Page 83 of Keeping a Warrior

He knelt between her legs, his cock hard enough to tap his belly. Precome ran freely down the thick shaft, his heavy balls glistening with it. With shaking hands he rolled on a condom, then came down over top of her and notched the broad head of his cock against her entrance, the fullness parting sensitive tissues and making her gasp.

Rocking slowly, Rhys slid inside her, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. Devon clenched around him, milking him. “Oh, God,” he forced out through gritted teeth. “You’re killing me.”

Wrapping her legs around his hips, she offered her mouth for a kiss. His breaths gusted unsteadily against her lips as he started to move, slowly at first, then faster as his need built. She swept her palms up and down his back, the skin both slick with sweat and gritty from the ever-present dust.

The hair on his chest teased her swollen nipples, his lips on hers hot and eager. They ate at each other’s mouths until Rhys pushed up on his palms and looked down into her eyes, his own glazed with desire.

“Ah, Devon,” he moaned. “I’m gonna—”

With one last series of almost brutal thrusts, Rhys stiffened, his head tipping back. Devon held on to him as he shuddered, his cock throbbing deep inside her. At last, his whole body quivering, Rhys went limp and buried his face in her neck.

Devon peppered his cheeks with kisses while he calmed.

“Sweetheart.” He finally pulled out of her with a groan and collapsed at her side. “That was amazing.”

Chest aching, a lump in her throat, Devon brushed her thumb over his nape. “So good.”

“Let me get rid of this thing,” he whispered. “Don’t go anywhere.”

When he got back, she welcomed him with open arms. He gathered her close.

“This okay?”

“More than okay.”

Rhys’s fingertips traced light circles over and around her bare back. Devon was quiet, listening to him think. Finally she brushed a kiss over his jaw. “How about you?” she asked gently. “Doing all right?”

“I’m—” He broke off. “I’m—”

Feeling both on top of the world and scared to death, huh?

“I know.” Devon kissed him again. “Me, too.”

Before the doubts could overwhelm her and spoil the moment, Devon stretched out on top of him. “This is my favorite spot, I think.”

“Why?”

“Duh.” She gave a little wiggle, loving how he let out a tiny gasp. “Because you’re warm, hard...safe.”

The last word sort of slipped out, but she forced herself not to retreat from his steady gaze.

“I’m glad,” he said softly, reaching up to wind a lock of her hair around his finger. “And just so you know, this is definitely not casual.”

“No,” she agreed just as softly, her eyes holding his.

He drifted a thumb across her cheek. “I’ve decided I can live with the temporary, I think, as long as it’s not casual.”

“Never.”

Determined not to think of the end, of how it was going to feel walking away, she leaned down to kiss him, pouring every ounce of her longing—and regret—into it. She concentrated on tasting him, memorizing the shape of his lips molded to hers, the feel of his gentle, seeking tongue, the way his arms held her close.

“So,” Rhys whispered when she finally dropped her forehead to his shoulder, “we should probably cram as much loving as we can into the time we have left, shouldn’t we?”

Devon fought to keep her voice from wobbling. “Guess so.”

“Good.” Slowly, sensuously, he ran his palms down her back to cup her ass cheeks. “’Cause now that I know this—” a light squeeze “—is what’s under those sexy little running shorts, I’m gonna have a hard time keeping my hands to myself.”

“Ha. How do you think I feel?” She dragged her open mouth along his jaw, then down his throat to his chest. “Knowing this...” Taking hold of his cock, she started a long, slow stroke. “...is what’s waiting for me under that uniform?”