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Spectre
That void in my chest cracked open and things I hadn’t known I could feel spilled out.
I needed to shut this down. Shut her down and end this, before it got out of hand, but it already was and I had no idea how to wrench matters back under my control.
“If this is just sex, why are you so concerned about anything other than fucking me, Casper?”
She stared up at me, taunting, challenging, unafraid—and so damn sexy, so erotic, so unexpected. So everything.
Grabbing her, I cupped her skull between my hands, staring into her hazy, beautiful gray eyes.
“Damn you.” Damn us both. “Damn you for making me feel.”
A faint smile curled her lips. “You think you haven’t made me do the same thing, Casper?”
I groaned, burying my face in her soft, sweetly scented, crazy curls. “You should have walked away when you had the chance.”
“I don’t know if I ever did. I mean, you saved my dog, my brother and my best friend, Casper.” She turned her face into my neck and brushed her lips over my skin.
That soft touch sent a flood of sensation flying through me and I tightened my grip on her, aching. It was a gut-deep, visceral ache—a thirsting, the kind that might never been quenched, or eased.
She kissed her way along my collarbone, then lower, lower.
A hard breath shuddered out of me and I looked down as she started to kneel, only to jerk my eyes away. The thought of stopping this was no longer even possible, but if I kept watching—
My gaze landed on the wall behind her.
It held my collection of automatic rifles. Blood roared in my ears.
“Get up.”
She didn’t move quickly enough so I caught her arms and pulled her upright. I had to get her out of this room. If I had someplace safe to take her—someplace other than here—I would haul her out to the SUV and drive her off my mountain just so I didn’t have to think about her in this room ever again.
But I’d damn well get her out of here.
“Casper—”
“Stop,” I said, barely able to squeeze out the word. Everything about her was life and warmth. Bewildering things I couldn’t understand. What I understood was this room—cold, sterile death. And I wasn’t going to have her hands on me in here. Nor mine on her.
I urged her toward the ladder and she must have sensed something was wrong because she didn’t argue—for once.
Her shoulders slumped a little.
Do it. She thinks you’re pushing her away again. Let her.
But I wasn’t that strong.
When she realized I’d followed her up the ladder, she looked back at me, eyes widening, but I didn’t look directly at her. I focused on closing the concealed room, securing the door and locking it. My hands were shaking by the time I was done—yet one more erratic, out-of-control oddity, one more reason I should push her away.
“This will never go anywhere,” I said harshly. “My life, your life, they’ll never be compatible. I am who I am. I can’t change.”
“Can’t?” She took a step toward me. “Or is it won’t? Or could it be...you don’t know how?”
“Can’t. If that’s something you can live with, if you still want me to take what you’re offering...” I stopped, unsure how even to proceed.
“Do you even know what I’m offering?” she asked, that challenge in her voice once more. “I’m not even sure I know.”
I caught her hips just before she would have pressed her body to mine. Under my hands, her skin was soft and warm and everything about her called to me.
And I was tired of fighting it.
I stooped and caught her up, tossing her over my shoulder. From her perch on the couch, Valkyrie growled softly. “Sit,” I said, not even looking at the dog as I walked by.
I climbed the steep steps to the loft and strode to my room, heart racing impossibly fast. By the bed, I lowered her to her feet. As soon as I straightened, I cupped her face in my hands and lifted her mouth to mine.
She lifted to meet me, lips parting, her hands gripping my sides, her short, neat nails scoring my skin.
Then she slid a hand between us and curled her fingers around my cock.
Groaning, I backed her up to the bed and half-lifted, half-pushed her down onto it, falling on top of her. She pushed the thin cotton workout pants down my hips.
I tore her shirt off and shoved onto my knees so I could strip her pajama bottoms away, then push her thighs wide.
She lay with her hands at her sides, staring up at me, mouth parted.
Still watching her, I stretched out between her legs and lowered my head until my mouth hovered just a breath away from her pussy. She whimpered and lifted her hips.
The scent of her filled my head and I pressed my mouth to her cunt, flicking my tongue against her clit. She arched up again and I cupped her ass, angling her upward as I feasted.
My cock and balls ached, jealous of the slick honey I’d found, but I wasn’t about to stop until she was moaning and begging for more.
Her hips rolled and pumped and her hands cupped my head, holding me against her. She dug her heels into the bed and pushed up.
“Please...Casper. I want more...”
I pulled back and rolled her onto her hands and knees, tugging until her legs dangled over the side of the tall bed, her toes barely touching while her ass and cunt were exposed to me. I knelt behind her again and spread her open with my hands, spearing my tongue into her pussy, then stopping to spank her and listen as she squealed and rocked.
Slick moisture flowed from her. I gathered it and worked it upward to her ass.
She quivered.
Rising, I bent over, gathering her hair in my free hand and brushing it aside so I could see her face as I pressed my index finger to the tight entrance. She whimpered as I stroked, the frantic rocking of her hips slowing to nothing. I twisted my wrist and she gasped. Pain pinched her features and I went to pull back, but then she moaned and pushed down on me, the tight muscles yielding to me.
The thought of feeling this hot, silken hole yield and take my dick was almost more than I could bear, but I’d suffer it happily as long as I could watch the erotic pleasure on her face as she softened and flexed and rocked against me.
But soon it wasn’t enough for either of us, the frenzied movements of her hips demanding more and my cock leaking clear drops of fluid as I watched her ass bounce and rock as she took a part of me in a place where she’d allowed no other.
When I stopped, she groaned and swore at me. I left her, bent over and quivering, while I went to wash my hands and get a condom, then came back and flipped her onto her back and lifted her legs into the air, hooking them over my elbows.
Her eyes widened as I pressed against her, then she jolted and shouted as I filled her, hard, fast and completely.
“Casper!”
I surged in and leaned over her, watching as her lashes fluttered and she shuddered, convulsing around me. “I want to fill you so completely, you feel me in every part of you.”
“I think you succeeded.” Her cunt tightened around me, a slow milking contraction that had my balls drawing in tight.
“It’s not enough.” I scooped her and rose, pacing over to the wall, once more hooking her knees over my arms. “This isn’t enough.”
But it was all I’d ever have.
“We’ll make it enough.” She pulled me close and kissed me.
I wanted to tell her she couldn’t.
But the urgency was too strong. She flexed and tightened around me again and my cock ached and swelled and my control was shattered. Thrusting into the wet, snug glove of her body, I buried my face against her neck and she clung to me.
The orgasm grabbed both of us, slamming into us without mercy. I drove into her and she raked her nails down my shoulder, biting my lip as she writhed against me. I gripped her, hard and tight, forgetting about the soft satin of her skin, lost to everything but the strength of her passion and the certain, sure grip of her arms as she held on, steadying me.
Emptied, drained, I pushed away from the wall and staggered a step or two before I steadied myself.
I managed to make it to the bed and spill both of us onto it.
She was the one who snagged the covers and pulled them over us.
“It’s not going to be enough, Tia,” I said.
I didn’t even know what I was talking about.
But she didn’t question me.
She curled in closer and wrapped her arm around my waist. “We can make it enough. We just have to trust that we can do that.”
“I don’t know how to trust. And you shouldn’t trust me.”
She kissed my chest and pressed her fingers to my lips. “Go to sleep, scary, spooky, mean Spectre. You sound punch-drunk.”