to his ears. She held nothing back, giving him her response freely and openly.
He was greedy and wanted more, wanted everything.
When he was satisfied, he did the same to the other. She clutched his head, pulling him closer. It almost killed him to stop, but she was still half-dressed. They were both panting hard when he pulled back. “Stand up.”
“What?”
“Stand up,” he repeated. Not waiting, he caught her hands and pulled her to her feet. As soon as she was steady, he went to work on her pants. His hands actually shook as he released the last fastener and shoved them down.
Her stomach was flat, her curves subtle. She’d lost weight these past several days, and she’d been slender to begin with. Too much hard work and not always enough food. Her underwear was plain, unadorned white. He’d never seen anything so sexy.
Falling to his knees, he buried his face against her stomach and inhaled deeply, catching the slightest hint of her arousal. He wanted to tell her how much he admired her, how deeply she’d snared him, but he kept silent, allowing his hands to do the talking.
He slid his palms under the leg edging of her panties and cupped her ass. It was firm and full. She was trembling. He pulled back and looked up at her. She was pale again.
Cursing himself for leaving her standing while he indulged himself, he skimmed her underwear down her legs and pushed her back onto the chair. Keeping his eyes down, he removed her boots, socks, and clothes. “Almost done.” The washcloth was back in his hand and he made fast work of her legs and feet. He sucked in one breath after another, doing his best to avoid looking at her mound, knowing once he did, nothing else would matter.
His skin was too tight for his body. Animalistic need clawed at him, demanding he claim his mate. For that was what she was. If she understood who and what he truly was, would she still want him? The truth was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back. Some habits were impossible to breach. There were some things better kept silent.
“You next.” Her fingers were nimble on his pants. She had them open and his battlesuit shoved down enough for his cock to spring forward. The humming sound she made in her throat, the gleam of approval in her eyes, almost ended him. He jerked back just as she reached for him.
“You do that and it will be over.”
“Really?” She seemed more delighted than worried.
Jamaeh Jerman was big trouble. Good thing handling trouble was his specialty.
Chapter Twelve
Her entire body was alive and electric with expectation. This was going to happen. It was probably stupid to be doing this in the middle of a mission, but if not now, when? Events were moving swiftly.
Zaxe was unlike any man she’d ever know. Built like a god, his big body rippled with muscles, his dark skin gleamed with a light sheen of perspiration. Like the war axe he’d been named for, his features were blunt and masculine. Fearless and ruthless when he had to be, he was nonetheless kind and courageous. He had so many layers to him. She’d only scratched the surface.
Her gaze dropped to his shaft. Like the rest of him, it was big and fierce. The flared head was slightly lighter in color. Her core pulsed with expectation. This might be all new to her, but she knew there would never be another man in her life like Zaxe. He truly was one of a kind.
“Like what you see?” His voice dropped another level, making her nipples tighten even more. She licked her dry lips and nodded.
“I want to touch you.” The hard length of his cock pulsed with life, the veins thick and prominent.
“Be very sure. If we start this, we finish.” He sounded almost angry, but she wasn’t the slightest bit concerned. A haze of sensual need wrapped around her, shoving all else to the background.
“We’re definitely going to finish.” No way was she letting him walk away.
A slow smile spread over his face, along with a sensual hunger that left her breathless. “Then come.” He held out his hand. She took it without hesitation. This was the right man, the right place, the right time.
He pulled her to her feet, then scooped her into his arms and carried her the final few steps to the bed. She could have walked, but oh, how her