Page 4 of Engaging his Enemy
Moving higher, he kissed along her neck until he was eye to eye with her. His cock was so engorged, even the friction of the change in position was threatening his control. He’d never been with a woman, having long since decided to wait for this one. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. Bracing his weight on his elbow, he reached down with his other hand and undid his belt. She held up a hand. “Wait.” Disappointment crested over him, but he worked to keep his expression the same as she struggled to sit up and turned back to look at him. “Lie on your back,” she whispered.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
He did as she asked, aware of the hard ridge of his penis tenting his pants as her stare moved down to see it. Then her hands were on him, carefully unzipping his fly and releasing his erection. He thought again of his need for a condom and wondered if his brother might have one he could use. But he was angry with Ben for the role he’d played in his parents’ death and was equally sure Ben would try to talk him out of making love to Davina.
He would pull out. His cock twitched with eager desperation, the thought of being inside her driving him insane as she lightly grazed his length before fisting her fingers around the base of his shaft and squeezing him tightly. He cursed under his breath and she quickly let him go. She suddenly looked scared.
He touched her arm. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
She nodded, reaching for his pants and pushing them down his body, then carefully removing his socks. She took off her open blouse, dropping it to the floor, then the bra that dangled from her arms before moving to the waistband of her skirt.
“I want to do it.” His voice was a growl, barely recognizable to his own ears. He wanted to undress her, needed to be the first man to take off the garments that hid her from view. His hands slipped beneath the fabric to cup her bare hips, taking her skirt and panties down in one movement, caressing her thighs and calves. His face was close to her mound, and he sniffed the heavily perfumed air at the apex of her thighs, his erection bouncing with his need to have her.
Davina was perfect, every curve of her body, the satiny feel of her skin, the way she pulled him on top of her despite her obvious fear. He needed to get lost in her, but he also needed this to be good for her, his inexperience telling him only to go as slowly as he could muster. He kissed her lips reverently, and she opened to him, taking him in her mouth as the head of his swollen cock pressed at the entrance to her body.
She was slick, and the first inch or two slipped inside with ease, the sensation of her enveloping heat better than any he’d ever known. But she tensed up beneath him, and he instinctively retreated, drawing his attention back to her mouth, her breasts, her waist as she once again pressed her hips against him. Gripping the base of his cock, he guided himself back into her tight channel. This time, she didn’t resist when he pressed farther inside.
He gasped with pleasure, desperate to thrust himself fully into her body. He lifted his head, his stare melding with hers in complete understanding. She wanted him no matter what that meant, be it pleasure or pain, fear or reckless abandon. He withdrew and thrust deeper into her core, pressing against a barrier that prevented further passage.
Bracing her shoulders with his arm, he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I love you.” With one hard thrust, he broke through the barrier and filled her completely, her body clenching in obvious pain. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Shhh…” he coddled.
Slowly she relaxed beneath him, though he dared not move. Her arms came around him and she held him tightly. “I love you, too.”
He lifted his head and she kissed him, her hands moving up and into his hair as her hips began to move. The sensation was at once overwhelming, his release already on the horizon as he met her movements with his own. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “You feel good.”
He needed to pull out before he came inside her, but making love to this woman was more powerful than his will to stop. He needed to stay with her, to be buried as deeply in her body as he could to chase the demons away that waited to choke him the moment he stopped.
He pumped harder, faster, deeper. With one final thrust, the world exploded in a rush of sensation and color, his climax ripping a feral growl from deep in his abdomen as he emptied himself into the woman he loved.
How could he have known she would betray him less than a week later?
A flight attendant stopped beside him, snapping his attention back to the present. “Would you care for a drink, sir?”
He felt an intense craving for something alcoholic and strong. “Water.”
She smiled the bright smile of a woman more interested in getting his number than serving him a beverage, and he turned away, looking out the window. They were nearing the airport, a cloudless sky showing they were closer to the ground than when he’d last checked, and his jaw hardened at the thought of landing in Houston.
It didn’t make any goddamn sense. If Wyatt really was his child, Davina must have known she’d been pregnant when she came to see him at basic training. Why in God’s name hadn’t she said something then, before she’d married his brother?
“Sir,” said the flight attendant, and he took the drink, thanking her. He drank it in one chug, instantly wishing he’d gone for vodka after all.
He swirled the ice in the plastic cup. Maybe Davina hadn’t known who the father was. Maybe she still didn’t know, and she was fucking with him to get him to help Ben. Her husband was being charged with murder. What wife wouldn’t go to great lengths to free the man she loved?
The thought pierced the armor that protected his heart. He flagged down the eager flight attendant with the slightest of waves. “Vodka, please. And make it a double.” He stared back out the window. The plane was about to land smack dab in the middle of hell, and he might as well do it with a drink in his hand.
3
Davina stood in her kitchen slicing fruit, a little black dog whining at her feet. “You don’t even like cantaloupe. You’ll just spit it out somewhere, and I’ll step on it in the middle of the night.” She added the cubes to a big bowl of fruit salad, the second thing she’d made since waking at four a.m.
Zach was on his way here, and there was no sleep for the wicked.
The dog whimpered as she opened the refrigerator, and she shook her head with a sigh, selecting a package of hot dogs instead of the grapes she’d meant to grab. “Just one.” The dog danced, his tail wagging furiously as she cut up the meat and put it in his dish. She ran her hand down his curly fur as he ate. “This is going to be a very bad day, Piggy.”
