Hostile Ground (The Arsenal #7) - Cara Carnes Page 0,100
squeezed. “On your back. I want to ride you.”
“Next time,” Kristof said as he reached for a condom in the nightstand. Bless Maksim and his overly prepared and intrusive ass. He ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled it on. “Guide me in. I love your hands on me.”
Need shot through him when she squeezed his dick. If she kept that up, he wouldn’t last long. She positioned him and raised her legs so her knees were near her chest. He roped them around his shoulders and sank into her tight, hot pussy.
“It’s like coming home,” he whispered against her throat. He thrust deeper, relishing her soft moans and pants.
“Harder.” Nails dug into his forearms.
Pleasure spiraled within him as they moved in tandem, lost within mutual need and desire. She growled and shifted her legs from his shoulders. Shock rolled through him when she flipped them. Smiling, she ran her nails down his chest. The mild scoring of flesh made him groan as he thrust upward.
“Ah, ah,” she chastised. “My turn.”
Kristof cupped her breasts as she moved atop him. The slow pace surprised him. She peered down at him through half-hooded eyes and clasped his hands. Guided them to her hips.
“This is how I wanted you that night,” Addy said as she sank fully onto him. “Me. Not the operative the others got. I was there. Wanting you.”
“Addy.” He squeezed her hips. “Show me. Take me. I’m yours.”
She closed her eyes and quickened her movements until they both panted with need. He caressed from her hip to her clit, then rolled his thumb along the aroused bud.
“Kristof.”
Moans filled the room as she came. He gripped her hips and surrendered his own release. She milked his cock with slow, sensuous strokes and then collapsed atop him. Arms wrapped around her, he forced his labored breathing to normal, but his lungs refused to cooperate. He drifted within the euphoria.
“Fuck, you just ruined me for other women.” Threading his fingers through her hair, he tugged until their gazes locked. He kissed her softly, smiling at the moan she emitted. “Never felt this with anyone else. Only you.”
Her gaze widened. She rested her head on his chest and sighed. “This is what you wanted. Utter surrender from us both.”
He caressed her back, drawing lines and circles to remind them both this was real. It wasn’t a fantasy he’d created while working his own dick. Yeah, he’d done that more than a few times while thinking of Addy.
“Thank you for saying no,” she whispered. “You were right. It wouldn’t have been like this that night.”
Surprise stilled his movements. He hadn’t expected the admission. “That was the hardest thing I’d ever done—walking away from what I wanted most.”
Now what? Kristof let the question drift between them as a comforting silence settled. She stroked his chest, his arms. Her legs stretched as she sighed heavily. No way in hell was he breaking the emotional bond forming between them by getting up and dealing with the condom. Not yet.
Sex wasn’t clean, controlled pleasure. Not with Addy. He’d carry her to the shower and clean up later. His cock stirred at the thought.
“Tell me about her,” she whispered.
Kristof stilled. “Mama?”
“Yes.”
He’d never shared memories of his mama with anyone, not even Maksim. She was a private ghost he kept locked within his heart—so deep she wouldn’t ever suffer pain again. “She had the smile and voice of an angel. When I was young, she’d tell me stories then sing songs her papa had sung to her.”
Memories engulfed him. His heart ached whenever he thought of her. “I was too young to understand so much back then—the subtle ways she kept me safe when he was angry. How she kissed every hurt away when I was a reckless child. The way she stood between me and him when I was too foolish to understand his evil.”
Addy tightened within his arms. “I don’t remember much about my parents. It hurts, you know. There’s a giant hole inside me where they should be.”
“It feels as though the hole left by her death won’t ever be filled,” he said.
“Mom painted,” Addy whispered. “I remember her outside, smiling into the sunshine while I played by a river. That’s the most vivid memory I have.”
“Did you live by a river?”
“I don’t remember.” Sadness filled her voice.
Kristof kissed her softly. “We were young when we suffered their loss. It shaped us into who we’ve become.”