by Anna Hackett
Bloody hell. Shocked desire and need slammed into Devlin.
Wrapping his arms around Taylor, he managed to kick the door closed. He kissed her back, their tongues dueling.
Before, when he’d kissed her, their circumstances had been dire, and he’d only gotten the smallest taste of her.
Now he was hungry. Hungry for everything.
He spun around and pressed her up against the wall. Her hands dived into his hair, and she made a hungry sound in her throat.
Devlin managed to pull his mouth away from hers. “You’re sure? Be sure, Taylor.”
Her smile was sexy. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure.”
“God, I want you.” He pressed his mouth back to hers, tongue delving deep. He drew in the taste of her.
“You’re feeling all right?” she panted against his lips. “The doc gave you the all clear?”
He shoved his hips against her so she could feel the hard bulge of his cock. “I’m good. More than good.”
He boosted her up higher against the wall. Reaching down, he gripped the hem of her tank top—a twin to the one she’d been wearing when they were captured—and pulled it up. Next, he shoved down the cups of her bra and let her breasts spill out. He lowered his head, and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
“Yes.” Her hands slid deeper into his hair.
“I wanted to do this…before,” he murmured against her creamy skin.
“I wanted you to do it.” As he lapped harder, she tugged on his hair, hard. “Yes, Dev. Like that.”
He nipped her, then blew across her nipples. He watched them turn to firm little nubs.
“I like it hard.” She arched into him.
He bit her harder, savoring her moan. She liked a little edge, did she? He did, too.
“You’re so damn pretty, Taylor.”
Her hands pushed at his shirt. “And I can’t see any of you.”
“You will.”
He spun and carried her to his bed. He laid her out on it and set about stripping her. As he unsnapped her cargo pants, she lifted her hips and helped him slide them off. She reared up and together they yanked her top over her head. Her bra followed.
Devlin stopped, taking a second to drink her all in. She was toned, but with curves designed to drive a man wild—full breasts, an indentation at her waist, then the flare of her hips. Her legs were long and strong.
She came up on her knees, but he reached for her, planting a hand between her breasts. “No. Stay there.”
With a smile, she lay back. She was so sexy, a fantasy come to life, and it went straight to his cock. A cock that was now pressing firmly against his zipper.
He shrugged his shirt off. “I plan to gorge myself on you.”
Her breath hitched. “Gorging is good.”
She was laid out on his bed, completely naked for him. He leaned one knee on the bed, feeling like the conquering hero with his very willing spoils of war. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her belly. He felt her muscles clenching.
Devlin dipped his fingers into her belly button, then let his fingers drift lower. He found that fascinating, tiny strip of hair. “This tormented me.” He ran his fingers through the neat curls, then lower. Beneath it, she was bare and pink.
He nudged her legs apart, and slid off the bed to his knees. With one firm tug that had her gasping, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. He stared at her, a wild hunger gnawing at his gut. He realized he felt completely out of control. Desperate to feel her and taste her.
That made him pause. He’d had plenty of sex before, but always on his terms. And no matter how good it had been, he’d always, without fail, kept a part of himself in check.
Now, with this woman who’d fought beside him, and risked her life for him, that controlled part of him was free.
He leaned forward and licked her.
“Yes!” she cried. “God, yes.”
Her words echoed in the room. He smiled against her thigh. Apparently, Taylor wasn’t quiet during sex. “You’ll scream my name, Taylor.”
“Only if you make me.”
He nipped her inner thigh, making her squirm. Cheeky. He was surprised to find he liked it.
He went back to sucking and licking. He thrust his tongue inside her, the noises she made egging him on. Then he dragged his tongue up over her and circled her clit. When he started sucking on that little nub, she came apart.
“Devlin!”
The sound of her screaming his name was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.
She dropped back, lying there wrecked and breathing heavily. Her eyelids were half closed. “I still haven’t seen you yet.”
He stood and started to unfasten his trousers.
Her appreciative gaze moved over him, traveling over his chest and lower. His trousers dropped to the floor and he kicked them away.
She sat up, tracing the ridges of his abs. Tracing where the raptor claws had gouged him. “You’re really okay? There’s no damage left from the injuries?”
“One hundred percent healed. Because of you. Because you were so damn stubborn and wouldn’t give up on me.”
“We helped each other.” She reached down, her hand circling his cock. “And we can help each other again.”
Oh, yes. He nudged her back on the bed. If she kept touching him, he’d come like an untried teenager. “Do you have a contraceptive implant?”
She nodded. “It’s good for a few more months.”
Knowing she was protected from disease and unplanned pregnancy, he shoved her knees back against her chest. He knelt between her toned legs, gripping his cock. He rubbed it between her legs. “Looks like I’m on top this time.”
“I’ll get my turn,” she said huskily. “You’ve been warned.”
Just the thought of Taylor above him—taking him inside her, riding him hard—made his cock jump. They were absolutely doing that later. “I can’t wait.”
Desire and humor were a potent mix. Devlin loved the teasing look on her face, and it combined with the raging need inside him.
Without giving her any warning, he thrust inside her.
She gave a short, startled scream.
He paused. “Too much?” Damn, had he hurt her?
“No.” Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. “Just let me get used to you.”
He pulled out of her slowly. Damn, she was so tight and hot. He gave a small thrust back in, a groan torn from his throat.
She moaned. “You feel so good. Better than I imagined. Show me what you’ve got, super spy.”
Devlin gripped her thighs firmly, and started thrusting. As her nails scored his back, he was completely lost in her. He gave himself up to the lush, seductive pleasure.
***
Taylor’s body was on fire, and she loved it.
Devlin’s thick cock was powering inside her, and she couldn’t take her eyes off his lean, hard body. The strained look on his face, the intense look in his dark eyes, and the way he kept her pinned to the bed set her alight.
She felt one of his hands slide down her leg and then across her lower belly. He moved lower still, his fingers touching where he was splitting her.
“Stretched so prettily around me.” His voice was deep and husky.
Then his fingers moved, his thumb pressing down on her clit.
Oh, God. As he touched her with firm, sure circles, she felt her release bearing down on her. It was electricity racing through her veins. “I’m going to come.”
“Come. Just for me, Taylor. No one else can see but me.”
As the sensation slammed into her, she screamed.
A second later, Devlin spread her thighs wider and moved inside her, harder and faster than before. It only took him three more thrusts and he lodged himself deep and came. His groan filled the air.
She watched as he came, absorbing the look on his face—a pleasure-pain grimace.
He lay down beside her. He stretched a possessive arm across her belly, pulling her close into the curve of his body. O
ne firm male thigh draped over her legs.
“Okay?” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“What, did you miss me screaming just how much I enjoyed myself?”
He shot her a sexy smile. “I’m pretty sure everyone in the base heard you.”
Heat filled her cheeks. “No.” God, she hoped not. “These rooms are well soundproofed.”
His fingers drifted down, lazily tracing circles on her belly. “I usually take more time than that.”
“Well, we were primed.”
“And you really drove me out of control.”
She blinked. He looked shocked that he’d admitted that. “Really?” Warmth washed through her. She really liked the idea of driving oh-so-cool Devlin Gray out of control.
His fingers dipped lower. “Yes, really. So? What do you want to do next?”
That sexy, crisp accent made her belly clench. His fingers kept walking lower. She’d had sex since the invasion, fast hurried releases. Devlin’s midnight eyes promised something far different. “I’m not sure.”
“What do you want, Taylor?” His voice lowered. “Tell me what you really want.”
She swallowed. “I want to watch when you slide inside me.” The words tumbled out and she hadn’t even realized that was what she wanted.
Dev’s breathing sharpened. “How? You on top?”
She shook her head. “From behind.” God, she’d never spelled out her needs like this before. “I want you to take me from behind. Hard.”
His hand gripped her chin. “A little rough?” He brushed his thumb over her lips.
“Yes.”
He got up with a flex of lean muscle. He slid off the bed and crossed the room without a lick of self-consciousness. When he turned, her chest tightened. Scars crisscrossed his back. Terrible, ugly scars that had to have been made by a combat knife. It was possible for old scars to be medically removed, she’d even had some of her own erased, but she knew Devlin had decided to keep these ones. A harsh reminder of something.
He grabbed a tall mirror from the inside of his closet and the flex of the muscles in his ass distracted her. Wetness trickled between her thighs. She’d just had two screaming orgasms. How could she want him this badly again?
Dev set the mirror against a wall of bookcases by the bed. She took in the handmade shelves filled to the brim with paperbacks. She appreciated that he liked to read, and made a note to check out his books later. He grabbed a blanket off the bed and spread it out on the floor in front of the mirror. Once again, her gaze was drawn to his scars. The injuries must have hurt like hell.
He glanced back and when he saw where she was looking, his jaw tightened. “I trusted the wrong person once. A long time ago.”
“So now you trust no one.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I trust people. Santha, Holmes, the squads.”
“Okay, you trust, but you never really let anyone close.”
His gaze drifted over her naked body.
She wrinkled her nose. “Sticking your cock in me doesn’t make us close.”
Suddenly, he was by the bed, moving so fast it left her dizzy. He sank a hand into her hair, dragging her face up to him.
“I am not some warm cock for you to play with.”
Here was the lethal spy, his near-black eyes burning down at her. “I know.”
“I think you need a reminder.” He dragged her off the bed.
As he led her toward the mirror, dark excitement was like a flutter of butterflies in her belly. He pulled her in close and kissed her. No, not a kiss, a hard, punishing press of lips and tongue. A dizzying rush of desire shot straight to her core.
Then he pushed her down on her knees. She knelt, the blanket soft underneath her, and looked up, gazing on his already rock-hard cock.
“Uh-uh.” He caught her wrists as she reached for him. “Not right now. I have other plans for you.”
She tried not to pout. “I want to touch you. Taste you.”
He cupped her cheek. “Later.” Then he turned her around and pushed her down onto her hands and knees.
Taylor lifted her head and looked in the mirror. She watched Dev kneel behind her, smoothing one palm over her bottom. He kneaded her buttocks and she liked seeing his darker hand against the pale skin of her cheeks.
She licked her lips. It was so sexy to watch like this. To see his larger, harder body pressed close to hers. His hands slid up her spine, and then he was pushing her head down. She turned her head toward the mirror, pressed her cheek to the blanket.
Then she watched one of his hands circle his cock.
“Are you watching?” His voice was guttural.
“Yes.”
He pumped his cock, once, twice. Pre-come gleamed at the tip.
“Watch,” he demanded. “Watch me fuck you.”
He pressed his hips forward, the thick head of him nudging between her legs. Then he slid inside her.
He groaned, and her moan was an echo to his. She kept her eyes glued to the mirror, watching as his cock disappeared inside her. He pulled out and then slammed back in.
Yes. Oh, yes. Sensations slammed into her: the full bite as he stretched her, the brush of his thighs against the back of hers, the pinch of his fingers at her hips. This was what she wanted. What she needed.
He gripped her hips harder, and found a punishing rhythm. She shoved back against him, her gaze never leaving the mirror.
“You feel so bloody good.” His accent was sharper, his voice deeper.
He moved faster and Taylor’s body rocked forward with each hard thrust. She felt everything inside coiling tight, her body clenching down.
“Who’s fucking you, Taylor?”
“You. You are.”
“Say my name,” he growled.
“Devlin. You’re fucking me, Devlin.”
He kept slamming into her and, without warning, her orgasm crashed over her.
“Devlin!” Her hands clenched in the blanket.
A second later, with a hoarse cry, he followed her, grinding his pelvis against her.
Taylor couldn’t move. Even if a raptor patrol appeared, she’d be a boneless mess. She let out a happy sigh. He’d pushed them both past pleasant sex to somewhere else. She’d seen a side of the suave, controlled Devlin she suspected he never showed anyone.
Dev leaned down and pressed a kiss to her spine. She smiled and couldn’t quite remember ever feeling this good.
Chapter Nine
Devlin slid his hand over Taylor’s naked body. She lay languidly on his bed, smiling. All warm, and sexy, and rumpled.
They’d spent the night and morning tangled up in each other. He’d lost count of how many times he’d made her come, and how many times he’d spilled himself inside her.
“Come on, we can’t stay in bed all day,” he told her.
“Why not?”
“We’ll get lazy.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her upright, trying not to get distracted by her beautiful breasts.
Then he spotted the dark smudges. From his fingers and teeth. He brushed his thumb over one on the side of her breast, and knew she probably had the same at her hips. Competing emotions warred inside Devlin—he liked seeing his mark on her, but hated knowing he’d hurt her.
She pressed her hand over his. “I’m fine, Dev. Better than fine.”
He stood and started pulling on his clothes. “Get dressed.”
He watched as she reluctantly did as he’d asked. “I heard you make a call before.”
“Yes.” He’d organized something special for her.
She wandered over to his bookshelves, fastening her trousers. “You like action thrillers?”
He gave her a nod, watching as she traced a finger along one of the shelves. “I like to read.”
“They have a great library here at the Enclave,” she said.
He couldn’t tear his gaze off her. He was drunk on Taylor Cates. The touch, taste and smell of her skin. He needed to get out of this room for a little while an
d clear his head. If he stayed near a bed with her in it, he’d have his cock inside her all day long.
“When are we meeting the general?” she asked.
“In two hours.” He reached over and helped her pull her tank down. He pressed a kiss to her nose and just for a second, he considered her pushing back onto the bed. Damn, she was dangerous.
“So, you’re taking me on a date?” She was grinning at him, finger combing her dark hair.
Devlin paused. He’d never dated in his life. Not once. “Yes. I guess I am.”
He grabbed her hand and led her through the tunnels. When they arrived at the indoor shooting range the squads used for training, she raised a brow.
“You really know how to show a girl a good time, super spy.”
“Patience,” he warned her.
As they entered the large space, Devlin spotted two berserkers from Squad Three at the far end of the range. Tane and Hemi Rahia were brothers. Big, tough, and tattooed, they were a force to be reckoned with. Tane, Squad Three’s leader, was slightly leaner with long dreadlocks, while his brother was shorter, and bulkier across the chest, with a beard.
Both men raised their hands and Dev and Taylor returned the gesture. Many people had been skeptical when Squad Three had been formed by mercenaries, bikers, and…other tough men of questionable backgrounds. But in this fight for humanity’s survival against the Gizzida, Devlin knew they needed every fighter they had. And Tane and Hemi were among some of the best.
Devlin led Taylor into one of the private rooms. “I was thinking we’d have a little shooting competition.”
“Oh?” Taylor cocked a hip. “I like the sound of that.”
They stepped inside, and the automatic doors closed behind them. That’s when she spied the table that had been set up. It was topped with bowls of spreads, olive oil mixed with vinegar, freshly baked bread, and a plate of chocolates. There was also a bottle of Chardonnay sitting in a bucket of ice.
She froze, staring at it like she’d discovered a bomb.
“You’ll only be able to have one glass of wine,” he told her. “We do have a meeting soon.”
She was still staring blankly at the table. “This really is a date.”
He shifted uneasily. He’d just wanted to do something nice for her.