Promises Prevail (The Promise Series) (27 page)

They were at the foot of the stairs before she found her voice. “Where are we going?”

“Upstairs where I can love you right.”

“I can’t imagine you doing it wrong.” The bold statement just popped out.

Clint s eyes flared and his breath sucked in. And then he was in motion again, spinning them around, backing her up. His arm hit the wall first, taking most of the impact snapping her into the equally hard wall of his chest. His mouth came down on hers, wild and hungry as if he wanted to devour her. His teeth grazed her neck as he arched and fumbled beneath her. He sucked at the cord of her neck and shoulder as he kicked free of his boots and pants, jostling a laugh from deep within. She didn’t recognize him like this. Didn’t recognize herself like this. But she liked it.

The broad head of his cock slid along her buttocks as he groaned in relief. His mouth came back to hers, and he was kissing her again, his mouth as possessive as his hands on her hips, his cock branding her with the heat of his passion, demanding that she give in and accept him.

And she did. He lifted her, a wicked smile on his exotic face, and slid his cock between them, tilting her so that he rode her crease, the broad head flicking her swollen clit as he speared up through her folds, sending shards of lighting flickering outward. She hunched her back and buried her face in his neck as he climbed the stairs, every step nudging the hot length of his shaft along her ultra sensitive clit. It was sinful, decadent and she never wanted it to end. By the time they reached the top of the stairs she was whimpering and gasping, her mouth kissing and sucking at his shoulder in response to the blistering demands of her body.

He entered the bedroom without missing a beat, and kicked the door closed. His cock dipped and caught the top fold of her pussy where it pressed and strained.

“Son of a bitch!” The heated curse swept past her ear as Clint caught a fistful of her hair in his hand and pulled her head back. The salty taste of his flesh lingered on her lips as she stared up at him. She held his gaze as she licked it off.

He tossed her, his masculine laughter following her as she squealed and flailed for support. The softness of the mattress wrapped around her before it dipped to one side and then the other as Clint placed his hands besides her knees, his hair swinging forward between them. He started crawling up her body, his hands set with predatory precision alongside her as he covered her. Everything feminine in her went on alert. Even though she knew he was playing, he was too big, too masculine to just lie still. She propped herself on her elbows and wiggled backward.

“Clint?”

He just smiled wider and kept on coming, his biceps flexing with every move, his cock dragging up the inside of her thigh in a hot, silken caress. The sheer weight of the broad head of his cock pulled it down.

She looked over her shoulder. She was running out of bed. His arms drew even with her hips. He paused, grinned at her and slowly, slowly lowered his head, holding her gaze the whole time. His hair pooled on either side of her thighs, while his tongue, his wickedly talented tongue extended toward her pussy. He wiggled it once, making her shiver and arch up almost imperceptibly. His smile broadened and then he was licking her, swirling his tongue through her thick juices, tapping her clit with every other pass, while his eyes measured every response she made. It was too much. Too intimate. She let her lids flutter down on the next wave of passion.

A nip on her thigh had them flying open.

“Watch.”

She didn’t know whether to be scared or soothed.

“You bit me.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her and sucked the injured area before laving it with his tongue.

“No, Sunshine. I just got your attention.”

She rubbed the inside of her thigh. He kissed her hand, working his tongue between her fingers, tickling her with the promise of sensation.

“But…”

“Trust me, baby.”

He held her with the power of his personality, the depth of the emotion in his eyes, the promise of passion in his touch. It might make her a weak woman, a loose woman, but she wanted that pleasure with him again. Wanted to give it back to him. No matter what.

She removed her hand and placed it on his head. His hair was silky and cool to the touch, soothing against the heat of her skin. He turned and kissed her palm. Feeling bold and daring, she curved her fingers over his jaw. The start of his beard rasped her skin.

He paused and looked up at her over her hand. The heat under the question in his gaze seared her.

“I want to make you feel good, too.”

“I’m feeling very good right now.” His deep voice rolled over her the way it always did, soothing and stimulating at the same time.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to just take. I want to give.”

“Sweet thing, you’re giving me heaven right now.”

“I’m not giving you anything. I’m just lying here.”

He kissed his way up her stomach, each brush of his lips on her flesh infinitely gentle. “You’re giving me your trust.”

It wasn’t enough. “Please?”

He kissed the tip of each breast, sucking each in turn before nuzzling into the side of her neck.

“How about we make a deal?” The question wafted against the sensitive cord of her neck.

She curved her fingers over his shoulders. “What?”

The bed dipped, shifting her to the right as he continued his climb. “You forgive me this time, and I’ll let you run amok later.”

His cock nestled into the damp well of her vagina as his hair fell over her face, obscuring her view. She shifted back to level as her left arm joined his right, even with her shoulders.

“Forgive you for what?”

“My impatience.” The explanation ended on a hiss as he pressed against her.

“Oh.” He was big.

His fingers on her cheek soothed her nerves. He was still in control. But dear God, he was so big.

“Easy, Sunshine.”

The mattress creaked as he shifted his weight onto his forearm. He was breathing hard, his breath hitting her cheeks in rapid puffs. He cupped the back of her head in his hand. He smelled of coffee, her and them.

“I’ll be as easy as possible,” he whispered against her mouth. “But I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”

She could feel his urgency in the quiver of his muscles, the restrained power surging through him. She tilted her head back into his grip, knowing it was the right thing to do as he groaned and kissed her throat. She pushed his hair back to better see his expression. It was hard, almost savage with the desire tearing at him. For her.

“You need me.”

The kiss he pressed into the hollow of her throat was violent with restrained hunger. And still he held back. “I’m aching for you.”

She’d never known anyone like him. “Let me get my cream.”

His laugh was more of a moan. “You don’t need cream.”

He caught her hand in his, dragging it down between their bodies until her fingers dipped between her legs. Her flesh there was abnormally soft and wet. Slippery.

“Feel how ready you are for me. How your sweet pussy is crying for me.”

Her fingers bumped the head of his cock. She turned her hand in his, grasping the thick stalk. She couldn’t wrap her fingers around the smooth, hard shaft, but she tried, squeezing what she could. Clint stopped breathing, his whole body caught in a desperate, expectant stillness. His huge cock leapt in her hand as his body jerked down. The resulting charge of sensation up into her womb had her gasping and instinctively arching up. He pushed harder against her. Her flesh tingled and ached as her muscles fought to accommodate his entry. A whimper tore from her throat.

“Son of a bitch.” Clint’s torso slammed her down into the mattress, keeping her from moving. “Don’t do that, baby.” He dragged her hand off him. “You’ve got to leave a man some control,” he drawled as he brought her hand up between them.

His dark eyes held hers, his nostrils flaring as he caught her scent. He brought her fingers to his mouth with deliberate intent, and closed his lips over the first two. He shuddered, his eyelids lowered, and his cock rocked against her opening as his tongue lapped the underside of her fingers. With his gaze locked on hers, there was no way she could mistake his response for anything else than pleasure. He sucked and then paused, as if savoring her flavor, letting it roll across his tongue before he swallowed. His lids lifted and his pupils flared as he went after the third finger.

“You taste so good, Sunshine. You make me want to eat you from sunup to sundown.”

Those words, spoken in that rough drawl, rode her nerves harder than a caress. He really did like her. As she was. There was no way anyone could fake that much passion.

Clint’s lips and tongue worked her fingers, tugged at hidden nerve endings until it felt like he was so deep inside her, he was tonguing her womb. The tingling spread outward, making her ache and throb, tense with the need for more.

“That’s it,” Clint whispered in that deep, dark tone. “Just relax and let me in.”

She was, she realized. Though it felt like some invisible spring was coiling tighter and tighter deep inside, her woman’s flesh was actually relaxing against him. Welcoming him. With every pulse of his hips, he was gaining a fraction more entry. And her body was clamoring for more. Beyond sense and beyond reason, she wanted him in her. Wanted him to fill her.

She tried to push up. To help. A simple flex of his hips kept her in place.

“No.” He kissed her palm before placing it on his shoulder. “You just relax and let me do this.”

It was easier said than done, especially when he brought his big hand between them and paced the rough surface of his thumb high up on her pussy, just over her clit. He did nothing more than rest it there while he maintained the pressure of his cock against the tight ring of muscle guarding her passage. The inner urging to move, to mate grew stronger.

She was so empty and needy and she
needed
him to move. His fingers. His hips. She needed him to fill all the places in her that had been empty for so long.

“Clint, please.”

“Please what?” His voice was hoarse and raspy. He needed her as much as she needed him.

She bit her lips, and tried to decipher all the needs clamoring for notice. Her nipples ached against his chest. Her clit ached against his thumb. Her pussy ached against his cock. Any place her body touched his, nerve endings screamed for attention. Stimulation. She couldn’t isolate it to one need so she generalized it into one command.

“Move!”

Even as the words left her lips, she couldn’t believe her daring, giving a man an order. But she needn’t have worried. Rather than tensing up, Clint laughed that way he had that sent shivers down her spine, and she had a bit of what she wanted as his chest vibrated against her nipples, giving them a small taste of what they cried out for.

His black eyes didn’t miss a thing, least of all her surprised expression. “Like this?” he asked with pseudo innocence as he dragged his chest across hers, the ripples of muscle and scar tissue abrading her nipples deliciously. Pleasure bound with desire, twisting around her chest, constricting the muscles, leaving her helpless to do anything, even breath, as the sensations whipped through her, soothing and intensifying the painful need.

“Or like this?” he asked as he worked his thumb gently against the hood of her clit until she gasped and then, smiling a smile so wicked that Satan would be jealous, his teeth flashing white in his dark face, he rubbed that spot with deliberate slowness. He chuckled when she began to pant, laughed when she cried out and encouraged her as a scream built in her throat.