Sabrina had no such fear, evidently.
She nipped his lower lip and giggled when he groaned.
“Minx.”
“You know it,” she murmured, a smile in her voice.
Her tongue darted out to sooth the ache. It worked for a second, a split second, before the rest of him caught on and his dick jolted behind his fly.
He backed her against the bathroom door, holding her in place with his hips.
She shimmied against his erection. If he was seeing stars now, what would happen when he sank into her heat? Surely his head would explode on orgasm.
“Where did the sweet, shy Sabrina Duncan go?” he asked between kisses.
“I left her in California.”
He trailed his lips along her jaw and nipped her ear lobe. She shivered beneath his fingers and a breathy sigh grazed his cheek.
“Too bad, he whispered. “I liked her.”
“She liked you too. Too much.”
What?
That was news to him.
Mind racing, brain swamped with implications, he pulled back.
But she didn't let him go. No. This new Sabrina ran the arch of her foot up the outside of his leg.
Fuck that was hot.
Blood hammered through his veins and one overwhelming thought replaced everything else.
Claim.
He sealed his lips against hers again. She tasted of grape and something sweeter. Her tongue tangled with his in a dual that sent a bolt of lightning down his spine.
He moaned into her mouth and let his hands explore.
She was perfection.
Her nipples pebbled beneath his palms. The foot coasting up and down his thigh stopped and her leg hooked over his hips. The movement put her sweet heat right where he wanted it.
Her fingernails raked over his shoulders leaving gooseflesh and desire in their wake. Fuck, she was like every wet dream he'd ever had, come to life.
Rolling his hips, David hooked his thumbs beneath the hem of her shirt. She lifted her hands overhead and he pushed the material north. Inch by inch, he revealed her gorgeous skin. Despite all their history, their summers swimming at the beach, he'd never seen her like this. Wanton, quivering, her abs trembling beneath his touch.
Christ. The woman had some serious definition. His mouth watered.
Fisting her shirt, he paused just beneath her breasts. For a moment, his eyes met hers. He gave her the chance to call a time out but her mesmerizing baby-blues were sure, and liquid with heat.
Obviously anxious to get a move on, she reached for the shirt and tugged it over her head. Draping it around his neck, she used it like a rope to pull him in for another kiss.
Her sweet scent filled his senses and he hooked his hands beneath her ass and lifted.
Her thighs closed around his hips and she breathed his name. It'd been years since a woman had called his name during sex. Close to twelve, if he had to make a wager. Somewhere along the way, he'd taken the nickname Boomer, and everyone had called him that, even Vanessa.
But as he licked at the hollow of Sabrina's throat, he realized why this felt so different. So intimate.
She'd known him when. She'd known him best, better than anyone since. She'd known him as the rambunctious five-year-old, her pal who'd rolled in the dirt with her, the one who'd rescued her marmalade kitten from Mrs. Beachman's apple tree.
The history between them threatened to consume him and extinguish the fire.
As if sensing the change, the thoughts, Sabrina trailed her palm down his abs and worked her fingertips into the waistband of his jeans.
That did the trick.
His cock wasn't about to be quieted by memories, not when it was so damned ready to make new ones.
If she kept up that little quest, he'd be shooting his load before he had a chance to finish getting her undressed.
“Stop, sweetheart.”
His voice sounded much more even and calm than he felt. Inside, everything was on a low boil. How he managed to not strip her pants off and take her right here in the hallway was a mystery.
Luckily, he kept the blinds closed when he was out, and he didn't have to worry about the prying eyes of neighbors. Seamus was a good guy, a great neighbor, but he was a man and he had eyes in his head. David wouldn't put it past him to have noticed Sabrina pull up. He’d probably want to sneak a peek.
“Why?” she whispered against his lips.
“Been awhile. Want to last.”
Sabrina Duncan could never be a quick lay, the scratch to an itch.
Her hand stopped but she didn't move it. His dick strained for her touch. Sweat gathered at the back of his neck and he was doubly thankful he’d washed off the body makeup. Using his hips to hold her in place, he took her hands in his and laced their fingers.
“You're so damned beautiful.”
They stared at each other in the dim light for another moment. Was it his imagination or did her eyes get glossy?
“You've turned out pretty well yourself.”
“Yeah?”
“All those muscles,” she said, sounding a little hoarse as her eyes traced his shoulders and chest, “are pretty impressive. If you must know.”
David tipped his head back and laughed. The full body rumble felt exquisite, almost better than kissing the beautiful woman in his arms. Almost.
He tipped his forehead against hers. No matter how much he'd ached, regardless of the pain he'd felt after she'd shut him out, his relief was transcendent. She could still make him laugh at the drop of a hat. Even in the middle of the most passionate experience he'd had in years.
“What's so funny?”
“You. Damn, I've missed you, Mouse.”
“I've missed you.”
The admission didn't sooth him as it should have. If anything, it made the gnawing ache surrounding his heart return.
“Then—”
He bit the words off. Now wasn't the time.
Pushing the questions away, he pinned her hands against the door above her head. The movement lifted her breasts and he stared down at the full mounds straining against the sexy black bra.
“Then what?”
“Nothing.”
Her nipples poked against the silky fabric, begging for his lips.
“Tell me.”
“You want to talk?” He blew a stream of hot air against her chest and then traced the left cup of her bra with his tongue. “Now?”
“You can do two things at once. I have faith.”
“You give me too much credit, sweetheart.”
Once he was locked on a target, he stayed focused.
He could tell by the way her breasts lifted and she huffed out a sigh that her temper was rising.
“David Jameson, so help me.”
He laughed again and moved to her right breast.
“Don't make me use your middle name.”
“Stop talking.”
“Make me.”
The stubborn words hung in the air between them as he straightened. Her lips were pursed in a sexy little pout that begged for his kiss.
“With pleasure.”
He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. Without letting her down, he turned for the bedroom. For a moment he debated tossing her on the bed but didn't want to be separated for a second.
Following her body down with his own, he stared deep into her eyes. Then he claimed her lips in a kiss that stole his breath. She moved beneath him, against him, as her hands roamed.
She shoved his shirt down his shoulders and arched her back. The sexy little sounds rumbling up her throat drove him wild. Sliding his hands beneath her back, he fought the clasps of her bra.
He had to know what she looked like, to see if the fantasy matched the reality. Only when he'd tugged the offending garment from her body did he come up for air and study his work.
Reality surpassed fantasy.
Laying against the soft blue linens, she looked like a dream. Milk chocolat
e skin, hair fanned over his pillow, full breasts with tight nipples and that waist. He slid his hands up her sides, delighting in her hourglass figure.
She obviously worked hard for it, if the hint of abs was any indication.
Part of him wanted to taste and savor what he'd uncovered, but he had a stronger need to unwrap the rest.
Sinking his fingers into the waistband of her slacks, he tugged them down an inch.
Sabrina's hands fisted the pillow beneath her head.
He revealed another inch and saw her bite her lower lip.
Fuck.
He leaned forward to kiss the expanse between her navel and the spot where her pants clung so low on her hips.
“Hurry,” she breathed, rolling her pelvis.
For as hot as he was for her, he was taking his sweet time. He knew that. Savoring was more important than fucking. At least right now.
She might wake up tomorrow and decide that this was all a monstrous mistake. If this was the only shot he ever had, he wasn't going to miss.
He might not have been as crack shot of a sniper as Teo, but he knew how to calibrate his shot. He knew how to set an explosion that would rock the very earth.
With Sabrina in his cross-hairs, he was going to make sure he set off an explosion she would never forget.
Maybe he was full of himself, but as he pulled her pants the rest of the way down, he wanted to make sure that when she was eighty years old and her memories were fading, that she still remembered this night.
7
Sabrina held her breath as David looked up the length of her body. He held her gaze as he tossed her pants over his shoulder. He didn't let the connection wane as he kissed the inside of her left knee.
A shiver coasted up her thighs. His lips followed suit.
She exhaled as he blew a warm breath against her wet folds. Motionless, he stared into her eyes, almost as if he was waiting for her to squirm.
Or beg.
Was he the type? Did he like to hear his women beg and plead?
If so, he'd be rewarded, because she was more than halfway there.
She needed his hands on her.
In her.
She wanted to feel his ultimate possession more than she wanted her next breath.
He slid those large, work roughened hands beneath her hips and lifted her to his waiting mouth.
“Oh my God...” The whisper was pulled from her lips and she let her head drop back.
Tightening her grip on the pillow, she planted a foot on each side of his shoulders and thrust against his lips. He teased her just long enough that she missed his tongue when he pulled back.
But then he was back, spearing her.
A strangled cry tore from her lips and she turned her head to the side, hiding her eyes, blotting out the world. All she could do was feel. Everything, every nerve ending began and ended with him. The world melted away except for his moan of ecstasy.
Oh my... he was moaning with his mouth full...of her.
She let out a moan of her own.
His strong hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he feasted between her thighs.
Those talented lips drove her wild, up the mountain. Desire coiled tighter and tighter behind her belly button. She reached out for her climax, ready to latch hold with both hands.
David pulled away and stood. She heard the bed shift beneath him and her eyes popped open as she panted for air.
“What are y—”
“Relax sweetheart.”
That deep voice was her undoing. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored it. He'd never had any endearment for her other than her nickname. The fact that he'd called her sweetheart, twice, was such a novelty.
Did he know how much she craved that? The pet names? His deep voice? Did he know what it did to her when he ordered her around?
He was so sweet about it. Sweet but firm, like the juiciest Georgia peach.
Heaven help her.
She heard the distinct snag of a zipper and her eyes popped open. She did not want to miss this unveiling. No sir.
Button popped, fly down, she saw that the happy trail of dark hair dipped beneath his hips into the V of his jeans. Gracious, he was built like a tank. Broad and wide and—
He pushed his jeans down.
Thick.
Long, tall, and big all over.
Sabrina swallowed hard.
“Everything okay?”
Her brows rose.
“Just trying to figure out how you're gonna make that fit.”
He laughed again, and her heart soared. Damn, she'd missed that sound. She knew that now. Bone deep missed the sound of his laugh, and the way she felt all glowy and proud when she was the one to make him laugh.
“I'll make sure you're ready.”
“I thought I was,” she said dryly.
She didn't take her eyes off his cock as he knelt on the foot of the bed. The soft, well-worn blanket cradled her, soothing her suddenly jumpy nerves.
The thick shaft pointed straight at her and the head turned a deeper shade of purple.
“Keep looking at him like that and it's gonna make it hard for me to go slow.”
“Hard, huh?” She snickered at her own pun.
“Woman.”
“Yes?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
He hooked a hand beneath her knees and jerked her down the bed until her bottom touched his thighs. She was completely open to him, totally exposed.
Sabrina waited for the self-consciousness to take over. Any second now and she'd want to turn away, hide that one pesky dimple on the inside of her left thigh. Surely this wasn't the most flattering position she'd ever been in.
But the feeling never came. It helped that David drew lazy circles against her skin with his thumbs and that his eyes took her in, one inch at a time. His jaw clenched, and his belly rippled.
He was holding back.
When his cock bobbed in what she presumed was frustration, she reached for him.
His hand shot out, closing around her wrist. “Don't.”
“Why not?”
“Told you. Been a while.”
So he'd said.
Couldn't have been as long as her. Once she'd found out about Jakob's drug abuse, all desire had left her. She’d helped him through rehab, picking up the pieces of his life, and then she’d moved on. There was nothing about that situation that made her want to get down and dirty.
David reached over her head and grabbed a pillow. With a brutal yank, he separated the pillow from the case.
“Lace your fingers.”
“How long?” she asked, doing as he'd instructed.
What was he going to do?
“Doesn't matter,” he mumbled and kissed her right calf.
“Two and a half years for me.”
His brows rose at her admission.
“Long story,” she added. Now wasn't the time or place to hear about her ex-lover and his drug abuse.
Leaning over her, David wrapped the pillow case around her wrists and tied a snug knot.
“Keep them there.”
“Not fair.”
He shrugged and closed his hands around her ankles where they dangled above his ears.
“First you drive me crazy with your lips, then that beard, and now you won't let me touch you. I'm starting to think you're a control freak.”
“Only where your pleasure is concerned.”
Sabrina shivered.
He looked deadly serious.
As if satisfied with her reaction, he slid his hands down her legs. Every touch made her want more. Every glance made her a little needier.
Adjusting his position, he trailed a finger down the inside of her left thigh and followed the path with his lips. He kissed the dimple that drove her crazy. No amount of cellulite cream or hours on the bike seemed to make it budge.
The fact that he loved the pesky imperfection made her throat squeeze and her eyes water.
She stared up at the unremarkable c
eiling and fought for breath. When had it gotten so stuffy in here?
He teased her clit with the tip of his finger and her legs fell apart. Dipping his head, he blew a hot stream of air across her sensitive flesh.
It was as if he knew just how to touch her. How hard, how long, how fast to move his tongue.
Oh.
“Mmmm.”
His mouth did amazing things, things she hadn't even known was possible. Soon she was right back on top of the mountain, ready to shout for joy. Just as she was about to let go of a scream and leap over the edge, he backed away.
“No...”
“Yes.” She heard the smile in his voice.
Had he always been so contrary? She couldn't remember.
She squirmed beneath him and he slid a long, thick finger deep inside. Her wetness eased the way, but she quickly realized just how unprepared she was.
He'd been serious about making sure she was ready. A second finger joined the first and he nipped the skin between her pussy and her leg.
Her startled cry filled the air.
“Just breathe.”
Easier said than done. So much easier—
He scissored his fingers and thrust them in and out. It drove her crazy that she couldn't touch him. Was that why he'd tied her hands? To make her want him more?
She hadn't thought that was possible but as she tugged at the binding, she realized how much she wanted to cling to him.
“David—”
“Yes?”
She lifted her head and met his gaze. “Payback is a bitch.”
Another laugh rumbled out of him and he gathered her clit between his lips, letting the vibration work its magic.
“Ahh.” Her head dropped back and thrashed against the bed.
He sent her hurtling back up the mountain.
“Please...” Was that her voice? She sounded so raw.
And desperate.
“David, please...” He had to let her come. Wasn't the third time supposed to be the charm.
“Are you ready?” His words were punctuated by a third finger working its way inside her.
“Yes!”
“For me?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” He kissed her mound, withdrew his fingers and then vaulted off the bed.
She had an impression of tightly coiled muscles as he rooted around a drawer across the room. Latching onto something, he turned back pegged her with a look that made her squirm. So predatory, so hungry.
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