by Em Petrova
She leaned over him, hair tumbling around them in thick waves the way he remembered, and he wished to hell he had more hands. Sinking his fingers into her hair and cradling her head, he inched his other hand up her smooth, bare thigh to her ass. He let out a groan as he discovered just how high her panties rode up on her full ass. She may be small but she was packed with curves.
“Fuck.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic of the leg and followed the cloth up to her hip. She ground against him, breath washing over his lips and tormenting him further. “I’m not going to make it long if I don’t take you.”
She swished her pussy back and forth over his erection in a teasing way that had him gritting his teeth. “Nobody’s holding you back.”
He flipped her. Sucked her breasts into hard peaks until she was writhing and then dragged his rough jaw down the center of her body, leaving red beard burn in his wake. This time he wanted her wearing his marks.
Her skirt took half a second to discard, and he had intentions of ripping her panties, but once he spotted the expensive white lingerie, he couldn’t bring himself to rip them off. He wanted to see them on her again too bad.
Lowering his head, he caught the thin floss of silk in his teeth and edged them down inch by inch, holding her gaze as he did. His cock swelled to the point of bursting, but he wasn’t going to shuck his jeans until the last second.
Goosebumps rose on her skin as he tugged her panties off with his teeth. Inch by inch they slid off. Once she was free, he started at those ankles he remembered so well. Licking the smooth skin, moving up her calves and stopping at her inner thighs. Her scents of arousal had him drunker than any amount of whiskey he could down, and damn if she wasn’t glistening with need.
From between her legs, he looked up at her. Her stomach dipped sharply, and her breasts heaved with her labored breathing.
“Ben,” she rasped.
He held her gaze and without warning, speared her pussy with two fingers. Slamming deep, enveloped to the knuckles by her fiery heat. Need exploded in him, and he had to close his eyes against the sweet torture as he pressed his fingertips upward into her inner wall. Juices flooded his hand, and she went wild. Sharp cries escaped her plump lips as she bucked her hips, pushing up and down on his fingers to get what she needed so badly.
With his other hand, he reached up her body to close his fingers over her nipple as he slowly, gently eased his fingers out of her body. “More,” she whimpered, but he was going at this at his own pace, the way he did everything.
Watching her beautiful features, he filled her pussy with his fingers one more time. And again. She shuddered in pleasure. Fucking her slowly, he kept her just on the edge.
Her inner walls squeezed his digits and when he felt the first pulsation of her orgasm starting, he pulled his fingers free.
“Oh God. Ben, don’t stop.” She’d bitten her lips so they were swollen and wine-red. He moved up her body to paint her full lower lip with her own juices. Her mouth parted on a gasp and he kissed her hard, lapping at her flavors, sinking his tongue deep in mimicry of his fingers in her pussy.
She clung to him with one arm around his shoulders and reached between them to pop the button of his jeans. The zipper vibration set his teeth on edge and sent his cock pounding in time to his pulse. When she reached inside his briefs and pulled out his cock, he shuddered.
There was nothing but Dahlia—that compound wasn’t even on the map of his mind anymore.
He got to his knees and fisted his shaft, watching her eyelids flutter as she looked on. Fuck yeah, he remembered that from the first time—she enjoyed watching him stroke himself.
“You like that, don’t you? You want to see me get off for you?”
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“Maybe later. Right now, I want your legs spread wide on this bed while I put on a condom.”
He didn’t need to ask her twice. As he got to his feet and removed his boots, socks and kicked off his jeans and briefs, his sultry woman didn’t just part her thighs a little bit—she spread them as wide as he expected.
The sight was too much, and he couldn’t stare too long or he’d risk blowing too soon. He ripped open a condom and rolled it in place with one jerk of his hand. Fuck, he hated these things, so confining. And he wanted to feel Dahlia wrapped around him with no barriers, only her extreme heat and his balls resting against her ass as he sank to the root.
She slid her hands down her body, letting him see how she touched herself. Sometime soon they would have to play. But not tonight. He hovered over her again, nuzzling her lips as he ran his cock head up and down her slick seam.
“Ben, I want this so bad. Don’t make me wait.”
Now there was no holding back. He thrust in hard, and she cried out. Tossing her head back on the pillow, stretching perfectly around him. He lowered his mouth to her throat, tasting the sweetness of her skin and moving upward over her jaw to the corner of her lips.
When she twisted her mouth against his and kissed him with so much pent-up passion, he let go of his firm grip on control and his body guided him.
In boot camp, they practiced shooting and tactical maneuvers over and over until it was reflex. This was something much more primal, a drive to sink into Dahlia completely and never surface.
He jerked his hips, she raised hers to meet his plunges. Their tongues tangled, and he heard his unintelligible words that she answered with breathy ones of her own. The darkness of her apartment, the scent of her perfume, the cool air of the overhead fan on his sweat-dotted spine all heightened his awareness far too fast.
Leaning back, he met her eyes, glossy with pleasure. He had to watch her shatter for him and fast. Had to feel her pulsating around him before he could let go of his precious grip on control and come.
She dug her short nails into his ass, dragging him down, closer, harder. The bed shook as he claimed her with everything in him. And she gave herself up.
A sharp cry left her as a mind-blowing first hard pulse of her pussy around his length stripped away his control.
“Holy fuck,” he ground out as her second contraction hit. A rough cry escaped her, and her next clench sent him over the edge. Heat blasted up from his spine to envelop him.
All thought fled as he let go completely, pounding into her, staking his claim in her body as a roar shook his chest and long seconds passed. Scorching heat tore through him as each spurt left his body.
His mind blank, he collapsed. When he finally drifted back to reality, it was to soft kisses being rained all over his face, eyelids and finally his mouth.
“Dahlia,” he breathed for the second time that night, cupping her cheek.
Chapter Three
“I must be crazy,” she murmured, turning on her side as Ben got out of bed to deal with the condom. Her skin burned from his touch and the sear of his rough beard on her. And her insides still hummed with the pleasure of their coupling.
But yeah, she’d lost her mind. She stared at the bathroom door, waiting for him to come back—if he came back. For all she knew, he’d climb out the tiny window and escape.
That was unlikely, she told herself. And if he came back, would he want to do the post-coitus cuddling session?
Ugh, she was already a wreck. She knew Ben was no good for her, yet she’d let her libido take over every single one of her brain cells. Tomorrow how was she going to do her job and do it well? People depended on her to keep them safe and save lives, and she’d be so caught up in memories of… this… that she didn’t know if she could think straight.
The crack of the door opening almost gave her heart failure, and she jerked the covers up to her chin. His gaze fell over her, and damn if she didn’t feel the heat of it.
He returned to the bed and she felt the mattress give under his bulky weight. He curled around her, his mouth at her ear again. “You all right, honey?”
Did he have to smell so good, feel amazing and have the perfect tone of sweetness? It would be easier to
kick him out of her bed if he was a jackass.
Maybe if she feigned sleep, he’d just leave. She wouldn’t put it past him to go against his word to stay till morning anyway.
He trailed his lips across her shoulder, raising the hairs on her neck. “You never told me your middle name.”
She twitched and rolled to her back to stare at him. “You remember that conversation?”
“I remember everything about that night.” He tapped his temple in a way that told her he didn’t forget much. “You know my middle name. I think it’s only fair for you to tell me yours.” He brushed his lips over the crest of her shoulder again.
“Yours is Bartholomew.” Though she didn’t know his last name, she did know that he had a slew of crazy brothers and sisters and was oldest. Other than that, she knew he had a penchant for crawfish and grits, but what self-respecting Louisianan didn’t?
He nodded, eyes shining. So green they reminded her of picnics and long hikes—two things she’d never be doing with Benjamin Bartholomew Whatever-His-Name-Was.
She gnawed on her lower lip until he pressed the pad of his thumb against it, removing it from her teeth. She pushed out a sigh. “My middle name’s nothing special. It’s Ann, after my mother.”
His smile was something straight off the glossy cover of a magazine—part bad boy, part movie star.
“No last names though,” she insisted.
His eyes darkened as if he didn’t like her condition, but he only nodded. “Fine.”
“Since we’re sharing, what do you do for a living?” If he was staying, he was giving more details.
Then at least my imagination would have more to play with.
A crease appeared between his brows. When he didn’t answer, she said, “With all these muscles, it could be construction.”
His brows smoothed.
“Am I right?”
“More like destruction. Demolition.”
Her hands had a mind of their own and roved over his muscled shoulders and hard pecs. When she reached the base of his abs, close to his stiff cock, he stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
“Before I let you have your way with me, you have to tell me what you do for a living.” His eyes burned into her, and she swore when she got off this bed, she’d find scorch marks outlining where she’d lain on the sheets.
“I’m a 911 operator.”
Interest sparked in his eyes. “Are you?”
“Yes. And I had a rough day at work that I need to forget. Now let me use you to forget.” She slithered down his body, landing kisses over his hard chest and flicking her tongue around one nipple to the sound of his groan.
Then she made her way down to the ripples of his abs. Licking each and every swell was the stuff women dreamed of when they looked at him, she was sure of it. She didn’t want to think of how many had navigated this chiseled landscape before her, and continued exploring until she reached his cock.
He lay on his back, one arm slung behind his head in a pose that looked far too casual for the tension she felt humming just under his skin. She flashed a glance at him and snaked out her tongue, tasting the spongy tip of his cock where the sweetness pooled.
His eyes drifted shut and a moan left him.
Feeling the power of having him at her mercy, she went on, swirling her tongue around and around the tip and then gliding it down the underside to the base.
Ben jerked his hips. “Fuck,” he bit off.
“Oh, we will, babe. Right after I drive you a little bit crazy.” When she opened her mouth wide and sucked him right to the back of her throat, he fisted the sheets.
“Jesus. A little bit?”
She reveled in the handsome, rugged man unraveling at the suction of her mouth and the pull of her lips. She bobbed down and then back up. As she lowered her head again, he dropped his hand to her nape and pushed her all the way down. With one hand wrapped around his base, she was able to control how deep she took him into her mouth, but she pressed farther, wanting to give him something to remember.
“Ffffuck.” He shuddered, thighs stiff and bulging with muscle.
Flipping her tongue around his shaft like she was licking an ice cream cone, she made her way back to the tip and moaned as his salty-sweet juice hit her tongue.
He cracked an eye at her as she lapped at his slit.
“Enough. You’re killin’ me, woman.” He wrapped her hair around his fist and guided her back up. The sting on her scalp only heightened her arousal. She leaned off the side of the mattress and grabbed a condom from her nightstand drawer.
He cocked a brow at her. “I don’t know if it’s sexy as hell that you’re prepared or I’m jealous.”
She only smiled sweetly. Straddling his thighs, she worked the rubber down his veined shaft, throwing him coy looks as she did.
“You know exactly what you’re fucking doing to me,” he ground out.
She caught her lip in her teeth again and released it. “Maybe.”
He grabbed her ass and shoved her over his erection. Oh God, this man had enough sex appeal to make a woman explode. She didn’t want to thrust up and down like a wanton, but if this was the last moment she ever had with Ben, she was damn well getting her money’s worth.
Cupping her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, he guided her down a little more. They shared a noise of ecstasy, but he was watching her too closely. What was he up to?
When he parted her cheeks farther and skimmed a forefinger over her netherhole, she sucked in a gasp. Liquid heat dumped into her core. Holy hell… She tested a movement, causing his fingertip to skim her most private region.
She gasped. Nobody had ever touched her there, but it was soooo good. Of course it would be Ben to open those doors to her. A man she couldn’t have or couldn’t keep.
He slid his finger along the outer ring of her pucker, and a throaty noise broke from her.
Her gaze flew to his and their eyes locked. She sank another fraction down his cock, and he caressed her unexplored pucker again, a light tease of his fingertip that was doing unspeakable things to her insides.
Quivering now, she waited for his next move. Would he try to break through her barriers and slide his finger into her ass? Did she want him to?
Yes, she did.
She pushed backward and managed to slip down his erection more.
“Hell,” he grated out and pressed on her netherhole. His fingertip sank inside her, and pleasure rushed up. She couldn’t stop herself from moving—had to or die.
She slammed over him, and fuck—the man was good, all right. He sank his finger all the way inside.
The burning pleasure washed over her, and she barely had a second to adjust before he rocked his hips and withdrew his finger simultaneously.
Ben was one dirty lover, and damn she wanted more. She moaned and hung there over him, unable to for a coherent thought around the insane pleasure coursing through her system.
Realizing she was boneless, he took control, moving his hips up and down, his cock stretching and filling her to the fullest capacity even as his finger had breached new territory.
“God, you’re so responsive. I should have known. Dammit, Dahlia.” He spoke as if her being responsive annoyed him, but right this second she couldn’t care less—she only wanted to reach that invisible summit he was pushing her toward.
He fucked his finger in and out in time to his thrusts, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. She needed to move too.
Using her thigh muscles, she rocked up and down on his muscled hips, taking him all the way and forcing his finger right where she wanted it—deep.
“Has anybody ever fucked you here before?” His gaze trained on her face, sweat beading his forehead.
She shook her head, sending her hair flying around them. “Never.”
“A virgin. Dammit to hell.” He moved his finger, stretching her to the point of no return. A deep thrum had taken up residence inside her, and she could feel a brand-new flutter she’d never experienced befo
re.
“That’s it. Clamp down on me. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Need pulsated through her, making her hot, cold, tingly, numb. She had no idea where her body was going with this, but it was like being on a speeding train with no tracks in sight or straddling a runaway horse. Either way, she was crashing at the end, and she had a feeling she’d never be the same after this experience.
Her throaty cries grew louder, harsher. He moaned in response, and soon the room echoed with their noises of pleasure. He stiffened, jerking his hips faster. His fingertip was hitting that spot even as his cock hit another erogenous zone.
There was no going back, but suddenly panic hit her.
“Ben?” The confusion of what was about to happen to her made his name come out as a question.
“I got you, honey. Just let go.”
She looked into his eyes, being pushed over a cliff into the unknown. Her entire body racked with orgasm, her insides clenching and releasing wildly, her juices drenching them both. He continued to thrust upward and used his finger on her backside, stealing all breath, all thought.
She screamed, and he locked an arm around her, yanking her down for his kiss as his own release hit. Her mind locked to his warmth, the feel of his strength grounding her. The need pulsing through her body didn’t die down even a little bit as he found her mouth and took control of a kiss.
A raucous final cry rushed up her throat and shivers gripped her. He slowed his pace, withdrew his finger. She collapsed to the side and he pulled her into his arms, tucking her head beneath his chin. After a moment or two she drifted and felt him get up to use the bathroom. By the time he returned and pulled her tightly against his chest, she knew she was half in love.
No, not love. Lust. Nobody fell in love with a man after two screws, even if he was a master with his fingers and cock.
She’d like to put his tongue to the test. That shower in the morning was looking more and more exciting.
The smooth swaths of his palm on her back made her relax and drift. Her long day was catching up to her, but more so she found he’d fucked the energy right out of her. Under her ear, his heart thudded, strong and true.