Hostile Ground (The Arsenal #7) - Cara Carnes Page 0,99

looked away.

“Look at me.”

Immediate compliance. Her heartbeat quickened when their gazes locked. “Kristof.”

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“Kristof.”

He cursed the wariness in her gaze and voice, but anger had no place in this room. Nothing would stand between them tonight. No one.

“It’s just you and me,” he whispered. He stroked along the seam of her pussy, running his fingers through her arousal. “You’re wet for me.”

He thrust a finger into her slick heat and drew it out. Their gazes locked as he licked the digit. Shock flared her eyes wide a moment. Amusement rolled through him, but he bit back the sound.

“You taste better than I’d ever imagined. You’re an ambrosia I will never get enough of.”

“You have issues.” She looked away.

He thrust a finger into her again, plunging deep enough to incite her moan. She arched toward him. “So responsive. Your body is mine tonight. Mine is yours.”

“Then fuck me already,” she snapped.

He spread her pussy lips and leaned forward. A groan escaped him as he lapped at her arousal and rubbed his thumb across her clit. Although he wanted nothing more than to settle into inciting her orgasm, he still sensed her unease.

He thrust two fingers into her pussy. She moaned. He pulled them out and maneuvered upward until he loomed above her. Surprise stilled her beneath him when he ran the arousal-covered fingers across her lips.

“It pains me that a passionate woman like you is uneasy with this,” he whispered. “Open your mouth for me.”

Her gaze glinted a silent warning as she sucked her lips inward. He chuckled and threaded his other hand in her hair. A tremble rolled through her entire body as he kissed and nipped along her neck and earlobe.

“No one and nothing exists when we are alone and making love, Addison. No judgment. No barriers.” He bit her earlobe, just hard enough to earn a startled gasp. “I want to kill whatever bastard conditioned you to be ashamed of your body. Your curves and juices are treasures I intend to fully savor.”

She emitted a growl.

“Taste yourself for me,” he whispered. “Experience what I’m about to relish.”

Their gazes locked as she opened her mouth. He ran the fingers along her mouth, then moved them between her parted lips. Need surged to his cock when her tongue darted across them, so quickly he’d almost consider it his imagination if he hadn’t been watching. Her pupils dilated more as she sucked them fully.

Had anyone ever taken time with her, savored the carnal delights of lovemaking? The primal possessiveness she incited within him hoped not because he wanted to be the one to awaken that side of her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against her mouth. He pulled his fingers out and kissed her. She deepened the kiss and ran her hand down his chest.

“Kristof, I want you in me.” She grasped his cock and squeezed. “You’re as big as I’d imagined. Long and thick.”

“I like knowing you’ve thought of me.” He kissed her once again. “Lie back.”

She moved backward without argument. Kristof rewarded her with touches and kisses along her body. Magnificent. Every inch of her was a treasure he intended to enjoy. Repeatedly.

He stroked her body, savoring the softness of her skin and the toned muscle that offered an unspoken story, sacrifice and dedication to her work. She was a warrior, a fearless operative contained within the most beautiful and fascinating woman he’d ever met. His cock throbbed at the thought of what she’d be like when she took control in the bedroom. He looked forward to finding out, but not tonight.

He massaged her thighs, moving up from her knees. Settling between her parted legs once more, Kristof continued his ministrations. He alternated his fingers and tongue along her clit and pussy. Her firm grip in his hair no longer drew his head away, but forward as she arced upward.

Approval rumbled from him as he guided her closer to release. His entire body ached with the need to thrust himself balls deep inside her, but he’d wait. They’d have all night to quench their lust.

Pleasure and possessiveness vied for control when she cried out her release. Kristof worked his fingers inside her, lapped at her clit and dragged out her soft moans. Ache thrummed within his dick by the time she collapsed on the bed. Licking a trail upward, he paid homage to each of her beautiful breasts before kissing her.

“Your turn,” she whispered against his throat. She massaged his balls, then wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and