Page 128 of Missile Strike

Isabella dug out the same scarves Danny had used on her the other night, her hands trembling from a mix of excitement and nerves.

She’d never done anything this adventurous in the bedroom before. But with Danny, the part of her that valued safety and stability loosened enough for her to tap into the part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and just feel pleasure without fearing its consequences.

Dropping the scarves onto the bed, she stripped off her T-shirt, sweats, and underwear. Danny’s hands flexed against the mattress, his gaze roving her naked body, making her wet and needy.

Seeing him stretched across her bed felt strangely right, as though he’d always belonged there.

“Nice view.” He gave her his wrists to tie to the bedpost.

His obvious admiration heightened her confidence. She leaned over so her breasts grazed his cheek. He turned, capturing her nipple between his teeth.

Pleasure streaked all the way to her core, threatening to take out her knees. “You’re bad at following orders,” she gasped.

“Actually, I’m very, very good at following orders.” His voice was that low, sexy rasp that sent flutters to the pit of her stomach.

She placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose and tied the leopard-print scarf around his head to cover his eyes.

Then she sat back on her heels and let her gaze wander over his beautiful body. Tousled blond hair. Colorful tattoos decorating his body. The generous erection that curved upward to rest on his abdomen. She let her fingers follow the path her gaze set, rubbing strands of his silky hair between the pads of her thumb and forefinger before moving along the line of his jaw, rough with the beginning of stubble, to his chest. She traced the outline of his tattoos. Dipped into the valleys of his abs and the cut above his hipbones.

Her body was needy, desperate to have him inside her.

But first…

She dragged her fingers from the base of his cock up to the head. Soft, but also hard. Like the man.

Danny’s hips jerked. A harsh breath escaped his lips.

Emboldened, she wrapped her hands around him, lowering her head. Her tongue flicked at the tip and came away with his taste.

Salty. Masculine.

His abs flexed, his chest rising and falling beneath her. She wrapped her lips around him and alternated sucking with swiping her tongue beneath the sensitive rim of his crown. He tasted of salt. Smelled like the beach.

“Fuck.” Danny’s hips arched, his hands gripping the scarves hard enough for blood to drain from his fingers. “Bella, honey, I’m going to come if you keep that up and I’d really like to be inside you when that happens.”

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Why that song sprang into her head right then was a mystery. She took another look at the large, naked male on her bed.

Okay, maybe not so much a mystery. He might not be a cowboy, but she would rather ride him than a horse any day.

He barked out a laugh that flowed into another groan as her hands tightened around him. “Saddle up.” The gravel in his voice sent more heat to her sex, making her slick.

Rising to her knees, she straddled his hips and slowly sank onto him.

His body arched, driving him deeper.

Her head fell back on her shoulders, her hips and knees losing their rhythm.

“Oh God.” It felt so good.

He felt so good.

She slammed her eyes shut and let herself feel. Her nails dug into his thighs. Her knees bracketed his waist as he took over the pace with deep, hard thrusts.

“I can’t hold on much longer, baby. Touch yourself. Come with me.” His voice held both a plea and a dominant alpha command.

Her eyes flew open.

Touch herself? In front of him? Blood rushed to her face.