Chapter 25

King’s green eyes burned her. Everywhere he looked, she felt it like a tactile caress. His hands were on her breasts, kneading, as his mouth suckled and teased, flipping a switch inside Allie and making her wild.

Her body ached deliciously. The sharper pain in her side had long since been eclipsed by the overwhelming need between her legs. He was light in her darkness, and she wanted to rest inside him, to feel his warmth overtake her.

Never had she needed like this, with every touch ratcheting up the desire until it was almost too much.

She grabbed his hand, stepped gingerly out of the tub, and pulled him behind her. She wanted him flush on top of her, his body resting on hers. He followed her, this big man she’d only met four days ago. This beautiful man who promised her so much with his kiss and his touch. This strong man who had taken care of her when she’d been shot, then done his best to keep her safe.

Allie turned once she came to the bed, and he stopped within inches of her. She was naked, soaking wet, hair dripping on the carpet, and her body was cooling in the air-conditioned room.

She watched as he cocked his head and very deliberately ran his tongue over his bottom lip. The he followed each drop of water as it dripped down her neck, sipping the droplets from the tips of her breasts and drying her with his mouth. She moaned, couldn’t have stopped it if she tried. There was no shame. Her body was trembling for this man.

Slowly, so slowly, her pussy clenched in demand as he unbuttoned his cargoes, revealing the silky trail of hair from his belly button down. He toed off his boots, then pushed his pants and black boxer briefs down, stepping out of them and then just standing there, gloriously nude.

His cock stood out from his body, thick and hard, the rounded head glistening. “I wonder if you want me as much as I want you?”

“I do, maybe more,” he said harshly.

He fried her synapses consistently, reducing her to a blubbering, stuttering mess. “Not more. It just isn’t possible. There’s no backing out for me, King.”

He reached for her, one of his large, warm hands cupping her shoulder before he stepped close and ran that hand down her chest. He caressed the valley between her breasts, flaring out his fingers to grip one before tugging on the nipple.

Her hands wrapped in the softness of his hair, tugging.

“Show me what you like, Allie. Show me, baby,” he pleaded in a voice so gravelly that she could barely make out the words.

“I’m sure with you, I’ll like it all,” she returned in a breathy voice.

He pressed on her shoulders, and she lowered to the bed. He came over her then, and she pushed back on the bed, letting his big body cover hers the way she’d wanted for what seemed like forever.

“You’re beautiful,” he said reverently as he lifted up on an arm, using his hips to spread her legs.

“Show me,” she whispered, parroting his earlier comment.

He settled his head against her core, and her hips rolled against his, a plea for the action she hoped he’d agreed to.

King’s gaze rose to meet hers, and in his eyes, she saw his promise. Felt it notch in her soul as surely as his cock nestled against her pussy. She wasn’t cold anymore; he’d warmed her completely.

“I need you to say it,” he demanded, his voice gravelly.

“Fuck me.”

His hips flexed, and she laughed softly. He growled.

“Yes.”

And then Kingston McNally took over.

He kissed down her body, licking her collarbone again before he lavished his attention on her breasts, moving lower to bite the skin of her navel. He lightly kissed over her wound, the bandage hanging on for dear life. His tongue was wicked clever, dipping into the hollow of her belly button and shooting sparks of heat through her abdomen. They centered in her clit, and then he was there.

He hissed in a breath as he stared at her. “Goddamn, Allie, you make me want to come, and I’m not even inside you.”

Her hips shifted restlessly. “Stop teasing, King.”

“Tell me you want this,” he said gruffly.

She looked down her body, meeting his green-fire gaze. “I want you.”

He held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her. A swipe along her cleft, his tongue rimming her opening, and then he found her clit.

And when he found it, he gave it his undivided attention. She grabbed his hair, directing him, showing him what she wanted and where.

“I wanted to do this yesterday. Take my time and lick you, taste you, drink you in and never stop.” He kissed her like he was worshipping her body, and then he bit lightly on her clit and she exploded, stars coalescing behind her eyes, breath locking in her chest.

She might have screamed his name, but all she heard as she floated back to earth was his throaty chuckle.

He let her catch her breath, and he was there once again, sliding up her body and leaning on a single arm. King brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.

“You are delicious, Allie Redding,” he said matter-of-factly. “My very favorite food.”

The long, slow slide she’d been taking into him ended with her heart firmly in his hands. It was too soon. She didn’t know this man in all the ways she wanted to, but she’d taken his measure the first time she’d seen him.

No matter how rash her decision might be. No matter that he could be using her for his own ends. She’d just given him the biggest piece of herself.

Wonder sifted through her, making her drunk on her brand-new feelings for this warrior. He watched her and smiled as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

But he didn’t. If he did, he’d run screaming for the hills. Four days, and he’d stolen her heart.

“It’s your turn,” she whispered, pushing those feelings down deep, concentrating instead on the heat in her body, the desire to feel him deeply seated inside her.

“Are you hurting?” he asked as he motioned to her side.

She shook her head. Nope, absolutely zero pain—he’d given her too much pleasure. Then another thought struck her. It was something she’d never even thought of yesterday. “We should have talked about playing safe sooner.”

“This is no game, woman. But I know where you’re headed. I’m clean. Last checkup was over a year ago, and I haven’t had sex since then,” he told her.

His cock was a brand on her thigh, teasing, delighting her with all the possibilities.

“It’s, um, been a while, and I’ve got an implant,” she said, pointing to her arm, “that prevents pregnancy. I’m clean though, last checkup two years ago, before I took the Cameroon position. Definitely no sex since then.” She laughed nervously.

“How many?” he asked, and the question seemed to be pulled from him.

“Not that it’s a bit of your business, but you will be number two,” she told him and winced.

Did he really need to know that? From the small smile on his face, she guessed so.

“It damn well is my business,” he responded in a low tone.

That was his you’re-about-to-get-mad-crazy-sex-from-me tone. Well, that was a nice change, she thought. “Carry on.”

He pulled away slightly, and the cool air moved in. She shivered in response, nipples tightening even further, and he watched it all like a predator.

“I’ve already had you, but this feels like the first time. It’ll be a slow ride at first because I want to give us both time to feel me deep inside you. You’re tight, your taste is in my mouth, and your moans are ringing in my ears. It could get real rough, real fast, so tell me if I do something you don’t want or like. Make sure I hear you,” he demanded.

She nodded.

“Say my name,” he ordered. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you, Kingston McNally.”

He glanced down her body, and fire was everywhere his gaze touched. He took his cock in his hand and ran it along her cleft, and his eyes closed.

She breathed in sharply—so good. Just that fleeting touch was so good.

He pushed into her, his thick, broad cock breaching her walls and bringing fullness and heat.

“Look at me,” he urged.

She hadn’t realized her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, she went liquid. The sight of him above her, his large, tanned body covering hers, was foreplay all its own.

Her body softened, and he sank in deep. She hissed, he moaned. He found her mouth while sinking into her another way, pulling all of her inner desires up from hiding, and demanding she take the ride with him.

He withdrew, and she felt every inch of him, then mourned the loss a scant second before he sank back inside her and rotated his hips. Her eyes crossed. His pubis rubbed against her clit, and the feel of his cock buried inside her almost tripped her into another orgasm.

“Not yet,” he murmured at her neck.

“Not a weapon,” she said in return.

He rose up on both hands, and she glanced down where their bodies were joined. It was perfection. Nothing else mattered but right here, right now with this man.

“Never a weapon with you, Allie,” he ground out.

“Take me,” she demanded.

He pulled out again, hovering at her precipice before he dove back in, a little harder this time, his action making her breasts bounce. His eyes keyed on them, and he licked his lips. He leaned down enough to swipe his tongue over both nipples before he lifted away without withdrawing his cock.

She couldn’t say anything. His actions had buried him so deep inside her that he’d taken her voice. So good. So full.

He shifted his hips, finding all the places inside and out that needed him, and rubbing against her clit while he flexed his cock deep within her. Then he took her.

Over and over he sank into her, pulling out slowly, then coming back quickly to repeat it again and again. She spiraled, seeing the blaze of her orgasm hovering so close, and he would slow. She sobbed for him to finish her, but he just laughed, letting her ease down so he could take her higher the next time.

“Please!” She was a madwoman, needing release, reduced to begging. Sweat covered her flesh. He licked it away, feasting on her with everything in his arsenal—mouth, hands, and cock.

“Give me everything, Allie,” he snarled.

“You already have it,” she said.

Her voice deserted her because he pushed as she lifted her hips, and he hit the spot she needed to reach climax. Her vision went black, hazing as the pleasure coursed through her, ripping her apart at the seams and piecing her back together.

He shouted, and she experienced continued ripples of her climax as he came inside her, his cock pulsing, his hips bucking.

She didn’t know how long they stayed that way. It could have been a minute or an hour. Allie came back from the edge of ecstasy slowly. King lowered her legs but remained inside her. She felt him slide her back up fully on the bed, and then he was lying on top of her, making sure not to put all his weight on her but definitely staking a claim.

He was warm. She was sated. Sleep called to her, but there was something she needed to say.

Allie cleared her throat, trying to find the words he kept stealing with the small kisses and tongue flicks he was placing on her face and neck. “Never would have believed it, but you’re better than fries for sure,” she murmured.