With her back to him, Vin decided to enjoy the show. When she straightened, her black lace panties molded to her butt. He loved the peek at the small dimple in her lower back as she removed her shirt. Vividly reminded of his earlier glimpse of her in bra and underwear, Vin approached on silent feet.
Helen jumped when his hands landed on her waist and he eased her around to face him. “Vincent is everything okay?”
Concern for him when he’d done everything possible to push her away. In answer to her question, what could he say? No, Earth’s refusing to surrender and now there appears to be an all out war for the planet. Or, hey, I’m probably going to be gone a lot while I battle a new enemy and there’s a strong possibility I might not make it.
“Things are okay for now.” He settled for a neutral answer and slid his hands up her torso, enjoying the satiny feel of her skin beneath his fingers.
“We can’t,” she demurred and tried to shrug from his grip.
Right and wrong. Two choices. He was tired, so very tired, from fighting what he wanted. Vin tightened his hold and pressed his clothed body to her almost naked one. “We can.” He stilled any further protest by kissing her. Not gentle. Not tentative. But deep and full of the desire he’d been holding back for months. Full of the feelings he couldn’t…wouldn’t put into words.
At first, she didn’t respond. Her lips lay pliant beneath his. Fuck no. Increasing the pressure of his lips, Vin rocked against her. She finally gave in. Her mouth parted and her tongue twisted with his on a moan. Vin’s hands cruised up until he cupped her breasts in his palms. Plump flesh overflowed. Helen adjusted in the small space he allowed between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her touch sent tingles of awareness down his spine. Vin sucked on her dancing tongue and turned, pinning her to the closest wall. Her back bumped it solidly but she didn’t loosen the grip she had on him. Vin pressed his leg between hers and ground his hips forward.
“You stopped calling,” she breathed out when he broke the kiss.
And he was sorrier than he could ever put into words. Vin unlatched her bra, dropping the lace to the floor and stretched his arms to place his hands palms down on the wall to frame her in the circle of his embrace. “Yes, I did.”
He waited while she thought through his words though he didn’t want to. Right now, he had a rock hard erection he wanted to plow into her sweetness and forget if only for a moment everything else going on in his world. Only Helen could grant the temporary reprieve he sought.
She nibbled her bottom lip, lashes lowered. Her eyes reflected wariness and unmistakable desire.
Vin sensed her weakening resolve and pushed his advantage. “Tonight, Helen. Give me tonight.” He needed another taste to see him through the coming war. Lowering his head, he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Please.” Vin would grovel, plead or do anything else she required. He’d damn beg for another chance to have her in his bed and put off tomorrow.
“It doesn’t change anything.” She met his stare evenly. “We still need to talk about what happened.”
Hell. No way he was telling her that he had to spend the next four and a half years in service to the government. Forever at their beck and call. Nor did he think she needed to know how changed he was from the experiments.
Damaged. More than when he’d first met her that day in the coffee shop. The damages he carried affected him physically and psychically. A perfect trifecta since he’d already been fucked emotionally. “Please,” he repeated softly and ran his nose along the bridge of hers.
Helen exhaled and undulated her lower half against his. Victory sang through his veins. Bitter soft, a smile graced her lips. “Alright.” Then her fingers glided through his hair and pulled his face back down to hers for a fierce kiss every bit as wicked as the move she made when she wrapped one leg over his thigh.
Vin grunted and fisted his hands on the wall while returning her kiss. She tasted like his hellcat. She felt like his hellcat. And even through everything today, she smelled like his hellcat.
“God, I’ve missed you.” Admitting it freed up the knot in his chest. He could say it a thousand times and it still wouldn’t convey how much it meant to be without her month after month. It wasn’t just sex with Helen. It was so much more and he’d never be able to tell her.
Vin didn’t want to wait. Couldn’t wait. His dick throbbed demanding release. He eased one hand down to pull at her underwear. “Get rid of these.”
Helen hurried to comply and soon he had her bare before him. Her hands pushed and tugged at his shirt. Vin stepped back and ripped the offensive material over his head. Undoing his belt took seconds and he kicked off his pants and boxers together while toeing off his boots.
Immediately, he pinned her back along the wall. Vin palmed her dewy curls, his finger stroking her center. Whimpers and mewls followed. Each movement of his hand caused her hips to sway sensuously. Vin trailed kisses across her ear, down the sensitive curve of her collarbone where he inhaled the sweet fragrance that was at once familiar.
Longing pushed him into a sense of urgency. He dipped his finger into her sweetness, the dampness assuring him of her pleasure. “Show me you like it. Let me hear you.”
Her lids fluttered. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. “You know I like it,” she panted. The jerky catch in her voice warned she was close. Relief loosened his tense shoulders. Not sure how much longer he could hold out, Vin rubbed harder and entered her with two fingers. Inner muscles clamped down on him and Helen gasped, her head thumping the wall. Vin kept his eyes on her face even as the lure of bobbing breasts tempted him. He wanted to watch her melt for him. Watch the dazed look overtake her as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
“Vin!” Her head shook back and forth.
“Don’t hold back,” he growled. “I got more for you. Come right now, hellcat.”
Her nails pricked his chest, the sharp bites of pain arousing him. His dick strained upward. Vin needed her to come right the fuck now before he lost what little control he had remaining. With that thought in mind, he twisted his wrist grinding his knuckles against her sensitive nub and curled his fingers deep inside. His eyes dropped to her mouth. Wet and glistening, the bottom one reddened and plump from his attention.
Helen shrieked, neck arched back as she came. Enhanced reflexes had him catching her as she rocked. When the cadence of her rolling hips slowed, Vin laughed and eased her down.
“Wow.”
Vin kissed her lips drawing in her sweet taste. “Wow, indeed.”
Helen surprised him and gave a little hop. Vin caught her around the hips as she used the opportunity to pull her legs up and close, snuggling her heated center right where he wanted it.
“More,” she demanded.
With both hands gripping her full ass, he walked them to the bed and lowered her first then stepped back to admire the pretty image she made spread out on his bed.
***
From the bed, Helen admired every inch of Vin below the waist. She didn’t care what women said. Time should be taken to appreciate the look of a man’s erection and not strictly because of the size. Vin’s was beautiful. Smooth skin over thick hardness. Roping veins entwined the length ending where his firm sac hung between his legs. Dark blond curls surrounded the base.
“You’re beautiful.” The words slipped out.
“I’m not.” He kneeled on the bed and used his muscled forearms to scoot her back on the bed.
When he lowered his weight to her front, Helen curled her arms around his back, hands gliding through the moist sweat from his exertions. Being with Vin reminded her of enjoying her favorite dessert. All gooey and delicious at the same time while making her feel indulged.
“Hey, no sleeping yet.” He tapped on her nose, getting her attention.
Helen smiled and leaned up, letting every inch of their skin touch. “I’m not sleepy. Just catching up for round two.”
“Good.”
His blue grey eyes twinkled with
mischief. Helen should have been warned. There was nothing mischievous about her soldier lover. He flipped her in a move that left her blinking. On her stomach, Helen peered over her shoulder. Vin bit the sloping curve and his eyes dared her to comment. Helen grinned and pushed up to her elbows.
“Vincent, whatever are you doing?” She deliberately used his full name and his gaze narrowed. Stifling a chuckle, she wiggled beneath him and his hardness twitched against her backside. Even though he’d already brought her to climax, her body stirred anew.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned but his hands continued to drag down her side, round the curve of her butt and return back up her front to lightly brush her eager nipples.
Nerves awakening, her body hummed with suppressed sexual hunger. “I like it hot. The hotter, the better.”
He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear. “I like you hot, hellcat. You get wild when you forget your manners.”
Helen flushed and debated hitting him but Vin must have sensed her intent because he took one of his caressing hands and buried it in her hair to grip tight. His hardness probed her entrance.
“Condoms,” she managed.
Vincent stilled behind her. “We went over this a long time ago. I can’t have kids and I’m clean.”
He’d told her their first night together about his vasectomy at twenty-five and for some reason, Helen refused to investigate, the thought depressed her that this beautiful man with his strong sense of honor wouldn’t pass that legacy on. “Yes, I remember but…” she bit her lip, wondering how to phrase it. “We’ve been apart for months.”
He jerked away from her and pushed her over to her back. His looming form leaned up close in her face. She didn’t need his harsh glare to read the anger written over every inch of his vibrating frame. Fury glittered in his gaze. “What are you saying, Helen? You’ve fucked somebody else?”
She flinched from the crudity and dodged his piercing stare. “No.”
Vin didn’t let her escape. His hand wrapped around her chin and drew her eyes back to him. “Then what the fuck!” his tone rose on an incredulous note.
Helen slapped her hand on his arm breaking the hold on her face. “What about you? Who’ve you been with, Vincent?”
His jaw dropped but Helen didn’t let that stop her. “It’s been six months. Are you going to tell me you haven’t been with anyone that whole time?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Well.
Helen swallowed. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
She cleared her throat and pointed her gaze at his throat and the thick corded muscles extending to his broad shoulders.
“Okay?” he repeated and his body trembled. Trembled so hard the bed shook.
Helen lifted her eyes to see him throw back his head and laugh. Tears actually made an appearance his humor was so strong. “Shit, hellcat. There’s been no one but you. I promise.”
The thrill of hearing that brought Helen up short. This was for one night. The one night he asked for and she couldn’t let herself get sucked backed into all that was Vincent Michaels. Forcing a smile she didn’t exactly feel, Helen asked, “Are you over your hissy fit?”
He snorted. “I’ll give you that one. Now roll over the way I want you.”
To be contrary, he refused to budge, leaving her no choice but to ease onto her side in the confines of his arms. Skin connected to skin as she rolled onto her belly. Their bodies brushed, bumped and stroked leaving Helen turned on and shaky.
The length of him tapped her thigh with its minute movement. Helen lowered her head to the mattress and lifted her backside. Vin groaned deep and grasped her at the waist, pulling her in close. This time, he didn’t just probe, he thrust forward and glided in on a smooth stroke that left her choking out a startled, “Yes.”
He didn’t allow her anytime to adjust and reached for her hair to wrap its length around his fingers. Helen leaned into his hold. Used to the way Vin liked his sex, she arched her back, enjoying the sting on her scalp from his unrelenting hold on her hair.
“Ahhh, just like that, baby. Work my dick, hellcat.”
Wetness sluiced between her legs and Helen rocked back on her hips. His pumps varied from short and shallow to long and deep. A tease to the big event. “Vin.”
His other hand tightened at her waist as he thrust deep. “Right here, baby. Right here.” His breath panted against the side of her neck, the weight of his body covering her back.
Helen moaned wanting him to move faster, but he continued to ease in and out of her channel, switching the maddening pace. “Please.” She clawed the bed in frustration.
Vin let go of her hair and the mass slid around her face. Large hands reached around to fondle her swinging breasts. At her gasp, his fingers tweaked her nipples causing a corresponding convulsion in her belly. He rocked harder, his thighs rasping along hers. Rough hair tickled her flesh. Teeth came into play as he raked them down the tendon on her neck. Helen shivered from her head to her curled toes. Vin chuckled, puffs of air ruffling the hair by her ear. “So easy, hellcat. That’s what I like about you. You respond to my every touch.”
Helen liked it too. Vin knew where to touch. How hard and how soft. He alternated like now, rocking his hips harder into hers then gently rubbing her nipples with the pads of his fingers. The move deepened the penetration as she felt him swell within. Her core spasmed. “Don’t stop.” She circled her hips to encourage him.
“Never,” he growled. One hand trailed from her breast down her torso until it hit the top of her pubic region. His thumb swiped down her middle bumping her clit.
Helen jerked and tried to lift forward for more of his touch. His teasing finger evaded her effort. Helen felt him smiling when he pressed his mouth against her shoulder blade in a soft kiss. Her hands dug into the sheets, fingers curling. This was where he excelled. The eerie blend of ruthless lover versus sensual boyfriend.
The dichotomy threw Helen off and left her floundering. Lowering her face to the bed, she offered herself to him unwilling to deal with the softer side of him. Predictably, he groaned. Helen allowed a smile of victory to stretch her lips. Vin loved her ass. He peeled his torso from her sweat slicked back and once again planted his hands on her hips. Muscles in her abdomen clenched tight. Heat suffused her middle.
The position increased his leverage and Helen choked back a scream when the head of his thickness stroked the special spot in her center. He did it again with a taunting laugh to let her know she didn’t fool him. Helen bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.
“You love it, don’t you?” Her silence must have been a challenge for him. Cupping her butt cheeks he rammed deep and true.
Her teeth unlocked releasing cries of pleasure. The steady pounding he gave worked her up fast and furious. Her release boiled over before she could prepare.
“Let it go, Helen. Come hard for me. Pour your heat all over my dick.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Helen balled the sheet in her fist and came on a scream. Heart knocking loudly against her ribs, she rested her cheek on the bed and gulped for air.
Vin grunted harshly, fingers pinching her flesh. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room. “Coming,” he gasped and the hot jet of his semen filled her. He groaned before falling onto her back, one hand appearing from the corner of her eyes to brace on the mattress to balance his weight.
***
Air rasped in his chest but Vin managed not to flatten Helen after his release. His body shuddered endlessly while he tried to regain control. Sex with Helen defied explanation. No other woman matched him as closely. He tried to think of something to say but his body crashed fast.
Vin slumped to the side, hooking an arm around her waist and dragged her close. Sleep. He wanted at least two good hours of sleep. Helen curled into his side even as she sniffed. Vin buried his face in her hair and smiled. So tough and so soft. The first time she’d cried after they had sex, he tho
ught he’d hurt her with his rough handling. Then he realized her orgasms caused her held back emotions from the day to release.
In essence, Vin was good for her. He huffed on a laugh at the arrogant thought.
“Vin?”
The drowsy cadence of her voice drew him closer until their legs twined around each other. “Yeah, hellcat.”
Her elbow thumped his middle. Vin chuckled and nuzzled the exposed crease between her shoulder and neck. Her shiver more than rewarded him and his dick twitched in renewed interest.
“Tell me what’s really going on.”
Vin pulled back and frowned. His heated buzz cooling quickly. “Helen, it’s best we not talk about that. I don’t want to get you involved.”
An inelegant snort blew air over his forearm. “I’m already involved and David Slade believes I know more.”
Forget crashing. Sitting up abruptly, Vin turned the bed side lamp on. Light pierced the veil of darkness and dispelled the intimacy. “You spoke with Slade?”
Helen rolled to her back, blinking like a lost kitten. “He came by after the first time you left for the attacks.”
Anger began a slow simmer. Fucking bastard. “What did he say exactly?” Vin planned on knocking Slade flat on his ass, boss or no boss.
Helen must have sensed his concern. The covers fell to her waist. Her brows pulled down in a sharp V, emphasizing his favorite scar. “Just not to talk about your team. Stuff I saw with the Rekabian attack.”
Vin tugged the sheet up blocking his view of her tantalizing curves. Thinking about sex wouldn’t help him focus on this conversation. “Stay away from him.” He cupped her chin and leaned in close. She needed to get how serious he was. “I mean it. Don’t be alone with Slade.”
“I think I deserve the truth. All of it.”
She probably did but no way he’d tell her everything. Maybe he could give her a little and she’d let the rest go. Helen on a tear was like a stubborn bulldog. “As I’m sure you realized, my team and I have certain abilities.”
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