“Jaxon,” she gasped.
“I’m going to strip you, baby. All right?”
“Yes, yes.” Please. She wanted his fingers inside her. She wanted him pumping, sliding, wanted them connected. She wanted him to be a part of her.
He fisted a handful of the dress, and she said, “I’ll help.”
“Hell, no. Grab the bedpost.”
“Wh—what?”
“Grab the bedpost.” He didn’t wait for her to obey, but gently clasped her wrists and lifted, curling her fingers around the rail.
In this position, her back was arched and her br**sts were straining toward him.
He sat up, crouching on his knees. “So beautiful.”
When he looked at her like that, she felt beautiful. She didn’t feel like an object, a machine, a thing to be used. She was simply a woman.
He kneaded her br**sts, thumbs moving over her ni**les just as his mouth had done, before once again gripping her dress and shimmying it down her waist, over her legs. A moment later, it joined her bra on the floor.
Un-ziiip. He tossed one of her boots. A smile curled his lips when he spied the knives strapped to her calf. Velcro was pulled apart, blades removed, and a clink, clink sounded as they, too, were tossed onto the floor.
Un-ziip. Off came the second boot. Jaxon’s grin widened as he removed another cache of artillery. A gun, a throwing star, another blade. Clink, clink, clink. “How many weapons do you carry at a given time?”
“As many as I can hide.” When needed, she would pin her hair back with retractable knives, carry drugs in her rings, as Jaxon well knew, and use the underwire in her bra as an electrical conductor.
“Will I find anything under those sexy little panties?” He glided his palms up her legs and sank his fingers underneath the waistband of the lace.
“Just me.”
He groaned. “You’re going to kill me. You know that?” With a tug, the panties were removed. He sucked in a heated breath, his gaze boring into her wet folds. “God, you’re hot.”
She gulped at the raw desire emitting from him.
He rubbed at the erection straining against his jeans. “Soon I want your hand here.”
“Take them off,” she commanded.
“Not yet. Moment they’re off, I’ll be inside you.”
She didn’t understand the problem. “That’s where I’d like you to be.”
His head fell back, and he released another groan. Without the magnetic pull of his gaze holding her captive, she was able to look down. His c**k was so long and thick, she could see the swollen head peeking from his pants. Moisture glistened there.
“Jaxon,” she beseeched.
“Not yet.” He reached behind him and tugged off his shirt. His chest was tanned, his ni**les tiny and brown, his stomach roped with steel. Only a slight smattering of dark hair and several white crisscrosses of scars marred the perfection, but she loved them. Her palms were tracing every line before she realized she had even moved.
“Your touch makes me burn,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve already proven I can come from it alone.” His tone held the barest hint of self-castigation. “I’m going to lick you with my mouth.”
“Please, yes. I liked making you come.” It had given her a sense of pride.
“I want to taste you. Will you let me?” As he spoke, he gripped her legs and raised them onto his shoulders. “Say yes.”
“Yes.” No hesitation. This was an act she had not allowed her targets to perform. Ever. There was something so personal about it, so intimate, even more so than sex. Jaxon, she wanted to do it. Was desperate to have him licking deep, tonguing her.
A heartbeat later, his tongue was on her, flicking over her clitoris. Her hips shot off the mattress and her hands tangled in his silky hair.
“So good,” he said, the words causing a vibration to shoot through her. “Like honey.”
Stars winked behind her lids. And when he slid a finger inside her, another teasing her other opening, she shuddered deliciously. His tongue never stopped working her, urging her toward satifaction, but never letting her come. Every time her body stiffened, about to fall over the edge, he paused, waited for her to calm, to still. Then he started all over again.
He used his tongue, his teeth, and even hummed to shoot more of those vibrations through her.
“Too much,” she finally gasped. Sweat beaded over her, she couldn’t catch her breath, and she was utterly desperate for release.
The strain was telling on him, too, but he said, “You can take more.” A second finger joined the first, stretching her wider. “I want you mindless. Thinking only of me.”
“I am.”
“Prove it.”
“Jaxon. Jaxon, Jaxon, Jaxon,” she chanted. My Jaxon.
“Don’t ever forget.”
“Won’t.” Can’t.
He paused. She nearly shouted.
“I vow to you here and now, Mishka, that I will never hurt you. You can trust me.”
With those words, that erotic vow, there was no stopping her orgasm. Not this time. Pleasure slammed through her, more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before. A scream ripped past her lips, a sultry concerto of freedom and bliss.
When she quieted an eternity later, Jaxon was naked and crawling up her body. Glistening sweat dripped from him. He wasn’t smiling, didn’t look capable of gentleness any longer. He looked savage.
His silver eyes pierced her as he gripped his c**k and moved to penetrate her. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
Rather than surge forward, he stilled, the tip teasing her. Absolute agony claimed his features. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t have any here.” She reached between them and curled her own fingers around the thick base. The heat, the strength captivated her.
He hissed out a breath. “Hell, yes.”
“I can’t get pregnant, but…”
“Move your hand on me. Up and down. Just like that.” His eyelids closed. “But what?”
As she worked him, her knuckles brushed her clit, intensifying her renewed desire. “I’ve never let a man enter me without one. I can’t catch anything, but I never wanted to chance it. I never wanted such close contact.”
His hips pumped forward, the lines of strain around his mouth deepening. “Do you want it now?”
Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound emerged. Did she?
“It can be like last time if you prefer, but I want to be inside you. I want to feel you, all of you.”