Page 53 of Danger Close
I pressed my legs together, feeling the need for friction as a small gasp escaped my lips. He unbuckled his belt. The whoosh of leather on fabric sent a shiver of sweet anticipation through me as he casually slipped it from the loops in one, fluid movement.
Mon Dieu!
My eyes shuddered, as I watched him undress. My mouth was dry, my heart thumping with desire and more. I was drowning in desire.
In one smooth motion, his thumbs hooked the front of his trousers, popping the button and sliding it down his muscular thighs until they dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of them, toeing his socks off at the same time, before he walked forward, closing the space between us.
“Sweetheart.” His tongue darted out as he slowly, patiently, pulled down the blanket to expose my legs. “Still beautiful.”
There was truth in his gaze. His fingers, again, went to the hem of the shorts. His eyes looked between the two of mine, searching for something. Approval? Consent? Or was he looking for rejection? If he was, he’d find none.
“You’re beautiful.” I ached to believe his adoration. “I want you very,verybadly. But I don’t want to do something you’ll regret.”
He pulled my shorts and underwear off of my legs, and he threw them on the ground to join the rest of his discarded garments.
“I won’t regret it.” I would. But I didn’t care. I wanted him.
“You will. You will if I hurt you. You will if Iscareyou.” He placed his palm on my hip, teasing the hem of my shirt before slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. No questions asked. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” I was growing impatient. Was this part of his foreplay?
My eyes shuttered as his roughened palms grazed my skin. The sheer pleasure of his touch was enough to give me ecstasy.
“Give me your eyes, Princess. Look at me.”
Pleasure prickled along my skin, as I tried to comply. My eyes fluttered open, only to close again when his hand gripped my thighs to spread them apart.
“Baby, I need your eyes. I need you to look at me.”
I whimpered but obeyed.
“There you are. Keep your eyes on me. Your eyes will tell me before your lips if something changes in you. I need to know where your mind is at all times while we do this. Do you understand?”
“H-How… How can you know?” No one else had seen as much as he had. How was he able to see into my soul? “What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for signs of…” He shook his head, and he shut his mouth, probably choosing not to tell me anything more. “Distress.”
He bent down, pulling up the hem of the shirt, exposing my abdomen to his gentle kisses. All the time, his eyes never left mine.
“I’m searching for signs of fear. Of you mentally checking out. Of PTSD.” His breath teased my core, drifting over my sensitive inner thighs. “I’ll know it when I see it.”
He kissed down to the faded stretch marks earned from carrying our child. He kissed each one, lightly grazing the flesh of his teeth before he moved further down, to the barely trimmed hair on my mound.
His fingers found their target first, lightly grazing my swollen clit as he moaned with pleasure, “So fucking wet for me.”
My thighs tensed in anticipation and desire as he grazed the tip of his nose down the inside of my thighs. He was scenting me, like an animal. It was primal, natural. The way he licked his lips was animalistic, raw, and made my core clench.
“Please!” I begged. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
The amusement in his eyes when he looked up at me was so alluring and so devastatingly lustful that my heart burst from my chest.
He tenderly, slowly, placed one finger at my entrance, then two. My chest rose and fell with my ragged breaths. I was so hungry for him. I was so devastatingly hungry that I thought I would burst into flames and burn to ash.
“God damnit, Cobra,” I complained, gritting my teeth when all he did was lightly press into me. “Don’t tease me anymore. Please.”
“Princess—” He bent down, and in one delicious movement licked up my pussy. “To you? I’m Joe.”
I screamed, my sensitive body responding to everything he was doing. He’d never been this controlled. He’d always been the first to give in to temptation and plunge in, reaching for his release. I used to love his eagerness. I loved teasing him, and toying with his lust. Now, he was paying me back.
