Page 89 of Until the End

Those marvelous eyes of his stayed glued to her. No one had ever stared at her with such dark intensity, like he was memorizing every detail.

She cupped his cheeks, tipped her head down, and kissed him for all she was worth. Absorbed the heady flavor of him. So sexy, so male.

His palms skated up the backs of her legs, squeezed her bottom, drawing her so close his hot breath brushed across her through the lacy triangle of her panties.

Crazed butterflies fluttered in her stomach. His mouth on her body, his hands stroking her hair, filled her with a deep, arousing warmth that had her purring.

He gripped the band of her thong and ripped it from her body. She gasped—not from fear but from exhilaration. The promise of pleasure had anticipation vibrating across her skin.

As he kissed the bare curve of her stomach, his palm caressed up her inner thigh to her core. She spread her legs wider, eager and aching. He slid his fingers into her, withdrawing and plunging in again, teasing her sweet spot with the pad of his thumb. She nearly came undone.

A shudder rolled down her spine with every stroke. Close, she was so close, so freaking fast. He licked her nipple, sucking on it, and then his mouth moved lower, his tongue replacing his thumb against that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. He drew on her with tenderness and mind-boggling talent she’d never experienced. A swirl of wet caresses, a thrusting invasion in tandem with his fingers sent her sailing over the edge.

“That’s right, Kit-Kat. Come for me.”

Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she cried out, falling apart in his arms. She shuddered in surrender, her inner muscles squeezing his fingers.

“I can’t wait to feel you clamp down like that around my cock.” His voice was low and rough as he held her.

Limp in his arms, she clung to him. It was no shocker he was skilled, but she was overwhelmed by how unselfish and sweet he’d been. Not to mention great at dirty talk.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Need crashed through her, hot and hungry.

“Castle.” She could barely get the words out, her lungs expanding with excitement and an awful longing. But she had to tell him. “I want you inside me.”

“You sure your heart can handle all this?”

Apprehension twisted her stomach. She wasn’t quite sure, but not from a medical perspective. Castle had gotten to her, broken through her defenses, and grabbed hold of a part of her no one had ever touched. Maybe her subconscious was trying to fill the void left from everything she’d lost, maybe it was the loneliness, but she feared his effect on her ran deeper.

“I can handle whatever you dish out, arrogant bastard,” she said.

A ghost of a smug smile settled on his lips. “You like my arrogance. Admit it.”

She didn’t like it. She loved it, loved everything about his big, confident personality that matched his big, imposing body. “I like your arrogance about as much as you like mine.”

“Once again, like is too tame.”

They tumbled onto the bed, rolling and kissing. Her head spun, her heart inflated with an unbearable lightness, but Castle anchored her.

All her previous sexual encounters had been a clumsy, hot mess of knocked heads, an accident of some kind, chipped tooth once, or premature blastoff on the guy’s part.

But this was smooth and fluid, not a beat missed.

His holstered gun hit the nightstand. She tore off his clothes, desperate to shed every piece. He licked and sucked wherever he pleased. Urgency bounced off the walls, their frenzied hands groping and exploring, their ravenous mouths tasting the buffet of exposed skin, had her ready to combust.

The heavy muscles curving his arms and torso were so chiseled and defined. His scars, even the lick of tattoos, were evidence of the hell he’d fought through and survived. Every inch of him was something from a fantasy. It was a pity more women didn’t get to experience his magnificence, but she wasn’t inclined to share.

She slid her hand past his stomach, lower. Her fingers found his enormous erection, hard and throbbing. Holy Christ. His size would’ve made any woman’s breath hitch. She cupped his thick shaft, filling her palm, and stroked him.

“God,” he hissed.

Running her thumb over the engorged crown, she watched his eyes roll into the back of his head as he groaned.

She relished having the power to excite him but couldn’t wait any longer. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He reached for his pants and fished out his wallet. There was the crinkle of foil when he tore open the condom wrapper. He pushed her legs wider with his body, settling on top of her. She almost asked him to wait, to let her taste him, but she needed him somewhere else right now.