Hostile Ground (The Arsenal #7) - Cara Carnes Page 0,109

she shimmied downward and licked the tip of his dick.

“Addison.” He grabbed her hair and moaned as she took more of him into her mouth.

Need pulsated within her, pooling arousal between her legs. They’d had sex on the small boat, then again once they’d arrived in the secluded inlet. They’d yet to eat whatever he’d packed in the basket.

She licked and sucked his cock as she played with his balls. The firm grip in her hair quickened her pulse. Unlike most men she’d been with in the past, Kristof had no problem letting her take the lead even though he was clearly a dominant lover.

Hers.

Possessiveness rolled through her in a tidal wave of pleasure. Would she ever sate the need he incited?

“Rub your clit for me,” he ordered. “I want to watch you come before you take my dick.”

Addy kissed his cock one last time. Settling her ass on his thighs, she smiled down at him as she played with her breasts. “I like when you suck them.”

“Lean down and I will.”

“Next time,” she taunted as she caressed her ribs, then angled downward until her fingers rolled along her sensitive clit. “I love when you taste me. No one’s ever…”

She closed her eyes as the unfinished admission hung between them. Even though she’d been with a lot of men, she’d never enjoyed sex like this. It had always either been a part of the job or a need she fulfilled when necessary.

Until Kristof.

He wasn’t an itch she could scratch. He’d burrowed beneath her skin and become a part of her, a presence she wanted to nourish. Love.

“Look at me, Addison,” he whispered.

Intensity resonated within his eyes when their gazes locked. “It feels like you look into my soul.”

“Because you own mine,” he said. “It’s just you and me. Nothing from the past will ever hurt us again.”

Addy took the condom and ripped it open. Rolling the condom into place, she sighed her contentment as she guided him into her. His deft fingers teased her clit, driving her deeper into the pleasure. She quickened the tempo, riding him harder and faster as need overtook her fully.

She clutched as his forearms, then his lower stomach as she spiraled into the abyss. “Kristof.”

He growled and spun them, settling on his knees behind her when she landed on all fours. Shock stilled her as flashes from the past filled her mind.

“Addy?”

“No. Not like this,” she said. Licking her lips, she calmed her breathing. “I need to see you.”

“My sweet Addy,” he whispered as he stroked her back. He shifted them until she was on her back and faced him. Kisses along her jawline, then down her neck fanned the desire.

The tidal wave of pleasure returned as he thrust into her once again. Legs wrapped around him, she grasped his ass and kissed his face, his chest. His release followed her second.

They collapsed onto one another, their labored breaths filling the air between them. Sweat dampened her skin and hair. Smiling, she settled into his side and coiled her legs between his.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered.

“It’s never been like this with anyone else.”

“Me neither.”

He finger-combed her hair and looked down at her. “Who hurt you?”

Tightness filled her chest. The urge to look away from the intensity in his eyes rode her hard, but she stood her ground. Denial poised on her tongue but lying to Kristof felt…wrong. She didn’t want deceit between them.

She wasn’t sure if there was a them beyond Russia, but if there was, he deserved the truth. “Some of my Hive assignments were difficult.”

“I wish I could’ve killed the bastard so he would’ve suffered.”

Peter. Addy forced a deep breath. “He’s dead. That’s what matters.”

“Don’t belittle what he made you do.” Kristof caressed her back. “Someone raped you.”

“I was young, too scared to do what needed to be done.” Addy swallowed. “I never really realized it, but I haven’t had sex facing away from someone since then.”

“You kept control.”

Addy nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for what you feel.” He lifted her chin. “Don’t ever hide your fears from me. They’re mine to battle, just as mine are yours.”

“Are they?” Hesitation filled her voice. “What are we doing? Is there a future for us? How will that work?”

“However it must. We spent too much of our life separated, forced into hells we survived. Now that you’re back in my life, I’m not letting go. Ever.”

“I can’t leave The Arsenal. They’re too important to me, and the work I do there…it helps heal me. I know