Page 87 of Missile Strike

More. He needed more of her.

His hands shaped and molded her breasts, then her ribs, his mouth following until he reached the waistband of her shorts.

The zipper hissed its way down.

He slid down the bed, dragging her shorts and panties past her feet, then positioned himself between her legs.

Damn.

His sweet, proper Bella waxed.

Or shaved. Either way, she was bare.

That he hadn’t expected.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was little more than a rasp. He’d spent years telling himself she was off-limits. His sister’s friend. Someone he should never have touched.

But staring at her now, that lie shattered.

The glistening folds of her pussy were wet. For him.

He swiped a finger through her slit and brought her sweetness to his mouth.

Familiar. Unmistakably Bella.

Lowering his head, he feasted.

“Oh, God.” Her hands slapped against the headboard, knees squeezing his shoulders as he tongued her clit.

The throb of his dick grew more insistent. If he didn’t regain control, he’d come before he ever got inside her.

And that wasn’t happening.

He slid a finger into her, then two. Slick heat coated his hand, her inner walls clenching around him.

Bella’s mewling cries, her obvious pleasure, heightened his own. Made him feel downright predatory. He was the one who brought her pleasure. Only him.

God help any other man who tried to touch what belonged to him.

So much for taking his time. He needed to be inside her. Now.

“Come for me, Bella.” He returned his tongue to her clit, increasing the speed and intensity of his strokes. When her body drew up like a bowstring, he gently bit down.

She let out a keening cry, her clit throbbing against his tongue, her pussy trying to suck his fingers deeper inside. He kept going, drawing her orgasm out until her hips collapsed onto the mattress, her knees falling open in surrender.

A light sheen of sweat coated her skin. He licked her inner thigh, tasting salt, honey, and Bella.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Just…wow.” Lines appeared between her forehead and a tinge of pink dusted her cheeks. “What about you?”

He grinned. “I’m just getting started.”

“Good.” Bella’s fingers delved into his hair, applying upward pressure. “Because I need more than your fingers inside me.” Her voice was so damn sexy, a sensual purr he’d never heard from her before.

He let her drag him up to her face and kissed her, sharing the taste of her on his lips. He could spend all day exploring her mouth, but the savage need ripping through him demanded more.

Condom. His hand reached back and flailed for the wallet tucked into the back pocket of his tactical pants. Removing the packet he kept there, he shucked his pants and briefs, then used his teeth to rip open the foil and quickly sheathed himself.

Moving over Bella, he braced his hands on either side of her head and met her eyes. The dazed, sated look she’d had a moment ago was gone, replaced with hunger and a need that nearly took out his knees.