Her arms stretched up to clasp behind my neck. Feeling her skin glide against mine sent heat hurtling through my belly. The last thing I wanted to do was pull back, but I needed to end this. She was my best friend’s little sister—the one woman in the world I could never have.
Even knowing that, I’d never wanted anyone more.
Her lips parted and her tongue pressed against the seam of my mouth. I wasn’t used to letting someone else take control, but Destiny wasn’t asking for permission. She demanded entrance, and I was helpless to stop her. Being with a woman who knew what she wanted was more than a turn-on—it was intoxicating.
Drunk on desire, my hands roamed up and down her sides. The robe slid off her shoulder. She shivered in the early morning chill, so I wrapped my arm around her and led her into the cabin.
It wasn’t much warmer inside. That’s why I tugged her toward the bed and pulled the covers over both of us. I just didn’t want her to be cold. The argument was weak, but at the moment, so was my willpower.
Her robe fell away from her shoulders, exposing the silky thin-strapped nightgown she had on underneath.
“You’re beautiful, Destiny.” I mumbled the words into her mouth without breaking our kiss. I’d never wanted a woman more than I wanted her.
But she wasn’t mine to have.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I tried to peel my hands off her, even as my tongue slid against hers.
“Yes, we should.” Her fingers drifted to the waistband of my pants. Moisture leaked from the tip of my cock. I wouldn’t last more than a few seconds inside her. Based on the way I was ready to fuck her palm, I didn’t think I’d make it long enough to slide deep into her slick heat.
She pushed my pants over my hips, and I cursed myself while I kicked them off. If I stopped now, she’d wonder why. I wouldn’t be able to lie to her. I’d have to tell her Mike had sent me. She’d be pissed at him and even angrier with me. My mission would end in failure. There was no easy way out.
I was a bastard for considering the alternative, but I had to examine every possible solution. If I gave in, what would the worst possible outcome be? Mike could find out. He’d hate me. He’d try to kick my ass the next time we met up, and I’d let him. But Destiny would be okay. That was the main point of my mission. God, I’d tell myself all kinds of lies to justify my actions.
Her fingers closed around my cock. All the blood in my brain diverted to my crotch. I couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, couldn’t do anything but feel.
At that moment, I made my choice.
6
DESTINY
Something inside Thorne shifted. One minute he was trying to pump the brakes and the next, he had one hand fisted in my hair and the other sliding my nightgown up over my hips. I arched into him while I ran my palm up and down his thick shaft. Everything about him was super-sized, right down to his cock.
He took charge of the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth while his fingers slipped past the thin waistband of my panties. It was like he’d been holding back and finally decided to stop fighting the heat between us.
His lips skated down my cheek and over my neck. Heat pooled in my core. I wanted him, and I wasn’t shy about letting him know. My nightgown slid over my bare breasts, the friction of fabric over my nipples too much to take. Thorne sucked one hardened bud into his mouth through my nightgown. The warmth of his mouth on my skin, even through the thin fabric, had me aching for more.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Destiny.” He lifted his gaze to tangle with mine. “You say the word and I’ll stop.”
“What if I want you to keep going?” I scratched my nails over his closely cropped hair—a telltale sign of a military man. He wore it a little longer on top, but not nearly long enough for me to grab onto and bring his mouth back up to mine.
His lips quirked up into a smile full of sinful promise. Then he ducked his head and trailed kisses all the way down my belly.
My hips lifted as his tongue circled my clit. He pinned me in place with a firm palm on my belly. “Patience, you little minx.”
“I’m a lot of things, but patient isn’t one of them,” I warned.
“Then you’d better hold still so I can get back to work. If I have to use both hands to hold you down, I won’t be able to do this.” His finger slipped into my slit.
Damn, that felt good. But instead of easing the pulsing ache, his touch just made my need grow stronger. “Is that all you’ve got, soldier?”
His throaty laugh added fuel to the flames of my desire. “You’re desperate for me to fill up that needy pussy, aren’t you, minx?”
Nodding, I tilted my head back. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want.”
He added another finger to the first. His thick fingers slid in and out. He knew exactly where to touch me and easily found that elusive spot that most men didn’t even believe existed. The promise of release pulsed deep inside me. “That’s so good, Thorne. I need more. I need you.”
His shoulders nudged my thighs apart. The thrill of anticipation pebbled my skin. Then his tongue slipped inside my folds.
