Page 35 of To Love a Sentry

He’d licked and kissed along her skin, peeling off her clothes with a touch of magic to keep from having to break from her. Then he’d picked her up entirely, hands digging into her ass, and carried her to his desk.

The moment he set her down on the cool surface Rochelle discovered the idea of being taken on a desk thrilled her. His hands stroked up her body, raising goosebumps in their wake, until he had her breasts in his palms. Her head fell back as his fingers began kneading, massaging their way to her nipples, at the same time as he bit into her shoulder. He teased her nipples with his fingers, then bowed his head and took one into his mouth, curving his arm around her simultaneously.

All Rochelle could do was hold onto his shoulders and moan as he licked and sucked and pinched. Her body ached for him, and she could feel his hard erection pressing against her from the confines of his pants. She was so distracted with her want that she nearly missed when he left her bosom and lowered to his knees, still between hers.

His hands slid over her thighs, spreading them wider, and a deep rumble drifted up from him. “I’m going to feast on this sweet pussy,” he said. Suddenly, his eyes had locked onto hers, the heat in the green making her heart beat faster. Why hadn’t she considered that he’d be a dirty talker? “Time to chase away those doubts.”

She had a split-second to try and recall the reference before he leaned in and swiped his tongue between her folds. His arms ducked under her legs until he could grip onto her upper thighs, and he buried his face in her center enthusiastically. She felt tongue and lipseverywhere, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. It wasn’t just the sensation, but the intensity was insane. She couldn’t sit upright and collapsed back on the desk, her fingers digging helplessly into the wooden surface as her body coiled with promise. His mouth zeroed in on her clit, and two seconds of that was all it took for her to soar, the orgasm tearing out of her.

She felt her hips rocking on the desk as she fought for breath, her vision blurry.Oh, that felt good…It was embarrassing how quickly he’d tipped her over, really.

“Delicious,” Aric rumbled against her skin, his voice vibrating up her body. A moment later, he swirled his tongue around her opening and she twitched.

“A-Aric!” He’d already made her come once! She was barely able to lift herself up enough to look in his direction, however, and only then did she realize he’d adjusted his grip. He was teasing her opening with his tongue, then he lifted his head and met her gaze as he pushed a finger inside.

Her breath caught in her throat. It really had been too long. And by the time he was pumping three fingers steadily into her she was squirming and arching against the table all over again. His name slipped from her lips as she reached for him, feeling herself racing toward that wonderful precipice once more. It had only been a couple of minutes since her first orgasm, how had he managed to work her up like this?

“That’s it, Rochelle,” Aric said. His voice was thick in a heady way that only made her blood hotter. “Let go. Let me see you fly.”

Tears leaked from her eyes as her body burst in waves of hot euphoria. She didn’t even know if she screamed or if she blacked out. All she knew was that when he said those words in that voice, with the way his fingers were pressing into her insides, she was putty. Blissful putty.

The next thing she knew, even as she struggled to catch her breath, something in the back of her mind insisted she needed to pay attention. Something had changed. When she pushed up, the flare of alarm hastening the settling of her awareness, Rochelle realized what the change was.

The office was gone. The desk she’d been sprawled out on top of was gone. She was now sprawled on a large—admittedly comfy—mattress, in a room with half-open drapes and flickering wall sconces. It was a very nice, tastefully masculine room that she was sure she’d never seen before. But she most definitely recognized the man smiling wickedly down at her as his clothes fell to the floor.

“I’m impressed you noticed,” Aric said. An absent flick of the wrist folded his discarded clothes into a neat pile on a chair against a far wall. “You’re even more beautiful when you come.” Fully naked, he climbed onto the bed until he was half over her, braced on either side of her shoulders and the outside of his thigh brushing the outside of hers.

She felt heat rush to her face and did her best to ignore it. This seemed so much more like a seduction than any sex she’d ever experienced in her past. It was both horrifying to realize how impersonal those previous encounters had been and shocking to realize how intimate this one already was, when he hadn’t even been wholly inside her. Yet. At this point they both knew it was a matter of time. Very little time. She swallowed hard and reached up, letting her fingers trail over his exposed skin. She did like the intimate feeling, though—with him, specifically.

She’d also never seen him so much as shirtless before, and though he hadn’t lingered to pose for her, the view had definitely been mouthwatering. How a man who could do anything he wanted with a single thought also managed to be so perfectly sculpted was beyond her. Her fingers found a groove of muscle and followed it without thought. “What happens after tonight?”

Aric hummed and shifted his weight enough to trail his own touch over her skin. His fingers brushed along her side, lingering over her tattoo, before continuing up until he’d caught her hand and pinned it to the bed above her head. The move had him leaning closer, his face hovering a hair’s breadth above hers. “We’ll deal with Denham tomorrow. Tonight, we indulge.”

She smiled for a moment, recognizing the sentiment in his words, and curled her fingers around his hand. “But assuming we survive, and are free, what then? What … is this?” And why thehellwas she ruining what might be the best night of her life with her insecurities?

He offered her a soft smile. “I answered that already, didn’t I?” He ghosted an open-mouthed kiss to her lips, pulling away just as she began to respond. “You’re mine.”

Her heart did a funny dance in her chest. His answer was so ridiculously barbaric and cliché, and yet she couldn’t deny the way the idea excited her. But there was no way he meant that in a permanent context.

Aric lowered his head to her neck and let his lips trail along her skin. “Don’t overthink it, Rochelle,” he murmured. “Just let go and enjoy yourself.”

She released a breath and closed her eyes, letting herself focus on the sensation of his lips and tongue. The strength of his hand gripping hers. The heat of his body at her side. She definitely wanted this. So even if it was only for one night, she’d have far more regrets if she ran away at this stage. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She wanted this, wanted him.

Her free arm came up and curled around his back, fingers digging into his shoulder blade. “Aric,” she said on a moan. “Ruin me.”

He chuckled against her skin and his leg slipped between hers, thigh rubbing deliberately over her mound. “I promise you, Rochelle.” He lifted his head and let her see the sexy smirk. “I intend to.”

She dragged his face to hers for a wet kiss, uncaring of the wanton sounds that escaped her from the pressure of his thigh and his wandering hand. He played with one of her breasts while they let their tongues dance between mouths, and soon she was grinding herself on his leg in desperate search of relief.

He retreated from the kiss, nudged her knees wider, and settled himself properly over her. Their gazes locked for a moment before he took himself in hand and gave a slow stroke, rubbing his thumb over the swollen head. His voice was thick with the same desire rampaging through her veins when he spoke. “I layered a spell around the room that works as contraceptive. It should last for twenty-four hours before I have to recast it.”

She dragged in a breath. She definitely had not been thinking about that. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze, managing what she hoped was a smile. “Then get with the promise-keeping, Sentry.” Where had that come from? Why did her brain sometimes allow her to speak without thought like that, and not all the time? She wished she were always so bold.

Aric grinned wide and angled himself forward, and she felt the moment the head pushed against her entrance. His hands slid up her thighs and latched onto her hips, and he rolled himself into her in one long, steady stroke.

Rochelle fell back against the mattress as he filled her. Heat pulsed through her body, and they both groaned when his pelvis ground against hers. Again, he leaned over her, but she felt so much more full and so much better than she could have imagined. She latched onto him with a gasp.

He lowered his lips to her ear, his hips rocking gently against hers. “You’re so tight. I could lose control with you.”

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