I looked up at her then, and she met my gaze. “Breck. It’s almost too much.”
“Almost, but not enough,” I whispered, and then I went back to kissing her sweet breasts.
I kept kissing down her skin as I lowered myself to my knees and licked and kissed my way along her stomach. She moaned and writhed in front of me, but I pressed her hips against the wall, careful of her injuries, her luscious ass giving her cushion.
“Breck, I’m already wet enough, and you haven’t even taken my pants off.”
“Really? Well, this is something I’m going to have to see.” I undid the button of her pants as she toed off her shoes. And when I tugged her pants over her ass and down to her thighs, I looked at those lacy panties in front of me and inhaled.
“I smell you. All wet and hot. And just for me.”
“You’re on your knees in front of me, Breck, what else are you expecting?” she asked, her voice a throaty purr.
“I’m expecting you to scream,” I said, and I lowered my face, stuck my nose in between her thighs, and inhaled again.
“Breck—” she said, shocked, and I chuckled roughly before pulling her panties to the side and licking her.
She clamped her thighs around my shoulders, and I grinned, before slowly tracing my finger along her wet lower lips.
“Well then, look at you, all wet and glistening.”
“Jesus,” she muttered.
“No, still just Breck,” I said, and she tugged at my hair playfully. I lowered my head and sucked her clit into my mouth. She practically shot off the wall, and I used my free hand to keep her there before I sucked and licked and speared her with one finger.
“Look at you, all tight and ready for me. Am I going to stretch you, baby?”
“You know you will. Did you want me to say you have a big cock? Because I told you that before.”
“A man always likes to hear compliments,” I said, before I went back to licking between her legs. I licked, and I sucked, and then I spread her before me, pushing her panties to the side, as I looked at the feast in front of me.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I muttered.
“Then you should get to it,” she purred in reply.
“I will, soon.” And then I slowly worked my finger back, watching her face as her eyes widened.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she muttered, but it didn’t sound like a warning, almost like a need.
“Just teasing, testing,” I whispered, and I slowly played with her, using her own juices to keep her wet and yielding.
She let out a soft gasp as I entered her with one finger, her gaze widening.
“Maybe later,” I muttered before lowering my head, sucking on her clit, and using my thumb and finger to pleasure her both ways. She came with a scream, exactly what I wanted, my name and not prince on her lips. When she finished bucking, I pulled away and lowered her on her stomach to the floor, placing her on the ultra-soft carpet so she wouldn’t be hurt.
“My God,” she moaned as I ripped her panties off, the lace tearing at the seams.
“I’ll buy you new panties,” I muttered, pulling my shirt over my head. I fumbled at my belt, and then my pants. The need was too great. I could barely breathe, barely think. She pressed into me, her ass sliding along my length, and I groaned.
Then I remembered a condom, and I cursed under my breath. I reached around to my pants pocket and pulled out the condom, and Sparrow took it from me as she rolled to a sitting position.
“My turn,” she muttered, before rolling the condom down my length. She squeezed the base of my dick, cupping my balls, and I hovered over her, ready to come at one touch.
“Dear God, if you do that again, I’m going to die.”
“Aw, don’t do that, I just need you inside me.”
“That I can do,” I muttered. Then I positioned her on her hands and knees again softly on my carpeted floor, and lowered myself at her entrance.
“Inside me,” she muttered. “Please.”
“You never have to beg,” I whispered. “Never. You tell me what you want, and I’m yours.”
Her eyes widened as she looked over her shoulder. She gave me a strange look, and I knew I might’ve said too much, so instead of worrying about what she was going to say, I lowered my mouth, kissed her hard, and thrust into her balls deep in one solid movement. She pulled her mouth away, shouting in bliss, her fingernails digging into the carpet. But I didn’t give either one of us time to think. Instead, I fucked her hard into the floor, pummeling into her as both of us shook with need. I was afraid I was going to hurt her, and that was one thing I promised I’d never do, so I pulled out of her. She gasped, and I rolled to my back before I tugged her over my waist.
“Fuck me, Sparrow. Show me exactly how you ride.”
She pushed her hair back from her face, licked her lips, and rolled onto my dick. I gripped one hip, using my other hand to cup her breasts, playfully plucking at her nipples. She rode me with abandon, and both of us were breathing hard, each of us a sweaty mess as she lowered herself to me. I licked her nipple and then bit at her neck before I took her mouth. I pumped into her, as hard as I could, both of us leaving bruises, and when she shook, her pussy clamping my cock in a vice, I came right with her, not able to hold back anymore.
But thankfully, her mouth was on mine, and I couldn’t say the words that had popped into my mind.
Because they would have been a mistake.
I couldn’t love this woman. Not after such a short time.
But as she shook on top of me and pulled away, her eyes wide, glassy, and yet filled with something I couldn’t read, I knew I was a lost cause.
I was falling for my protector, my Sparrow, and no matter what, I knew one of us was going to get hurt in the end.
And oddly enough, I didn’t think it was going to be her.
Chapter 15
Sparrow
What happens when he’s coming for you?
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It was a long, keening moan that woke me.
My name on Breck’s lips. Like he was in agony. He twitched then his arm locked tight around my waist. I knew what he was dreaming of. The explosion. Me. The attack. The trap we’d walked into because I had been too eager. Too desperate to put this to bed. Too willing to walk in headfirst and prove to myself that I deserved to lead this team. Like a fool. I was lucky all I got was a slight concussion and some minor first-degree burns on my back. That explosion had been meant to kill me.
Luckily, Niko had been safe. And Breck. Fuck, what if I had let him walk in with me like he’d wanted to? If I had taken his advice and gotten more men as he’d requested, how many would I have lost?
I shuddered, and Breck just held on tighter. His arm was like a vice, and then he murmured, “Sparrow.”
It was only after he quieted that I eased out from under his hold. On the floor, I found the shirt he’d ripped open in his eagerness to get to me. His eagerness to touch me, make love to me, to forget that only a week ago he’d torn out of the van, giving no shits about his own safety. And he’d come running for me, putting himself out in the open.
Niko told me I had been out cold. I’d been less than thrilled that he’d endangered himself, of course, knowing full well that he wasn’t supposed to be doing that. That wasn’t our deal.