Something flashed inside August. Call it relief, call it desperation. Whatever the hell it was, he saw it mirrored in Gigi’s eyes. He no longer had to hold back. His fingers twitched on her skin and he brought his lips to hers, this time not forcefully but gently, coaxing.
Her body melted against his and she wrapped her arm around his neck. Her other hand was as gentle as a feather on his side. The buttery fabric of her tank top against his bare skin sent his brain into a tailspin.
His cock hardened against the thin material of his briefs and desire oscillated at his temples, but he forced himself to take it slow. If he wasn’t careful, he’d have both of them coming in seconds and this whole thing would be over before it began.
And he wanted to savor every minute of Gigi. He’d waited too damn long for this.
Her silky strands swirled around his fingers and her mouth was hot and wet against his. Cupping the back of her neck, he exposed her throat so he could trail kisses over the soft skin there. Her unique, sweet flavor touched his lips and his tastebuds demanded more.
Sweeping his tongue over the hollow near her collarbone, he felt her body coil against his. A deep, feminine moan emerged from her lips and her hold on him tightened. Her little body shook in his arms, and she plastered her front to his.
Every inch of her flesh sharpened his awareness. Her full, pert breasts firmly touching his ribs, her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt, her slim belly skimming his cock. He let out a growl of possession. “God, I missed you,” he murmured.
Her eyes, wild hazel pools of sin and savior, tethered his gaze like an anchor in a violent sea. “Me, too,” she said softly.
Her hand roamed from his shoulder to his abdomen then trailed down, stopping at his waistband. She ran her fingernails back and forth there, teasing.
“I want you to know something.” This time her voice was bolder. “Being with Todd was the biggest mistake of my life.”
August’s muscles clenched at the mention of her ex. “He’s a dead man as soon as I find—”
“I’m not done.” Her chastising tone made him swallow the words festering on his tongue. “Besides the obvious reasons why dating Todd was a bad idea . . . I should’ve waited. When you called that day, I—” Her voice cracked. “I was stunned. And when we hung up, I knew I’d screwed up. I’m sorry it took me so long to say this.” Her tone was soft, as if the apology had broken something inside her.
He toyed with the satiny skin beneath her jaw. “Baby, the last thing I want is for you to carry regret. Let me do that.”
She furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
“It took nearly dying in a jungle to walk away and not renew my black-ops contract. Regardless, I lost you.” Fierce protectiveness rose inside him. So much of her pain would’ve been spared if he hadn’t been enlisted at that time.
But he had.
“I wish I could’ve walked away from that mission,” he breathed. “But I had to fulfill my duty.”
“I understand. I do.” Her chin quivered, and he touched his lips to the corner of her mouth before kissing her cheek.
“I don’t know what the hell this is, Gig. But I’m all fucking in.”
Her breath hitched. “You don’t need to make me any promises.”
“I’m not.” He practically ground out the words then dipped his mouth to her ear. “But I’m here right now and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Me either.”
He splayed his hand over the lower part of her spine, relishing the way that, from palm to fingertips, it nearly covered her back.
She started exploring beneath his briefs and gripped his shaft. Hunger pulsed through him. There’d be no more conversation.
He licked and sucked the skin beneath her ear as her fingers teased his cock in a mind-bending rhythm, driving him to the brink of insanity.
He turned her so her back faced the mattress then brought his fingers to one of the thin straps at her shoulders and peeled down her shirt.
“Is this okay?” he asked, as he nipped her earlobe.
She nodded, mumbling words to urge him on. Exposing her breast, he swept his thumb over the hard nub.
“Mmm.” She ground her pelvis against him.
“I love it when you’re ready.” He lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth.
She cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as she held his head in place. He circled his tongue around the pebble-hard flesh.
Yearning heated his body. He needed to get her naked. Immediately. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he pulled the material over her head in one swoop.
Her breasts jiggled free, gorgeous, pink-tipped orbs, one of them still glistening from his kisses. Her brown locks hung in loose waves around her shoulders. Her lips were full and plump, and her fuck-me eyes were blinking heavily.
“Goddamn,” he hissed.
She reached for him, but he caught her hands and took her down to the bed. A small giggle erupted from her as he caged her beneath his weight. Her laugh turned to a moan of delight as she raced her fingers up his spine, making his skin tight with gooseflesh.
He kissed her mouth before making his way down to her abdomen. She shivered when he got to her navel, and he smiled as he tugged off her pants.
He knelt on the bed between her ankles and traced the lacey cotton of her panties. A blush crept up her cheeks, making him glad he’d left the curtains open. The moonlight allowed him some visibility. She drew up one of her knees, accentuating the sleek, sexy tone of her thigh.
Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of her knee then made his way up her thigh, keeping his eyes on her.
Her expression changed from shyness to desire. She let her leg fall open as he cupped the outside of her ass. He brought his lips to the small triangle of material and dragged his tongue toward her center.
She spasmed beneath him and he smiled, enjoying the effect he had on her. Then he lifted the edge of her panties and let out a groan. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She withered. “August.”
He chuckled at her chastising tone. “Oh, right. You don’t want me to touch you. I forgot.” With her panties moved to the side, he dragged the pad of his middle finger down her slit.
She choked out a gasp.
“Do you want me to touch you, Gig?” He stroked again.
Her eyes rolled back. “Yes,” she purred. “Oh god, yes.”
“With my fingers or my mouth?” He brought his face close to her sex and inhaled her sweet, dewy scent.
“Both.” The word came out strong and demanding, and fuck, he loved the way she commanded.
Holding her panties aside with his pinkie, he gently licked her folds, spreading his tongue over her hot wetness. He moved with slow precision, wanting to see how much she could take before she begged.
She shook. “August, please,” she said, stomping her foot into the mattress.
He slipped his index and middle finger to her opening and sank into her. Her legs parted and she let out a hiss of pleasure.
With his fingers in deep, he closed his mouth over her clit. Her sleek flesh was soft and wet in his mouth. Licking her hood, he applied pressure and she clutched the back of his neck. He drove his face deep into her scent. Her frenzied cries filled the room. His cock pulsed with the need to drive into her, to feel her delicate, soaked pussy around his shaft.
Christ.
Gigi’s back arched and she spasmed, her body tense as she moaned. Then he sucked on her tiny nub and she detonated. Her walls squeezed his fingers as they pumped into her, and in seconds her orgasm touched his tongue.
Her husky moans slowed and her muscles relaxed. Pressure built in his dick and his soldier damn near exploded.
But he wasn’t done yet. No fucking way. He had two years’ worth of making her scream to catch up on. He sharply sucked her clit and was rewarded with guttural shriek. A smile toyed with his lips as he continued to devour her.
“August,” she wheezed. “August.”
“Come for me one more time,” he said, between strokes of his tongue.
Her body coiled in his hold, resisting. “No, I can’t, I—Ohmigod.”
Circling his tongue around her clit, he plunged his fingers in and out, making her climb higher. Because he needed her orgasm more than she did.
Her hips pumped with urgency. He clamped his free hand on her side, anchoring her in place before she went wild. He closed his lips over her again, dancing his tongue along her delicious center until she broke.
A shaky gasp leaked from her mouth.
This time her orgasm coated his palm. Soaking wet. Christ, he wanted more. He slid up the length of her body. “Baby, you taste so good.”
“I think I just died.” She caressed the skin on his biceps.
“We’ve barely even started.” Heat burned his nerve endings. He brushed his lips over hers and slid off the bed. Seizing his pants from the chair near the bed, he fished a condom from his wallet and then tore open the packet. Primal need made his movements clumsy. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time his hands had shaken.
Shucking off his briefs, he rolled on the rubber and returned to the bed.
* * *
Gigi sank into the mattress as though a boulder had landed on her body. Every inch of her skin sang with satisfaction, sweat clung to her body, and the deliciously abused flesh between her legs was nearly as confused as her brain.
Holy shit.
She swallowed a breath, waiting for her racing heart to slow. City lights and moonlight illuminated August’s body as he approached the bed again. His cock thrust out at a ninety-degree angle, huge and ready.
It’d been a long time since she’d slept with August, but her vagina quickly remembered the stretch it’d take to fit him. He climbed on the bed and lowered himself between her legs. Her scent clung to his face and his bristles brushed her cheek as he kissed her neck.
She opened her legs and let him settle between her thighs. The feel of his hard length rubbing against her center made need rush through her veins again.
She’d never been so turned on in her life.
One orgasm was satisfying. Two was next level. The fact that she was ready for more was wild. But god, was she ever. She tilted her hips forward, welcoming him. His animalistic snarl sent a ripple of anticipation over her skin. He reached between their bodies and guided his dick to her wet and waiting folds.
“Oh, goddamn, Gigi,” he hissed. His sheath sank into her, filling her.
She gasped and clutched his shoulders as he found her mouth, swallowing her fast-paced breath. The feel of his long, solid length buried deep inside made her eyes roll back.
Pleasure tingled along her overactive nerves as he pulsed inside her. A shuddering moan escaped her throat.
His mouth went to her neck, and he cupped one of her breasts as he kissed and sucked her skin.
“August,” she cried.
“That’s it, baby, let go.” He closed his hot mouth around her nipple, swirling his tongue. The sensations went to war, her body not knowing where to focus. The combination made her vision blur. She closed her eyes and did as he’d said, floating on waves of ecstasy. There was no end, only one intense sensation after another.
She arched her back, meeting each one of his thrusts. His back muscles vibrated beneath her palms. A guttural groan emanated from his chest, the sound savage and claiming. His cock went deeper, and each brush of his shaft against her clit sent her into a spiral.
His mouth left her nipple and came down on her lips. Wetness swarmed from her center, making his thrusts frenzied. He bit down on her bottom lip as her orgasm made bursts of light flash behind her closed lids.
He rocked into her, riding every violent ripple that shook her body. She screamed and his tongue swept into her mouth, reminding her of how he’d licked her folds moments before.
August’s movements picked up speed. His arms and back went rigid, and his breath was warm and intoxicating on her neck. He let out a deep rumble and then slowed his pace. His kisses became less demanding and gentler on her neck. The slight abrasion of his beard made her awareness fire. She giggled and squirmed as he placed another kiss beneath her ear.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Gig.”
“Mmm. Well, you’re not too bad yourself.”
He chuckled, the sound gruff and boyish. She hadn’t seen this side of him in a while. Her heart warmed, and she wrapped him in a hug. He stilled, his embrace warm in return, then slowly pulled away. “Why do you fit so perfectly?” The question sounded rough and broken, as if it’d spilled from a cracked heart.
Tears filled her eyes as her brain rushed through a multitude of answers in rapid succession before coming up empty. A lump climbed in her throat, and she couldn’t, for the life of her, free it.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and the tip of her nose. “I’ll be back in a sec.” Rolling from the bed, he got to his feet. She moved her gaze from his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist; a couple of scars blotted out the beautiful tattoo work on his back. He moved like some kind of lithe G.I. Joe, padding to the bathroom in all his glorious muscle.
Leaving her heart exposed and beating on the floor.