Celt. (Den of Mercenaries Book 2) (7 page)

Finally settling on another movie on one of the HBO channels, they ate in silence. And as she finished, placing the container in front of her, she found that she rather liked just being next to him. The silence didn’t feel awkward at all.

She was content to watch the scenes play out, at least until he reached for her legs and drew them up onto his lap. He didn’t look to her as he did it, his fingertips drifting over her skin moments later.

This time, when she looked back to the movie, it wasn’t nearly as easy concentrating, too enraptured by his touch on her. That desire she had felt back in the kitchen came rushing back with a flourish. And with the pleasurable roughness of his hands, it wasn’t like she could easily ignore what he was doing.

At first she could have mistaken his touch for something innocent, but with each brief stroke of his fingers, his touch went higher and higher until she was so acutely aware of his ministrations that restlessness took over her.

She looked to his face then, wondering if she would see that same arrogance in his face, but she didn’t find that because his gaze was rapt on her legs.

He followed the path his fingers took, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Everywhere he touched made her feel lighter than before, until she was shamelessly parting her legs, aching for his touch to move just a little more inward.

A smile quirked his lips as his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs, drinking in what she offering. The expression on his face shifted then, from arousal to something darker, something that she could almost
feel
.

She still wore his shirt, and her bra and panties, but with the way he was looking at her, she felt naked almost, like he could see every inch of her despite the clothes.

Turning toward her, one minute he was on the other side of her, the next he was between her thighs, his lips just a breath away from her own. This time she didn’t wait for him to kiss her, instead going up to kiss him.

This one wasn’t as soft as the last, but hungrier with the way he coaxed her into surrendering and giving him everything. It wasn’t until she felt the rigid length of his cock pressed against her through his pants that she drew back with a gasp, the contact sending waves of need through her.

“Are you mine for the night?” he asked as he ran a hand along her hip, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt she wore.

“Kyrnon …” It shouldn’t have even been a question.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, already dragging the shirt up her stomach, then over her head and finally tossing it off to the side.

She was his.

She was definitely his.

H
e needed to fuck
.

It was as simple as that.

From the minute he had gotten her here, and she had quite boldly undressed in front of him, it had been a battle of his self-control not to put his hands on her right then.

The rain had soaked through her clothes, making her skin appear more supple and bronzed. And besides the scar from her surfing accident, her skin was smooth and unblemished.

The challenge in her eyes had been enough to excite him, to make him crave her so fucking much, but he had waited — for reasons he thought were dumb now.

She wanted him, there had been no mistaking that with the way she responded so readily to him.

But since tonight would be the first of what he hoped would be many nights with her, he wanted to learn her, figure out what made her come undone.

Kissing her one last time, he moved his lips down along her jaw, over her breast, and down her abdomen until he was at her center, covered in lace. Bringing his hand down, he pressed his fingers against her slit, dragging them up and back down, feeling the quiver run through her.

As he repeated the motion, his gaze shot up to her face, wanting to watch her reaction, see the pleasure he was giving her. But then that wasn’t enough, and in the next moment, he was dragging that material to the side, revealing her slippery sex to his gaze.

He hadn’t meant to take more than a taste, just wanting a sample of what his cock would be buried in, but the minute he had his lips on her pussy, his tongue dragging up her slit before delving between, he knew that wouldn’t be enough.

Amber was just so fucking wet, and he had barely touched her. His cock almost hurt from how hard it was. A whine left her lips as she reached for him, but he caught her hands, interlocking their fingers and pressing their joined hands back against the couch.

She was undulating against his mouth, her cries made him lick at her harder, but it wasn’t until he had his lips around her clit and gave it a suck did her back arch like a bow and a gush of sweetness hit his tongue.

Fucking
hell
, he wouldn’t last.

Forcing himself away from her, he sat up on the couch, dragging her onto his lap, her back to his front.

A shuddering exhale left her as her head fell back against his shoulder, her back arching farther. He knew, even before he got his hand back in her knickers that she was going to be wetter than before for him.

He meant to take his time, find all the spots that made her squirm and beg, but he was just as fucking impatient as she was.

“Show me how you like to come,” he said instead, feeling her response to his words as she arched further, desperately seeking out the fingers he was refusing to give her.

As she started to follow his instruction, his gaze shot to the mirror across the room, their reflection giving him the perfect view as he watched his fingers slip beneath the waistband, following the same path her hand had taken.

Just watching her drag a finger down her slit, then coming back up to rub at her clit had his cock throbbing with need. No, she wasn’t shy by any means, and he knew once he got her beneath him she wouldn’t hold back, giving as good as she got.

But right now, he just wanted to watch her come, watch her fall to pieces.

Dragging the cup of her bra down, he cupped her breast, feeling the cool metal of the bar she had through her nipple. The second he tugged at it, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she moaned low, her hips shifting, grinding against his cock.

She was a beautiful sight, getting herself off like that, but it wasn’t enough for him. He needed to feel her come undone beneath his hands.

Tugging her hand free of her panties, he lifted her off him just enough to drag her panties down her thighs before he had his hand in between her legs again, fingers seeking out the slippery flesh between. Touching her gently, he didn’t linger at her clit like she seemed to so desperately need, instead drifting lower until he could press his middle finger inside her, taking his time as he felt her pussy clench around the invasion.

But as quickly as he was inside her, he was pulling back out only to add a second. A wordless cry fell from her lips, her hips grinding in his lap as she tried to force his fingers deeper, but he dropped a hand to her waist and held her steady.

She was close already, so fucking close that he could feel the greedy pull of her walls around his fingers. But he wasn’t ready to let her come yet — he liked her exactly as she was.

“Kyrnon,
please
.” It was the most she could manage.

“So bloody impatient,” he muttered beneath his breath, punctuating his words with a twist of his fingers, feeling another gush of hot arousal cover his fingers.

He was sure he could keep her like that, dangerously close to the edge, but when he drew her back against him, dragging his teeth along the cord in her neck, she exploded, and when she did, her head fell back, her mouth parting.

“
Kyrnon, yes!
”

His control snapped the moment he heard his name on her lips, sending a flood of adrenaline rushing through him. On minute he still had her in his lap forcing an orgasm out of her, the next she was on her back, and he was crawling between her spread thighs.

Breathless pleas fell from her mouth as she reached for him, desperate to draw him closer, and seeing her like that had him shoving his boxer-briefs down, too impatient to get them all the way off.

As he squeezed his cock, trying to reign himself in, he couldn’t remember a time when he wanted to fuck somebody as much as he wanted to fuck her in this moment. His blood was racing with need, and it was taking every fucking bit of concentration in him not to just shove into her.

But he wasn’t going to deny himself much longer.

Grabbing a foil packet from the pocket of his pants, he tore it open, pulling the latex from it and rolling it onto his cock.

Grabbing hold of her leg with rough fingers, he dragged her closer, hooking her leg around his waist as he angled the blunt tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed forward.

She was like a fucking vice, squeezing him before he could even get completely inside her. The need to just take her right then and there made a sharp sensation slide down his spine, but he held back the urge.

He wanted to drag this out for as long as he could because he knew just by the way she responded to his touch that if she was made to wait, her orgasm would be stronger.

When he was finally in as far as her body would let him, he gave her a moment to adjust to the feel of them, and when he felt her go lax, he carefully eased out of her, and back in again.

“
Fuck
, you feel so good.” Her words were a soft, heady sound, making that smile on his face grow wider.

“Does it ache?” he asked, cupping her breast a moment before he slid his hand back down, using his thumb to make tight circles around her clit.

She was beyond words, full lips parted as a keen sound clawed its way out of her throat, washing over him so acutely, his next thrust into her came harder, faster until he was in a harsh rhythm inside her.

It took every bit of considerable control not to give himself over to the pleasure that was heating his spine. Jesus, it was so fecking good that she was greedy like this, soundlessly begging for his cock as he fucked her harder than before.

He didn’t even realize he had slipped into Gaelic as he told her how much he loved fucking her pussy — how he was about to come from the way she was squeezing him.

It was like a fire was raging beneath his skin, one that she was feeding with every moan out of her mouth. It wasn’t just the feel of her pussy squeezing his cock that was getting him off, but the breathless moans, the way she clung to him so tightly.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever gotten so close so fast, but when he felt her go tight around him again, Kyrnon couldn’t put it off any longer, coming so hard he saw stars.

As his senses came back, becoming more aware of the droplets of sweat sliding down his back in the coolness of the room, he knew without a doubt that once was definitely not going to be enough.

Slowly pulling free of her, he carefully removed the condom and tied it off, dragging his pants back up as he went over to the kitchen to drop it in the trash.

Turning off the television and leaving everything else for the morning, he helped Amber to her feet, and just because he wanted to, he carried her back into his bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

It didn’t take long before she was dozing, having slipped off to sleep once he was beside her. While Kyrnon may not have been mentally tired, she had managed to drain every bit of energy he had left. Usually, he would be perfectly fine to leave his partner slumbering as he went off to do something else, but instead after going out to double check and make sure all his alarms were set and the place was a fortress once more, he rejoined her in bed.

A few hours, he thought as he closed his eyes, draping an arm around her and drawing her back into his hold.

That was all he needed.

I
t was
the warmth of the sun beaming down on her that woke Amber the next morning. Lifting her head, she peeked over to the other side of the bed, but it was vacant, and as she laid her hand where she vaguely remembered Kyrnon having been the night before, she found his spot to be cold.

As she became more aware, sitting up and dragging the sheet with her to shield her nudity, it didn’t take her too long to figure out where Kyrnon had gone. She could hear pans rattling as he moved around in the kitchen, and if she wasn’t mistaken, that heavenly aroma that was wafting out of there was the smell of bacon.

Amber was also glad that she wasn’t suffering from a dull headache from the few shots she’d had the night before. Usually, she felt
something
the morning after having drank anything.

But then again, she also might not have been feeling effects because she had sweated out what little whiskey she’d had. She wasn’t even sure how long they had spent out on his couch, then down on his floor.

Whether she wanted to or not, remembering the way his hands felt on her made her breath catch.

Figuring it would be best not to hide out in his bedroom, she slipped out of his bed, heading over to the walk-in closet she had seen him enter the night before.

There weren’t many suits that lined the walls, his wardrobe made up of mostly jeans and tees. One wall was even dedicated to strictly boots, pairs that looked like they were used for combat as opposed to fashion. Also, she happened to find a drawer full of sweatpants.

Of course she’d known that he was full of it when he told her he had nothing for her to wear the night before, but it was different seeing the evidence of that lie.

Grabbing a pair, she pulled them on, pulling the strings at the waistband to tighten them on her. And finally, grabbing one of the hanging T-shirts, she went in search of his bathroom.

It didn’t take her long to freshen up — the beauty of carrying travel-sized items in her satchel at all times since she worked a lot of odd hours — then she was off to the kitchen where she found Kyrnon standing at the stove with a pair of sleep-pants hanging low on his waist as he fried bacon in a large cast iron skillet.

Before now, she hadn’t given much thought to the idea of his looks still affecting her. It wasn’t like she hadn’t gotten an up close and personal view of him the night before, but it was just the way he stood there so effortlessly—hair in disarray and nothing to protect his chest from popping grease — she found herself smiling all over again.