Page 90 of Mercenary

My cock hardens. There’s a thumping inside my chest that feels like car after car on a freight train is trying to pound their way through.

I push her back onto the table and lower my head. Biting down on the material of her bra, I tear it off of her breast and suck her nipple into my mouth. I feel her pebble up, and move my hand to free her other breast. Pinching her hardened pebble lightly as I work my lips over the other.

She arches into me.

Reaching around her with my free hand, I find the jar and jam my fingers deep inside. But I can’t bring myself to stop suckling her nipple, unwilling to let go of something that has me as hard as a rock and her wild beneath me.

“I’m beginning to believe I can climax from just your mouth on my breasts.”

My lips curl up against her soft skin.

Her hand caresses my cheek, a second before I rip her bra free and go to town on her. Pinching lightly. Sucking hard. Palming her breast and rolling my tongue. Wanting her to climax hard enough she’ll see stars.

Soon, baby. Soon.

She moans and I lift my head. Taking note of the flush of excitement turning her skin pink. Using my fingers, I turn it to tan, smearing peanut butter across her chest, down between her breasts, and even lower across her abdomen. Icing her body like one of her cupcakes.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I mumble, then stop myself from blabbing any further by pressing my lips to sticky skin and placing a light kiss on her collarbone. I lick my way across the top of her chest, following the path I’ve created, down between her breasts and ending at her navel. But I don’t stop where my trail leaves off. I roll my tongue down further until it meets with the elastic waistline of her white lace panties.

“Ahh,” I hear her say, her tone ripe with anticipation . . . and need.

It takes all my strength not to rip her panties off her body and fuck her mercilessly with my tongue. But I want to get inside her, fast.

I scoop her up off the table. “Hold tight.” She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders as I walk us to the kitchen door, thrust it open, and stalk out onto the porch and toward the chairs.

I allow her to slide down my body and find her feet before releasing her to strip. I retrieve a condom out of my back pocket. Kicking off my shoes, unfastening the buttons on my pants and jerking the material down my legs, feeling my erection spring free, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it up.

Her hands are on my chest, on my abdomen, on my cock before I can work the material over my head.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she says, mimicking my words to her. Her lips curling up into a smile. “I never imagined a man could be as beautiful as you.”

“I’m not beautiful,” I gruffly reply.

“You just don’t see yourself the way I see you?”

Bam. My girl is a killer in her own right.

“Declan?”

“What?”

“Stop running.”

I’m at a loss for words, my mind completely fucked up. So . . . I act. I settle down onto the rocking chair. Ripping the foil of the packet, I roll the condom over my stiff erection. “Touch your breasts for me. Play with them. Let me see you make those little cherries harden.”

Her body flushes pink like she’s bathed in cherry juice. I think about her tying that knot with her tongue. Jesus, I should have understood she was trouble right then and there.

Damn it. She knows the power she holds over me, too. Clasping hold of her breasts, she squeezes and fondles her nipples until they stand at attention and are desperate once again for my mouth.

“Spread your legs apart.”

She does as I say without question. Jesus, she’s unprepared for a man like me. My baser instincts, the desire to dominate. To bite her neck and rut like a wild fucking animal. Maybe the liquor has loosened me up a bit too much. I need to do this. To take her like I want to, without thinking, without keeping myself aloof and uninvolved. Going deeper than I let myself go before. Exploring uncharted territory of fucking a woman I crave on a deeper, more intense level.

Goddamn terrific. Who is calling the shots here?

“How the mighty fall.” I can hear Jax’s smart-ass comment, mocking me like he’d been so fond of doing. He’d be hysterical right now if he knew how my need for this woman is rapidly burning away my self-control.

Though I admit it, that doesn’t mean I like it.