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“Damn you.”
“Hate me. I don’t give a shit.”
“I do. I hate you. I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Slowly, her anger subsided, and she gently placed her hand on my cheek. “You’re doing everything you can to do your job and I’m pushing you. That’s just my defense mechanism. That’s what I’ve been told by some very respected specialists. Don’t take it personally.”
“None taken.”
“What’s your deal? We all have some sickening tragedy or horrible experience. I can tell by your haunted eyes yours is a doozy.”
Goddamn, the woman had managed to peel away a few protective layers.
She was too close, the draw too intense. But the last thing I wanted to do was to push her away. “I was captured, taken as a prisoner of war, kept in a hole in the ground for over a year. The scars are from the torture inflicted, methods that I won’t describe to you. You don’t need any additional nightmares. I understand completely about those highly respected individuals who have almost no clue about what you’ve experienced.”
The pain in her eyes was both a draw and a hindrance. I brushed my knuckles across her cheek. She was so warm and felt so damn good in my arms.
“I’m so sorry, Cobra. You suffered much more than I did. If I could take away the pain, I would.”
“You already have.” I lowered my head, our lips just centimeters apart. I gathered a whiff of her arousal, the scent leaving a sweet taste in my mouth.
“Can I trust you, Cobra?”
“With your life, sweetheart.” At that moment, I would slay lions in order to keep her safe. When she shifted her hips back and forth, creating a wave of friction I wasn’t certain I could ignore, I exhaled, shaking my head. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“I’m certain you’re right, but I don’t care.” She shifted her hips again, the friction creating a wave of sensations that destroyed every sense of reality.
I slipped my arm under her bottom, lifting her by several inches. She wrapped her legs around me, sweeping her arm behind my neck. As she caressed my hair, running her fingers up and down, the hunger burst through the surface. I carried her to the chair, easing down as she straddled me. The way she was riding back and forth was enough to push my buttons again, only in an entirely different way.
I peeled off her shirt, marveling in how beautiful she was. The look she gave me was raw animalistic attraction, her needs as temperamental and unbridled as mine. She yanked at my shirt, forcing my hands away from her luscious body until she was able to drag it over my head. As she raked her fingers down my chest, her eyes narrowed. She traced one of my scars so gently that it felt like the brush of a feather.
“Does this hurt?” she asked.
“No.”
“What did they do to you?”
“This one was nothing special, a cattle prod.” The lack of emotion in my voice seemed to surprise her
“Bastards. I hope you killed them.”
“I did. With my bare hands.”
She tilted her head, searching my eyes as she’d done several times before. There was no horror in them at what I’d just told her, just an understanding that I’d done what was necessary in order to survive. She scooted backwards, crouching down and pressing her lips across the scar, darting her tongue around the ridges.
I closed my eyes, lifting my head toward the ceiling. While I’d enjoyed spending time with only two women briefly after I escaped, they hadn’t been this caring, not once.
She left me tingling all over, not even realizing she slipped off the chair, unfastening my jeans. I lowered my head, my heart thudding as I watched her tug at my boot, tossing it away before lifting her gaze. She gave me a mischievous smile before pulling on the second one, removing my socks slowly. As she rolled her hands along the insides of my legs, my cock strained against the tight confines of my jeans.
Damn, the woman was on fire, her touch keeping vibrations jetting through my muscles. I lifted my hips to allow her to peel away the fabric, easing my jeans past my hips. When I was devoid of any clothing, she pushed my legs apart, crawling between them, sliding the tips of her fingers up and down my calves.
She purposely avoided touching my shaft as it throbbed and pulsed, instead drawing circles and zigzags along the insides of my thighs. When she finally lowered her head, blowing across my cockhead, it was all I could do to maintain control.
“Don’t tease me, woman.”
“Or what?” She repeated the move then gently slid her pinky down the underside, toying with my balls.
“I think you know what will happen,” I growled, taking several deep breaths to try to hold back. As the scent of her filtered into my nostrils, my mouth watered to lick her sweet pussy. I slid my hand around her neck, dragging her closer. “What’s it going to be, princess?”
Her laugh was lilting, sending such a fire through me that I was stunned how much the sound could affect me. I was forced to take a deep breath and hold it as she finally wrapped her wet mouth around my cockhead, using her strong jaw muscles to suck. I reared up, the sensations too powerful, my legs shaking from the rush of adrenaline.
