“Oh really, Reno, it wasn’t so bad.” She rolled her eyes at his miffed state. “It was just a little present.”
She restrained her smile as he dug his hand into his pocket, no small feat with that erection tightening the material. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. He had been gone for nearly two weeks this time. Too long as far as she was concerned, and she was wet and hungry for him. The adult toys he had been so kind as to teach her to use the last time he was home did little to bank the fire that thinking of him caused.
She blinked as the small velvet box landed on the bed beside her. She almost had to bite her lips to keep back her smile.
“Is this a proposal?" She arched a brow as she glanced back up at him.
Oh yum. He was undressing. There went the shirt, revealing the golden expanse of his chest, muscles rippling beneath the sun-darkened flesh.
“I’m going to spank your ass,” he grunted as he bent to unlace his boots. “Do you want to know where I was when that box dropped out of my duffel bag, Raven? I was in the middle of communal quarters, sweetheart, with three different teams. Can you imagine the fun those men had at my expense?”
She lifted the box, opening it, and grinned at the sight of the wedding set she had found in his dresser drawer just before he was due to leave. The short letter she had wrapped around it was missing.
Who’s hiding now? she had written.
He had been so very careful of their relationship over the last three months, never pressing her for anything, but she had seen how he had steadily cemented his presence into her life.
His clothes now shared space with hers. His guitar was residing under her bed, and his prized trophies from high school and college had made their way to her small shelf downstairs. He even had his own computer desk for the laptop he often worked on. This was his home. He hadn’t asked to inhabit it, he had just moved in, just as he had taken her heart, a little bit at time. But he never mentioned taking it further, never pushed her, though she could tell he wanted to.
She looked up as his pants cleared his hips and his erection sprang free. Thick, the broad head flushed to a near purple hue, it looked intimidating, ready to conquer. She was more than ready to be conquered.
“Turn over,” he growled.
He had that intimidating, dominating look on his face now. The one that made her cream furiously and made her blood pressure shoot through the roof. She loved it when he looked like that, and she loved what resulted.
“Do I look crazy to you?" She flipped the box closed as she watched him mockingly. “Why buy the cow, Reno, if you’re getting the milk free? I think perhaps you should sleep in the spare bedroom tonight. Better yet, Morganna’s not having any parties this weekend. Maybe she can spare a bed.”
She moved to get off the bed, knowing the game and loving it. She saw that twinkle in his eye. The happiness that tugged at his fiercely controlled lips and the lust that flushed the hard cheekbones of his face.
Her feet barely touched the floor when she felt his arm hook around her waist, dragging her back to the bed as he flipped her onto her stomach in one smooth, economical move.
She screeched in mock protest, struggling against him as she felt his muscular legs bracket her, holding her to the mattress.
A second later, his callused palm landed on her rear with stinging force. Heat whipped through her buttocks, sizzled along her nerve endings, then down to her clit with vicious force.
“Reno, that’s cruel and unusual treatment.” She bucked against his hold. “There’s laws against this.”
He smacked the other cheek, causing her to wiggle fiercely as her vagina began to ripple in desperate need. Damn him, he knew what this did to her.
“Your proposal sucked, Raven,” he drawled lazily as another blow landed, making her moan at the border between pleasure and pain.
“It beat yours,” she cried out, pressing back, feeling the tip of his erection as it slid against the crease of her damp thighs.
He was hard and hot, and her body was starving for him. She pressed back again, moaning heavily as two more strikes landed on her upraised ass, making her clench at the fire blooming there.
“I was wooing you,” he half snarled.
He was always like this after a mission, more dominant, so eager for her that he took her breath away.
“You call that wooing?" She was panting now. His hips shifted, pressing his cock against her eager entrance as she fought for that first hard thrust. “I could die an old maid waiting on you.” The next smack landed with burning force on her ass as she felt her womb contract almost violently.
A second later, her back arched as a hoarse scream tore from her throat. The full, heavy length of his cock surged inside the slick, tight confines of her vagina triggering an explosive climax that left her shaking in reaction, shudders of pleasure vibrating through her entire body.
“Oh, you’re not done yet, baby.” He slid free of her, flipped her to her back and lifted her legs as his head lowered.
His tongue attacked the sensitive folds with ravenous greed, licking around her straining clit as his murmurs of approval hummed against her flesh. Deep, penetrating thrusts of his tongue had her lifting her hips in supplication moments later, only to have him retreat to torture the burning nub above once again.
He was voracious. A sensual, sexual demon intent on draining her of every last vestige of resistance against him. Not that the resistance was anything more than feigned. She loved this side of him, provoked it often and gloried in his possession of her.
She could feel her heart hammering against her chest as her hands lifted from the bed, her fingers moving for the aching tips of her breasts, knowing he was watching. It inflamed her all the more to know that she could push him over the edge, that she could make him as crazy with need as he made her.
He was her lover, her heart and her soul.
She pinched at her nipple as she heard him groan roughly, tugging at the tender points as her eyes opened, her gaze meeting his as his tongue circled her straining clit. He would make her come again, make her scream for him. He always did.
She could feel perspiration gathering on her body as the heat inside her began to build. Her muscles tensed, her breathing became broken whimpers of agonizing need until his mouth covered the erect little clit, his tongue flickering as he sucked it firmly.
She screamed for him as she exploded. Rocketing into the stars with a force that left her dizzy as she felt him thrust inside her, hard and deep, penetrating her to the very core before his hips began to move with furious thrusts.