His cock throbbed. Gabe lifted Amelia’s shirt carefully over her head. Her bandaged side sent a hot streak of anger through him—he’d castrate Carlton for this.
“Gabe,” she whispered, her voice husky in arousal, drawing his attention back. Gasoline to his libido, his head swam as his brain shut down, needing the blood supply for more important tasks.
He lowered his head, nuzzling between her high, firm breasts, concealed by a wisp of a cotton bra. Her nipples jutted against the thin fabric, too enticing to resist. He took one between his lips and she gasped, clawing through his hair. He grasped her ass, pulling her tight to his hips, rubbing his hard-on against her pelvis.
He suckled her nipple harder before pulling back, needing to regain some control. Amelia’s hands roamed down his chest, and lower, over his abs. Then they dropped to the catch on his pants, and he swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, brushing her palm over the bulge beneath his fly.
He blew out a pent-up breath. “Whatever you want, darlin’. I’m yours wholly and completely.”
The catch gave way, before his zipper slid down. When she took him in hand his knees nearly buckled. God help him keep his load when everything he’d wanted for the past few years was his to take.
She lowered down, and he opened his eyes, gazing at the top of her head, the strands of her hair a mix of dark reds, gold, and browns. Pure silk that he dug his fingers within. Her lips closed over his tip, her tongue circling, drawing ragged gasps from his throat. She couldn’t take him further than mid-shaft, but fuck if it wasn’t the best blow-job he’d ever had. He braced his feet wider, allowing her greater advantage. His head fell back and he focused on the sky, forcing his breathing into control as his balls grew tight.
He pulled back from her mouth. “Okay, that’s it or the show’s over for me.”
She looked up through her lashes, cheeks flushed a dark pink. A sweet look of expectation and trust that had him imagining all sorts of things he shouldn’t. Not with Amelia, she could barely stand him. Admittedly, a relationship with a woman like her wouldn’t be completely out of the question for him. They shared a lot after going through Project Terminal, a tie linking them in a way no other woman could match. And he’d tired of the bachelor’s road. An empty house to go home to after work. No warm body to curl up with at night.
He shoved the errant thoughts aside. “Get naked for me, Amelia.”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and for a moment he feared she’d back out. Leave him alone with a raging hard-on and unrequited lust.
“I think you should go first.” She sat back, bracing her hands behind her, crossing her feet at the ankles, her lips curled into a devilish smile.
He kicked out of his boots and socks then shoved his pants down, all in a matter of seconds. Long past caring about appearing too eager. Her gaze drifted down him all the way to his toes and back up again. A thorough perusal before she met his eyes. He admired her still clothed body. He’d seen her naked before, knew that she kept her bush trimmed but didn’t shave clean, like most women did these days. At least that’s how it used to look.
“Now play a little for me.” Her eyes glittered in the sunlight that had cut through the clouds.
He clamped his teeth together, garnering what little control he had left. “You’re a wicked woman, darlin’.”
She didn’t answer and focused on his groin. He took himself in hand and stroked base to tip, her hot gaze on him all the while. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood as he jerked off. When he neared climax, he paused, sucking in deep breaths.
Her eyes narrowed. “Keep going.”
“If I do, I’ll come.”
“No, you won’t.”
She was testing him to see how far she could push.
“Enough of this.” He dropped to his knees and grabbed one of her shoes, yanking it off, doing the same with the other. “Now, are you going to shed those jeans or do I have to rip them off you?”
She wriggled out of her jeans and panties, then pitched aside her bra. Her body was glorious. Not as cut as she had been in the program, but she still had lean, toned muscle rippling beneath her creamy skin. The trimmed thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs was as he remembered, and he buried his face between her legs. Delving his tongue within her slit, smearing her sweet juices over his lips. She bucked, crying out, grabbing at his hair. He couldn’t get enough, and devoured her, working her clit and labia until she threw her forearm over her mouth. Her muffled scream of release was music to his ears. He lifted over her, wedging his hips between her thighs. Her eyes widened as he tested her entrance.
* * * *
The orgasm had been incredible and she still rode its waves as Morris pushed inside her walls. She took him more easily than before, her pussy slick and ready. His cock renewed the cooling heat within her core. She spread wider, inviting him deeper, arching against him. He started a slow rhythm, stoking the fire to a fevered pitch. She raked her nails over his back before clutching his shoulders. Her side ached where she’d been shot, and a rock dug into her lower back, but she ignored the discomfort. Nothing could compare with the heights she rocketed toward.
“Oh, darlin’. Oh fuck, darlin’, I’m barely holding it together.” His voice strummed along her nerve endings, sending her to the edge.
He caught her mouth, kissing her deeply and swallowing her cry just as she crested. He shoved into her hard and his body shuddered. He growled and collapsed over her, keeping his weight on his forearms. His hot breaths fanned her face as she tried to catch her own. She gave herself over to bliss, closing her eyes. He nuzzled the side of her neck before he moved away, leaving her empty.
“You’re bleeding.”
His concern cut through the post-sex haze. She looked down to her wound and noted the scarlet color of her bandages. He lifted the corner, peeking inside.
“I think you’re okay, just seepage. I’m sorry, Amelia.”
She covered his hand with hers. “For what? I’m fine.”
He reached up and cupped her cheek, the look in his eyes doing funny things to her insides. “I’d never want to hurt you. Not in any way.”
A cold breeze blew between them, breaking gooseflesh out over her skin. With it came a rank smell. Another dead animal, this time so strong she nearly gagged. Morris tensed, pushing away from her and grabbing his pants.
“What do you think that is?” she asked him, collecting her own clothing. Regretting they had to break whatever kind of moment they’d been in.
He turned a slow circle, searching through the trees. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”
Amelia had to admit, she did too.