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Trigger clenched his teeth so hard he feared they would crack.
She was trying to kill him, he decided. She was trying to make him have a heart attack.
Rather than let her torture him, Trigger decided a little torment of his own was in order. He carefully nudged her onto her back, then followed her down with a kiss. She tasted like beer and seduction, like heaven, and he wanted to sink into her so desperately that his hands shook from the effort of holding back. He wanted to slide his dick deep into the heart of her, nestle his hips into the perfect cradle of her wider ones, and slake his lust in her soft, welcoming body.
He just wanted.
He found the hem of her shirt, then edged it up, pushing it over her warm, silky skin until he found the lacy edge of her bra. He expertly popped the clasp in the middle, silently thanking the brilliant designer who’d thought of that plan, then felt the cup give way and snag on her nipple.
With a brush of his fingers, it was out of the way, and her plump, lush breast was in his hand, the beaded nipple thrusting against his palm. He ached to taste it, to feel it rasp across the roof of his mouth.
“Trigger, I need you. Stop holding back,” she begged.
He stilled at her heartfelt plea, and then he was on her. She shrugged off her shirt, removed the bra in the process, and lifted her hips so he could get her jeans off. Fuck, she was beautiful. Full, lovely breasts, crested with rosy crowns, the sweet curve of her belly, and a neatly trimmed thatch of dark curls nestled between her thighs.
He didn’t know where to start or which part he wanted to taste first. Rather than wait on him to figure it out, she leaned forward and drew the shirt over his head, then bent forward and pressed her hot mouth against his chest, licking a path along the upper ridge of his right pec. She hummed appreciatively and slipped her greedy hands over his belly and around his back.
Trigger groaned, lowered his zipper, and shucked his pants and boxers. She moaned when she saw him, a tiny little mewl of feminine affirmation, of desire, and something about that sound tripped an internal trigger.
“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he breathed, sliding a hand down the middle of her belly, dipping his fingers into the heat between her thighs, gratified when she inhaled sharply and arched up into him. He palmed her right breast, then bent and pulled her into his mouth. “I can’t wait any longer. Are you ready?” he whispered, blowing over it, making her shiver.
“Yes. Please. I want you inside me,” she said, spreading her legs, a silent, desperate invitation.
Trigger reached over to the nightstand and dug out the box of protection before ripping into it. He quickly donned a condom before crawling back over her. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He nudged her weeping folds, found her gaze, and fastened his on it. “Look at me,” he said, his voice raw and broken. Every muscle was clenched and ready, bracing him for the unknown. Because this was different—she was different—and every iota of understanding and intuition he possessed told him that when he took her, when he made her his...that was it.
He’d be lost. There’d be no him without her.
Her brown eyes caught his and clung. Desire, hunger, fever, and something tender and gentle—affection, maybe?—glinted back from him, reflected in her gaze. A soft smile shaped her lips, and she sighed as she arched up and pushed herself against him.
“I need you,” she said, her voice frantic, desperate. “Please.”
I need you...
Not just want, but need.
And he understood because he needed her as well. He had to have her. It wasn’t optional. It never had been.
With a guttural groan and a sigh of relief, Trigger pushed into her and slid home, burying himself to the hilt in her heat. Sensation rocked through him. The balls of his feet tingled, his stomach shook, every hair on his body stood on end, and his chest squeezed so tightly he could scarcely breathe. The world dimmed to black and white, then zoomed back into colors so bright he wondered if he’d ever really seen them before.
She tightened her muscles around him and rocked up, drawing him farther into her body. Her breasts grazed his chest, her soft hands slipped over his back, greedily eating up his skin, and she bent forward and kissed him, her mouth soft and inviting.
She was gorgeous, simply, heartbreakingly beautiful.
And above all else, she was his.
* * *
About damn time, Harley thought as Trigger, hovering above her, poised at her center, the head of his latex-covered penis sliding against her weeping folds as he paused mid-thrust.
At last.
It felt like she’d been waiting forever for this moment. While she’d been fighting her attraction to him for months, her whole life had hinged on the next few seconds, the instant his body met hers.
His tortured gaze bored into hers, pinning her thoroughly. Desire had dilated his pupils, making his eyes a glorious midnight blue, and the way he looked at her, the possessiveness she saw in his gaze as he stared down at her as though she were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen...
It was enough to make one a little emotional, and she blinked back tears, her throat tight.
She’d begged. She’d said please.
