Page 81 of Keeping a Warrior

“Okay.” He sounded a little bit shaky. “Can I—” He put his hands tentatively on her hips. “Do you—”

“Can you touch me?” She slid her arms up around his neck. “Do I want you to kiss me? Yes and yes.”

His mouth settled on hers, and lingered. So gentle. So careful. Her lips curved under his.

“Kiss me, Rhys. I want you to kiss me. I want you to fuck me.”

He moaned as she plunged her tongue deep, devouring him. When she pulled back, he was panting, eyes wild. Grabbing his hand, she tugged him to the bed and sank down on the edge of it, her hands on his hips urging him to stand between her widespread legs.

She yanked his T-shirt out of his waistband. “Off,” she ordered, and it was her turn to gasp when he stripped it over his head to reveal that gorgeous torso sculpted out of muscle and warm skin. Biting her lip, Devon ran her hands up and down his ridged abs, chuckling at the goosebumps that pebbled under her touch. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

She mouthed along his belly while she busily unbuttoned his pants until they slid lower on his hips, a tantalizing slice of red pubic hair peeping out. Brushing her nose across it, she whispered, “I want to suck you. Is that okay?”

With a strangled laugh, Rhys smoothed his hand over her head. “Consider this blanket consent to do whatever you want to me. I might not survive it, but...”

“Mmm.” Devon grinned up at him wickedly. “In that case—”

She began kissing her way slowly up his body, from his navel to his well-defined pecs, where she lingered over the flat brown discs of his nipples. He let out a husky groan as she tongued them to hardness, then sucked on each one in turn before letting them go with a pop.

By the time she reached his lips, he was quivering. Gripping her ass in both hands, he pulled her up high and hard against his erection. “Feel that?” he growled. “You did that to me.”

“I feel it.” She circled her hips, reveling in his gasp. “And I need it inside me.”

A horrible thought struck her.

“What?” Dropping his hands, Rhys took a step back. “What’s wrong? Did I—”

Pulling him close again, she soothed him with a kiss. “God, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just—do you have any condoms?”

“I do. I always bring them.”

That gave her pause. “You do? Why?”

“Because—” He started to work her T-shirt out of her pants as he placed soft kisses behind her ear and along her jaw. “Because that’s what a good medic does, has everything people might need.” Rhys pulled back slightly to look down at her. “Since I knew you were coming this time and could help me talk to the village women, I brought a case of them, along with some morning-after pills.” He blushed a little. “It’s not something I can talk about with a male interpreter, but I thought maybe you—”

“Oh, my God.” She stopped his words with her lips. “Do you have any idea—” Another kiss. “—how special you are?”

His blush deepened. “I know how hard I am,” he mumbled. “Does that count?”

Chuckling, Devon took pity on his embarrassment. “I’ll heap more praise on you later, then, after you fuck me with this beautiful thing.” She cupped him, measuring the length of the thick shaft with teasing fingers.

He gasped. “I’m not sure you’ll be praising me, but...”

“Oh, hush.” After yanking her T-shirt over her head, Devon linked her arms around his neck. “I’ll talk you through everything I like, trust me.”

His warm hands spanned her ribs, thumbs brushing just underneath the band of her bra. “Can I take this off?”

“If you don’t, I will.”

He fumbled with the front clasp, lower lip between his teeth in concentration. She was about to help him when he gave a crow of triumph, the cups of the bra parting to let her breasts tumble out into his calloused palms.

“Oh,” she breathed as he shaped them with gentle fingers. They weren’t large, but they were sensitive, and when he pinched the nipples lightly, she moaned.

“You like that?”

“Oh, yeah.” Devon arched her back in encouragement. “I love your hands on me. More.”

With one powerful move, he boosted her up. “Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on,” he ordered huskily. She did, locking her ankles at the small of his back and draping her arms around his shoulders.