Retribution (28 page)

It was an older song about a woman who wasn’t going to put up with a man’s old efforts at love. He needed to bring her something new and fresh that showed her how much she meant to him.
Damn
. Her voice took him to another place—where only they existed and nothing could ever separate them.

It made him shake. Her voice was simply beautiful. Crystal clear and full of feeling, she continued to sing.

He opened his eyes, needing that small contact, his body demanding to see her. Her outline was visible but hazy through the lightly tinted shower doors. She moved like a nymph, slow, languid, as if her hands worshipped her body. The heat wrapped around his senses, drawing him inexorably toward her. He pulled his T-shirt off, discarded his shoes and pants, and opened the shower door.

This was it. His body responded to his heart’s demand to take her, make her his.

He needed her in a way he’d never needed another soul, and by God, he was going to have her. He could wait no longer. It didn’t matter that Dempsey was probably only hours away from making a move against them. He was compelled to cement their bond with their bodies. She was his and, by her own admission, had been made for him. He was only so strong, and this woman brought even his lauded control into question.

Dressed only his boxer briefs, which he left on for his benefit and hers, he entered the shower—he had to make this last longer than thirty seconds. She had her back to him and was soaping her hair, still singing about being loved in a special way.

His skin was too tight, and his mouth was bone dry.

Unable to stop himself, he reached around her body, grabbed the soap, and began lathering her with it. She stilled, like a deer in the headlights, and turned to glance up at him. The question was there in her heavy-lidded gaze, but he couldn’t form words to answer it.

Instead, he rubbed her stomach lightly and then moved both hands upward and caught her breasts. He stroked the plump flesh and tweaked her nipples. She moaned his name and leaned back against him, completely soaking him in shampoo, water, and her skin. The combination of her voice and the feel of her under his hands had him brick hard.

Her skin against his was a benediction, a whispered promise of everything that would be, soon. Dray ground himself against her luscious backside, and he was the one groaning as she pushed back against him, shifting slightly from side to side as if to get closer to what she wanted.

“Put your hands on the wall and don’t move them until I tell you to,” he commanded.

She inhaled and shuddered. Apparently his little Southern belle liked to be ordered around. She may have not realized it yet, but once he’d initiated her into lovemaking, he was going to take them places even he had only dreamed about. He wanted to dominate her, show her all the ways their bodies would welcome each other.

He lowered his head to her shoulder, bit lightly, and followed it with small licks that extended down her back. It was insane, the things that spun through him. His mind and something much more primal demanded he put his mark all over her and then parade her around naked for everyone to see that she was his.

He growled. She shivered in awareness. No one else would ever view her body. She belonged to him. His.

“Dray?” More of a moan than a voiced question.

He followed her spine and used his mouth and hands to alternately lick and massage his way down toward her curvy backside. He went down on his haunches and could only stare at the beauty before him. Still the warm water sluiced over them, lovingly molding the hills and valleys of her body. Her slim back and waist curved outward into hips made for a man’s hands and an ass that begged to be spanked or bitten. She was delicious.

Her skin, heated by the water, was silky and smooth. Her breathing choppy and erratic now, it was all the indication he needed that she was right there with him in the midst of arousal and fire.

He continued his exploration, leaving no swath of her flesh untouched and then turned her around to face him. Well, not really face-to-face. His face was located directly across from her pearl box. His mouth watered as his body struggled to draw in her scent. Need sliced through him, sharp and heady. She stared down at him, her hair a mink’s coat, the skeins like watered brown silk, her eyes burnished gold and lit from within. She reached for him then.

“Keep your hands on the wall, baby. If you touch me, this will go quickly. I’ve waited so long to have you, Sasha,” he said harshly.

He closed his eyes, struggled for control, and then, once he was sure he could look at her without pouncing like a ravening beast, he gazed up at her, silently asking permission to continue.

Her eyes glittered. The sheen of unshed tears gave him pause. She knew. She knew what she did to him, what he was asking.

She grabbed his face in her tiny hands and simply said, “Yes.”

His arms wrapped completely around her, and he pressed his face to her stomach. How long he stayed there, he didn’t know, but soon the heavy beating of her heart registered and triggered a wave of need inside him.

The feel of her breast against his cheek, the scent of her in his nose, and the warm water cascading down on them both had him nearly panting. His kissed her navel and moved to her hip, the delicate curve of it covered by skin so soft it would make an angel weep. Her right hip held a scar from the replacement, and he kissed it lovingly. His tongue laved the length of it and moved back to her navel.

The curls surrounding her mons were only slightly darker than the honey-brown hair on her head. He spread her legs and bent to place his mouth directly on her.

His gaze he kept locked on hers.

“Oh, sweet mother,” she whispered as he touched his tongue to her flesh.

He chuckled, and then her sweetness exploded in his mouth and he was lost.

*

Sasha’s legs weakened and her breathing stilled. There was no better feeling than his hands on her body. There was no place he touched that didn’t crave to be stroked again. Dray stirred in her a maelstrom of desire so strong her insides rocked with it. Her body knew to whom it belonged, and it didn’t seem inclined to ask her permission.

His green eyes glittered up at her from his sculpted face. He was going to break her down into the smallest pieces, and she could only pray he’d put her back together. Need shot through her, almost painful, as her womb clenched at the look in his eyes.

Then everything short-circuited as he licked a path along her cleft. She whimpered, unable to call back the sound. Her breath sawed in and out, and her chest burned as she struggled to suck in air past the intensity of his action. The throaty chuckle he let loose sent shock waves of pleasure radiating throughout her lower body. She thought she might fall as shivers floated through her muscles and danced over her skin. He placed her on the tiled shelf at the back of the shower. She reclined and watched as he pushed her legs apart and came back over her.

“
Cheansa!
” he said reverently before he once again bent to her. “Mine.”

His voice was so gruff she struggled to make out what he whispered, but it was the tone that cleaved her heart. Need, want, adoration, it was all there in the depth of his voice.

He licked, suckled, pulled, and ever-so-lightly nipped her clit until the storm of it became a conflagration of heat she couldn’t handle. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders as his hands pulled her flesh apart. Pulled taut by desire, she was breaking apart at the seams. The rasp of his hair over her legs, the silk of his tongue as it pushed along the seam of her pussy, were delicious agony. Every touch, every breath he took, slithered over her skin and ratcheted up her already uncontrollable desire to new levels.

“Please.” She may have yelled. Probably had.

Her body began to feel empty as he feasted on her. His tongue delved into her pussy, imitating what his cock would do once he was inside her. She craved that invasion, needed to be whole and complete. Her hips moved even as he encouraged her with his hands, lips, and words so sexy she felt scorched. Release shimmered in the distance, a brightly burning coal that threatened to become a raging inferno.

The ember grew too hot, but still she reached for it, needing to be drenched in its fire. She moaned his name, felt it pulled out of her soul as she begged him for ease, and still his mouth continued its assault while she struggled for…what, she didn’t know. She wanted more. She wanted it to end.

“Let it come, baby. Come for me,” he urged softly.

Her head thrashed from side to side, the water from the shower raining down on her, the drops unbearable against the heat of her skin. It was just beyond her reach, so she reached for him and entwined her fingers in his hair as she lifted her hips to his mouth and pushed against him.

“What do you want baby, tell me.”

His words teased her, and she couldn’t stop the growl that escaped her. “Please,” she whispered, almost frantic.

“Do you want my finger inside you, Sasha? Tell me
leanbh
, tell me what you want,” he whispered as he bit and licked the inside of her thigh and then continued stroking her flesh with his tongue.

Another moan. “Yes, Dray, yes.”

“Then that’s what I’ll give you. Anything. Everything.” It was a promise.

He circled her clit with his tongue and thrust one finger into her tight passage. Her inner muscles greedily clamped on his finger. He groaned.

“Take more, Sasha. Relax, baby, I have to stretch you a little. Concentrate on my mouth and fingers. Let me make you come,
mo ghrá
. Look at me,” he demanded in a guttural tone.

Her insides wound into a tight coil. His fingers and mouth worked her together, and ecstasy began to spiral around her. She was so close.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned harshly against her.

Her body stiffened and her vision went blank. Light spun and gathered, centered in her abdomen, and then spread throughout her body until she exploded in pleasure. She felt everything in that moment: his whiskers against her thighs, his tongue lapping at her, his fingers, thick and wide within her, curled just so against a knot of nerves that had her eyes crossing. In that moment, she was heat and desire, pleasure and a curious pain. Release rocketed through her, yet she felt pressure, as if the spiral wasn’t finished.

Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t push the words past her clogged throat. He continued to move his fingers in her, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her body.

“Can you take me,
mo ghrá
?” Pain, desperation, and desire all in one. His voiced begged for release.

Her fire had burned him too.

She didn’t respond, just continued to writhe against his fingers as she wrung every drop of pleasure from his hands. He gently removed his fingers and moved his hands back up her body to her breasts, holding them, plucking her nipples before settling on her waist. He drew her up to meet his mouth, and she became a wild woman. She grabbed his hair and tilted her pelvis toward his until she encountered the hot length and breadth of his erection.

Lucidity returned, and she stared at him in lustful challenge.

“Think it’ll fit, sugar?” she whispered tauntingly.

He inhaled sharply, green eyes bright with lust. “It’s got to, baby. I have to be inside you now,” he said gruffly before taking her mouth in a scorching kiss.

He shucked his briefs and came down over her again.

“Yes, now,” she conceded breathlessly.

“Relax, sweet baby. I’ve got you. I don’t want to hurt you,
mo ghrá
.”

She gave him a cheeky grin. “If it hurts like it did a minute ago, I’m all about it.”

He took her lips in another soul-searing kiss and placed himself at her entrance. He grabbed his cock by the root, dragging the head up and down her heated center. Air whistled through her teeth.

She moved closer, the head of him just between her lips, and he shook his head, his face a mask of anguished desire.
Beautiful
. She wanted to take his breath the way he took hers.

She just plain wanted. Him—on her, around her, inside her.

“Now,” she said and lifted her hips to impale herself on him.

Momentary discomfort shot through her as she adjusted to his size, followed by more heat that threatened to obliterate her.

“Oh, shit, Sasha. Yes, yes,” he groaned against her chest.

He stayed still for a few moments, blessedly giving her body time to accept him deeper. He was a big man all the way around. But having him buried to the hilt inside her was indescribable.

Her hips rose, and a moan slipped through her lips. Her hands dug into his shoulder, her only point of purchase in the storm.

“No, be still,
leanbh.
Don’t move just yet.”

He obviously had no idea what he was doing to her.

“Please move, Dray,” she begged.

He lowered his lips to hers, stroked over them with his, and licked a path to her collarbone. But he didn’t move.

She needed him to move.

“Please, Dray, please move. I’m so full, but I need you to move, please?” she tried to persuade him. Her discomfort was nothing compared to the sensation of being possessed by him. She shifted, seeking fulfillment.

“Fuck. Sasha, baby, let me get used to this for a minute. No! Don’t move—oh, shit, please don’t move,” he pleaded right back.

She sighed and relaxed, and just that fast, nature took over. The primal act of mating between a man and his woman was fully recognized as he gave his body lead and pounded into her. She tried to crawl inside him as much as he was inside her.

His muscles flexed as he held himself above her, but it was his shaft, so hard and deep inside her, that blew her mind. And he never let her look away from him. Gazes locked, he pushed her higher and higher, passion making her brittle as sparks flew between them. It was glorious, more than she could’ve imagined.

“Yes, Sasha. Oh, goddamn yes!” he muttered as he pushed in and settled, flexing his cock and making her body go liquid.

The fire she tasted earlier returned, burning bright with the promise of release. She’d fly apart; she recognized the fact as he pressed against her clit and moved his hips in circles.