and her sweetness. The air crackledbetween them. His quick breaths and hers blended in a spinningcarousel of need.
Take her now,the virus screamed athim, like some base Neanderthal.
No. Slowly. “Britt.”
“Please,” she whispered.
Trailing his fingers up the inside of herleg, he encountered the warmth and liquid he craved. When he ran afinger between the satiny soft folds, she gasped and swallowed. Asher head dropped forward, he tugged back with the fist in her hair,keeping her upright and looking back at him. She whimpered, asparkling diamond sound raining over him. He feasted on those tinynoises. Wanted to hear them again and again.
