Zeke (Delta Forces #2) - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,21

hands away.

“Bed. Now!” he ordered, then scooped her up into his arms, carrying her from the wall to the only bedroom in the apartment. With a kick of his boot, the door slammed shut behind him.

Unceremoniously, he dumped her onto the bed, and proceeded to strip her clothes off. “I’ll be more careful next time, Abby. But right now, I need you naked!”

Seconds later, he got his wish. He barely paused before he lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Abby screamed, writhing under his not-so-tender onslaught. But she needed more! Her fingers moved back to his jeans but again, he stopped her by simply standing up and stripping off his clothes.

“Now, we’re going to do this right!”

“Your stitches!” she gasped.

He shook his head. “I had Mike take them out. My back is fine, Abby.” Then he leered at her. “Forget about my back and concentrate on me.”

With one hand, he took her ankle and spread her legs wide, his eyes moving from her breasts to that secret place. She wanted to hide from him but Zeke wasn’t having it. His hands moving along her legs, first the outside, then the inside, his fingers teasing and touching everywhere. Nothing was off limits and he spread her wide, his mouth hovering teasingly over her core before he covered her with his hot mouth.

She screamed, arching against him, her fingers diving into his hair to hold him there as she wiggled, trying to get his mouth to…! “Yes! Just like that! Do it again!”

He did. Over and over again until she was almost out of her mind with the desperate need for a release. But he didn’t give it to her. When she felt his finger slide into her heat, she screamed again. “Stop teasing me!” she yelled at him, her fingers releasing his hair in order to twist the sheets, not wanting to hurt him even in the throes of the most overwhelming passion she’d ever experienced.

“Yes!” she whispered, or shouted, Abby wasn’t sure. All she knew was that satisfaction was just a little closer.

“Not just yet,” he teased before he wrapped his mouth around that sensitive nub and sucked. Abby was trembling with need now, not sure how to get him to give her what she needed. She stilled, her body right on the edge. But a split second before she might have tumbled over, he pulled away.

“I hate you!” she screamed, opening her eyes to find him rolling a condom down over his erection and she licked her lips. Zeke looked at her with triumph in his eyes which caused her fingers to curl over his shoulders when he lowered himself back down between her legs. “Hold onto me, honey,” he coaxed.

Abby’s fingers tightened on his shoulders as he pressed his impressive length into her. “Yes!’ she sighed, arching and wrapping her legs around his waist while he pressed deeper and deeper into her tight, wet sheath.

When he was fully embedded in her heat, he paused, looking down at her. “You okay?”

“Yes! Damn it, you’re driving me crazy!” And she pressed against him, shifting her body against his in a desperate bid to find that release that her body craved so desperately.

Abby arched her hips, not sure what to do to ease this crazy need for release because she’d never felt like this before. Sex had always been fine but not world-rocking. It had never been insane, desperate, or…just needed!

When he started moving inside of her, she shuddered, lifting her hips to match his thrusts. Over and over again, he pressed into her, bringing her closer and closer! It felt…amazing!

When that beautiful release finally came, she screamed as the waves of pleasure poured over her in a seemingly endless tidal wave.

For a moment, she felt him stiffen and knew that he was finding his own release, but Abby could only hold on, her fingers curling into his shoulders as another orgasm hit her.

Afterwards, Zeke collapsed on top of her, his body a wonderful weight that Abby savored, unconcerned with her ability to breathe. Feeling him like this was more important than oxygen, she thought as her eyes closed.

A long time later, he rolled off of her and pulled her close. “I’m smothering you,” he muttered, and yawned as he buried his nose in her hair.

“You’re fine,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Abby felt him grin into her hair and wanted to laugh. Or cry. Maybe both. That had been the wildest and most beautiful moment she’d