Page 36 of Mine To Break
Because she was falling in love with this man. Every single time he humbled himself for her, she fell a little bit harder.
He splayed his tongue wide and moved his head back and forth, using his whole face to pleasure her. Since he was in such an uncomfortable position, she didn’t hold back. She’d been wet since he walked in the door, and the games they’d played tonight had her engines purring. With both hands, she held his head, making sure he didn’t strain his neck too hard, and let the pleasure pour through her.
Breathing hard, she pushed him back upright, helping him get his knees under him. His cheat heaved and his skin was damp with sweat. She reached under her pillow and grabbed a condom she’d stashed earlier for easy retrieval. She couldn’t begin to count the number of times she’d slid latex over a hard cock, but tonight, her fingers shook. Maybe it was the need burning in his eyes. The way his shoulders and neck corded, straining to free himself in vain so he could touch her.
“Mal,” he whispered raggedly. His cock surged in her hand, thick and hard and urgent, as if he hadn’t just come a few minutes ago. “Untie me. Please.”
“Not on your life, soldier boy.” She settled him back on his heels and rose up to straddle his thighs so she could slide down on his waiting cock. She kept one foot under her for leverage, rocking her hips against his. “This is my ride. But I’ll take you along with me.”
His head fell back, his back arching, trying to push himself deeper. But he couldn’t move much. Not with her weight on his lap. She wrapped her arm around his neck, giving him more skin, more sensation. Rubbing her breasts against his chest, her hips barely moving beyond a circular rocking motion that kept him seated deeply inside her.
“Don’t hold back on me.” Her thighs ached with a deep, pleasant burn. She tightened her inner muscles, squeezing him hard. Hovering on the edge of a shattering orgasm, she slid her arm back so she could cup the back of his head. Pulling his mouth down toward hers, she growled out, “Don’t you dare hold back on me.”
His entire body spasmed so hard it felt like an earthquake was shifting her off her axis. He locked his mouth to hers, not in a kiss, but a shared, bone-deep groan. Rocking together, sweaty and gasping for breath, he came apart in her arms.
Gently, she lay him on his side and started untying him, stroking her fingers over the lovely print embedded in his skin as she freed him. And bless his heart, as soon as he could move his hands, he reached for her. Not to pull her down or interfere with what she was doing, but as if he simply wanted and needed the connection.
“That was…” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t find the right word.
“Yeah.” She lay down beside him, threading her fingers with his.
“Is it always like this?”
She had a feeling she knew what he was asking, but she had to make sure. “A BDSM scene?” He nodded, so she replied, “They can be very emotional. Deep. Real. Because there’s no place to hide. This, Detective Wade, has been very, very special to me. Regardless of what happens between us, I’m more grateful than I can say.”
His eyes flared. “You? Grateful? After what you’ve given me? You didn’t even have to bite me this time.”
“Yes.” She brushed her mouth against his but didn’t close her eyes. She wanted to see the emotion in his eyes, if he shut down or not. “Because what you’ve given me in exchange is far greater. Trust. It can’t be bought and paid for and it’s easy to lose in a moment of carelessness, but you…” Her voice thickened. “I’m not going to cry, damn it. Just know that I don’t take your trust lightly. It means the world to me.”
“I’ve never trusted anyone but Elias or my squad to have my back. Even then, I had everybody else’s back. Nobody would fall behind or get hurt on my watch. Thank God I never had the opportunity to see if they actually had my back as good as I had theirs.”
The thought of him lying wounded, either as a soldier, or now, as a cop, sent a chill through her. She wriggled closer to him and tugged a sheet up over them.
“I should go shower,” he protested, but he didn’t try to get up yet.
“I don’t mind.”
His breathing deepened and she thought he’d drifted off to sleep. Until he cracked his eyes open and looked at her again. “If BDSM is like this… Why doesn’t everybody do it?”
She choked back a laugh and tucked his face against her throat. “The hell if I know, sugar.”
