Naomi was hopelessly, completely, immediately, lost. All she could see was the burning intensity in his eyes as he pulled on her finger. God, that mouth…she wanted it on every inch of her body. Now.
King took her hand in his, held it to his chest. “The way you’re looking at me, the way I’m feeling… it’s not going to just be kissing. It’s not going to stop there and we both know it.”
“Maybe I don’t want it to stop there.”
“How far?” His voice was hoarse. “How far do we go?”
“We’ll see when we get there,” she said flirtatiously.
“No.” He shook his head, firm on this point. Fuck, it was killing him to still be talking, but this was important. “No way we get all caught up in the heat of the moment and go too far…no way we do something you’re going to regret after. You tell me now: where’s the line, Naomi? I’ll storm right up to it and walk it, I know that, but I won’t go one inch over it.” His whole body was taut with a raging desire that he held tightly in check. “Where’s the line, baby?”
She stared at him, knowing that he was serious. He wasn’t going to kiss her until she told him what he wanted to know. She thought about it. What was she ready for?
“I – I want your t-shirt off,” she said hesitantly. “I want my top off. I want to touch you.”
He swallowed. “OK.”
“And I want – I want…” She stopped, not sure how to say what she was thinking.
“Tell me.” He wasn’t going to let it go. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me,” she said in a rush.
“Where?”
“Inside.” Her voice was small. “I want you to touch me inside. Physically, emotionally. Touch me deep, Matt.”
Holy fuck. I am going to lose my goddamn mind.
“You sure? Totally sure?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“You look scared, honey,” he said softly. “You scared?”
“Yes.”
“Of what?” His hands stroked her cheeks. “Talk to me.”
“I’m scared you’ll change your mind. That you’ll get up out of this bed and walk away from me.”
“No way.” He was totally still. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
He lowered his head now and Naomi saw the kiss coming, felt his heat and strength approaching. She had just enough time to feel nervous about it, then his lips were on hers. Right away, her jitters disappeared, replaced by a sense of rightness. She knew, with everything in her body and soul, that she was in the right place, the right time, with the right man. Matt was right.
He moved carefully over her mouth, delving and stroking. He invited her to open up to him and she did. Oh, she did. With a moan of surrender, she gave him her need; she handed it over to Matt, trusting him to both care for it and assuage it.
Her fingers moved down his large torso, over his stomach, grasped the bottom of his t-shirt. She pulled it up and he helped her by raising those huge arms. She dropped the shirt to the floor and just stared. Like, literally just stared. Matt Kingston half-naked was a thing of power and beauty and she was stunned by him.
“You like what you see?” he asked, a teasing grin across his handsome face. “You’ve gone all flushed and quiet.”
“You’re gorgeous,” she said. “Perfect.”
“No need to stroke my ego, baby. I’m far from perfect.”
“No, you are.” Naomi touched him now, let her hands run over his tattooed chest and muscled shoulders. “Rugged and strong. Beautiful.”
His breath hitched at the look on her face, and he knew she meant every word she said. “Can I see you too?”
“Yes.”
His hands moved to her curvy hips, holding her in place for a few seconds as he kissed her again. He pulled her pyjama top off and she lay down on her back, displaying her luscious breasts to him. He fought to go slow, but it was hell.
“I want to kiss you,” he said. “Can I?”
“You’d better,” she said, her hands running over his face gently, then clasping his neck, pulling him down.
He actually groaned when he took her nipple in to his mouth. It was hard and hot, and it tightened even more under his lips. Her fingers were in his hair, encouraging him, holding him in place and he rolled the other bud between his fingers, loving her small gasps. He moved to her other breast, tasting and teasing, and her back arched up off the bed.
“Matt… oh, God. That feels…” She moaned as he nipped between her breasts, then licked the tiny red mark. “…so good.”
“For me too,” he murmured against her skin. “I need to touch you, Naomi. I need to feel your heat. I need to know you’re wet for me.”
She gasped again.
“Are you?” he asked. “Are you hot and wet for me?”
“Why don’t you find out?” she managed.
“Fuck.” His cock throbbed at her saucy words. “You’re killing me, darlin’. I need to get my hands all over you.”
“Yes.”
“I love when you say ‘yes’ to me.” He held her eyes. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Can you say anything other than ‘yes’?”
“No.”
He laughed and felt his whole body relax. There was nothing going on here that she wasn’t on board with, he knew that now. He looked down the length of her curves, focused on the scrap of material between her legs.
Naomi felt his gaze on her, as sure and strong as a physical touch, and she bit her lip. He was just so – intense. She was helpless in the face of it and she didn’t want to fight it, anyway. Matt was here with her and all he cared about was making her feel good.
Let him. Just let him.
She watched his thick fingers move down her body, skim over her panties. He moved farther down, closer to where she was throbbing and pulsing, and she held her breath. Waiting for that first touch; dying for it.
Please. Please.
King found her slit through the plain white cotton and they both tensed up in the best possible ways. She was soaked and open and ready, and he felt his cock jump in his boxers.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I have to feel this. Feel you.”
He yanked off her underwear almost roughly, tugging it down her legs, throwing it on the floor somewhere. His hands settled between her thighs, framing her pussy, not touching it. Not yet. One last question.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he rasped. His self-control was almost totally gone, hanging by the thinnest of fucking threads. If she said to stop, he would – barely. “You want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
“Naomi. Baby, tell me again that you’re sure.”
“I’m sure, Matt.” She arched against him, seeking his touch. “Please… don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Not until you come for me.”
He lay down beside her, his one arm extended up and over their bodies, his fingers threaded in her hair. Naomi gave a cry when his roaming hand found her clit and thrummed it. An electrical current shot through her whole body at that small touch, and her toes actually curled in to the bed. She was so primed for him, so starved for this. She reached for him and he came willingly, fusing his mouth to hers as his hand moved over her swollen lower lips. His erection nudged her hip and she rubbed herself against it, loving his growl of response.
“Careful,” he said. “You keep doing that and I’m going to get messy.”
“I don’t mind messy,” she said. “I want messy.”
She touched him through his boxers, took him in both hands. She was momentarily stunned at his length, his heat, his hardness. God, she’d never been with anyone close to
Matt’s size and she was overcome by the need to see him. She started to pull down his boxers and he took her hand to stop her.
“You don’t have to,” he said. “This can just be about you.”
“No way,” she said. “I want to touch you too. Can I?”
His face softened more than she’d ever seen. “Yes.”
They smiled at each other, all fears and uncertainties gone now.
Naomi eased the elastic down his thighs and looked at him. King watched her eyes flare with arousal and appreciation. All he saw was pure female need for a man’s body and he suddenly knew that she’d meant what she’d said about him being beautiful. Silly, fluffy word to describe a man like him – but he knew that’s how she saw him.
His fingers were moving more strongly now, spreading her liquid desire all over her. She was slick and open, and he slid inside just a bit. Her muscles clamped down, hard and fast, and he groaned. Her response was to kiss him and stroke his cock slowly, up and down, teasing the tip with her thumb. He deepened the kiss, deepened the thrusts with his finger, and she started to shake.
“Already?” he said. “You’re there already, baby?”
“Yes…” The word ended on a low moan as he added a second finger and pushed deeper, harder. “Yes.”
He twisted his fingers in her golden hair and forced her to face him. “You look at me the first time you come for me. Let me see you… let me see all of you.”
“You too.” Her hands were pumping him faster now. “You look at me too.”
Their eyes locked together and they surged against each other. Naomi’s hips raised and lowered as his fingers fucked her, plunging deep enough to find her sweet spot; King’s hips thrust back and forth in her hand, rubbing against her soft hip. Over and over, they moved on each other, against each other. Their cries and groans rose as their pace sped up, sped up again. Naomi closed her eyes as her climax built and King growled at the loss of contact.
“Open your eyes.” His fingers tightened in her hair. “Now.”
She did, staring up at him wildly, and he watched as every wall she’d built up crumbled for him. She came, writhing on the bed, calling his name even as he kissed her. Her abandon pushed him over the edge, past the point of endurance, and he ground his cock against her now.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” His massive body went as hard as marble and she felt him let go of his control. “Naomi…”
She raised one hand to cup his face, holding him steady even as she still panted from the force of her orgasm. “Don’t look away.”
Her words threw him off the cliff and he released in to her clenched hand, on to her hip. His cock throbbed and jumped and he groaned as the sensations went on and on, shuddering in her grip.
Slowly, they relaxed. King slipped his fingers out of her slick channel, Naomi released him gently. They sought each other’s lips now and their mouths met in a kiss so honest and pure, in some ways, it felt like their first kiss.
King took a deep breath and looked down at himself. Yep, he’d gotten messy.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I haven’t lost it like that since high school.”
She laughed. “Sorry.”
“God, no, don’t apologize. It was amazing to lose it with you.” He kissed her nose. “Thank Christ today’s Saturday, or I’d be going to work without my boxers.”
Her eyes sparkled. “But aren’t you army boys in to that? It is called going Commando for a reason, right?”
“Sassy,” King said. He rolled over on to his back, carefully pulling her with him. “Come here, honey.”
She rested her head on his chest, her fingers running over and over its expanse. Delicately, she traced the lines of his tattoos. “Why so many?”
“Tattoos?”
“Yeah. From your days in the military?”
“Some are from then. Some I had before, but most are from since. I just like ‘em. I think of them as art, as a form of expression. Like painting, I guess.”
Naomi kissed his chest. “Maybe I should get one.”
King was surprised. “You want one?”
“Maybe. I’ve always thought about it, but could never really decide on what to get.”
“Yeah. Make sure it means something to you.”
“I will.”
He dropped a quick kiss on the back of her neck. “I need a shower.”
“Me too. You want some company in there?”
“Damn right I do. Though I can’t promise to behave myself if you stand in that shower with me, all wet and gorgeous.”
“I can’t promise that I’ll mind too much.” She glanced down. “And give me your boxers – I’ll throw them in the wash.”
He grinned. “But then I’ll be trapped here until they’re dry.”
“Yep. You’ve figured out my evil plan.”
“It’s OK if I stay for a while?”
“Yes.” She suddenly looked unsure. “Matt?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to stay?”
He studied her closely, hearing more than just the words. That question had layers and depths, and he wanted to make sure he was getting them all. “You mean today?”
“Today. And not just.”
“Baby, I’ll stay today, tonight, tomorrow, all weekend. I’ll stay as long as you want me to be here with you.”
“You promise me?”
“On my heart.”
“I’m not asking you to move in,” she said quickly. “I’m just – I’m asking if you can stay. Just for a little while longer.”
King kissed her, his mouth gentle. “I can do that, Naomi. I’d love to do that.”
**
That night they were lying in Naomi’s bed, naked and panting after stroking and rubbing each other to the point of breath-stealing climax. King took a deep breath, wondered if his legs would get him as far as the bathroom to clean up.
Naomi rolled on to his chest. “Dear God. Sober orgasms are the best.”
He laughed. “Oh, yeah. No argument from me.”
She sighed and the sweet, sated sound did all kinds of things for both King’s ego and his heart. He loved knowing that he could do this to her, that he could make her look and sound like this. And when she came on his fingers and he swallowed her cries of pleasure in to his mouth, he could swear that he almost saw heaven in her eyes at that moment. She was perfect, pure, begging need. He’d never seen anything so fucking raw or beautiful.
With regret, he pulled away from her lithe little body. “Be right back, baby.”
“Mmmmmm.” She made a small sound of satisfaction mingled with pouting and he laughed. “Hurry back.”
“Oh, I will.”
She watched his firm ass walk out of the room and almost licked her lips. Holy Lord, the man was smoking hot, with those massive back muscles and long legs. She enjoyed the view upon his return equally, though: that carved chest and those chiseled abs, not to mention that huge, amazing cock. She loved getting her hands on it, loved how it responded to her every touch. It was mouthwatering, and she was already longing to take it in her mouth, make her fantasy of having this huge, strong man at her mercy and under her lips come to life.
King carefully cleaned her with a wet cloth, then settled back in to bed with her, tucking her in to his side. She slid right on in there perfectly, her small frame fitting his like a bookend. He marveled at how well their bodies went together, despite the huge differences in their height and width. But he supposed that when it was right it was right, and even things that should make no earthly sense just came together perfectly.
She was quiet now and he wondered if she had fallen asleep. He brushed his rough fingers over her back.
“Matt?”
“Yeah, honey? You cold?”
“No, I’m OK. I was wondering if I could ask you about something.
”
“Of course. Anything.”
“It’s about King’s Men.”
He tensed up a bit and she felt it. “Alright.”
She traced the scar on his left shoulder; traced the one on his chest. They were quite obviously scars from bullet holes and she needed to know more. Before she could even ask, he spoke.
“You want to know if I got shot on a job, right?”
“Yes.” Her fingers stilled. “You told me that your people are in danger every single time they head in to a job, but you said nothing about yourself. I want to know just how much danger you’re in when you walk out the door away from me.”
“Truthfully? Sometimes none at all. Sometimes a hell of a lot.”
She paled. “OK.”
“Some ops are just plain old cakewalks for my people, so I don’t go along. They’re professionals and they don’t need anybody holding their hands, believe me. And anyway, the whole point of having a team like this is so I can parcel them out and trust them to take care of business. It’s all about delegation, and I delegate to the best.”
“And other times?”
“Yeah, well, some jobs are all-hands-on-deck and those include mine. Sometimes I just need to be there as muscle – I can throw a punch if I have to – and sometimes I’m there as back-up. If things go south, I go in with my team and I have their backs, just like they have mine.”
“And these?” She was tracing the scars again. “How’d these happen?”
“Yeah, those were bad situations. They went to shit fast and hard and we went in shooting to get my people out.” He sighed and touched the one on his shoulder. “This one I got from a drug cartel on the Mexican border. Nasty little assholes and they had one of my girls tied up. They were going to pump her full of their drugs and then do God-only-knows-what, so we had to get her the hell out.”
Naomi was startled. “Was she OK?”
“Lilly? Hell, yes. We got her to her feet and right away she drop-kicked one of them in the throat. Said that he’d tried to kiss her and his breath stank.”
Naomi laughed.
“This one.” He patted the scar on his chest. “Sex trafficker.”
“What? Where?”
“Right here in Denver, darlin’. A fucker named Kirk Jensen.”
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