Page 32 of Duty and Desire

“Baby.”

“I know that sounds horrible, but it’s true. The idea of something—” She cuts herself off and shakes her head. “I can’t handle that.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“You don’t know that. You have one of the most dangerous jobs in the world.”

“I now have a reason to make sure I make it home,” I tell her softly. Her head flies up so her gaze can search mine.

“You—”

“You’ve turned my life upside down in just a few short weeks,” I insert, then capture her face in my palms. “I wasn’t expecting this. Or you.” I shake my head. “I’ve tried telling myself that I need to keep my distance.”

“You should.”

“It’s too late.” I laugh. “Look at where you are right now, babe, and tell me that this shit doesn’t feel right.” I give her a minute to lie to me, to tell me that she doesn’t feel like she fits in my arms, in my home, in my life. But she doesn’t. She can’t deny it, just like I can’t.

Sliding my hand back into her hair, I drag her forward and brush my lips against hers. The cute little sound she makes in the back of her throat when I start to pull away and her fingers digging into my shoulders let me know she’s not ready to end the kiss.

My cock, already hard from her closeness, becomes painful. I give her what she wants, using my hold to slant her head to the side and cover her lips with mine. I slide my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers, groaning as she straddles my lap, causing the heat of her through the thin shorts she wears to rub against my erection.

As the softness of her tits presses into my chest and her taste explodes on my tongue, I devour her, not sure I’ll ever get enough or that I’ll be able to stop.

“Noah,” she moans, her hands going to my head as she lets hers fall back. Cupping her breasts in my hands over her thin tank, I nip my way down her neck, then groan as she rocks against me.

Flipping her onto her back, I settle between her spread thighs and wait until her lashes flutter open before placing my face close to hers. “We need to stop.”

“What? No.” She grabs my shoulders and wraps her legs around my hips. “Please, no.”

“I’m trying to do the right thing.”

“Me too.” She leans up and nips my chin with her teeth. And just like that, whatever chivalry I had is gone. I cover her mouth with mine once more, reaching my hand between us to cup her sex. Even through the cotton of her shorts, I can feel how wet she is, and if I wasn’t already on edge, that shit would send me over.

Sliding the material to the side, I slip my fingers between the lips of her smooth sex, and her hips buck as I easily find her clit and circle it.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I slip one finger inside her, then another, and bite back a curse. “And so tight. I’m gonna need to stretch my pussy out so I don’t hurt it too bad the first time I fuck it.”

“Oh my God.” She pants, lifting her hips into my hand, her core clenching around my fingers as I lick down her neck to the tops of her breasts. “Noah.”

“I know, baby. I feel it.” I bite her nipple through the cotton of her shirt and use my thumb to roll over her clit. “I want all that wet heat wrapped around my cock.”

“Yes,” she breathes, leaning up so she can pant against my mouth. “I want that.”

“You want me to fill you up?” I work my fingers inside her, loving the sounds she’s unconsciously making and how good she feels around me.

“I…” Her head falls back. “Oh, goodness.” Her legs, still wrapped around me, tighten as her pussy begins to flutter. Watching her start to fall apart has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life, and it obviously takes herby surprise because she almost looks panicked. Before she can overthink it, I cover her mouth with mine, and she instantly relaxes, her body taking it from there, climaxing before she goes limp.

I slowly ease my fingers out of her and smile at the contented expression on her face. “You okay?”

“No.” Her lashes flutter, and she nibbles her bottom lip. “I…” Her cheeks darken. “Never mind.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She looks away as she attempts to sit up. Something impossible to do with me still holding her hostage with my weight between her legs.

“Talk to me.”

“I’ve never had an orgasm.” She covers her face with her hands, and my muscles bunch.