Opening her mouth on a puff of a sigh, Opal lifted her hands, letting them hover over his skin.
“You’re allowed to touch.” His voice was rough.
Slowly, she flattened her palms against his chest. Though she’d been all over him the last time, they both understood this time was different.
That was lust and the need for him to give comfort and her to take it.
Thiswas a connection neither of them ever expected when they were thrown together on this op.
She swept her hands across his pecs, brushing his nipples, and trailed downward in a blaze of heat to skate over the ridges of his abs. His cock stiffened.
If he let her continue, he’d never last. He gently curled his fingers around her wrists and brought them above her head. Pinning them against the wall with one hand, he reached for the hem of her top with the other.
Breathing hard from the effort it took not to take her hard and fast andnow, he searched her face. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
Her eyes blazed, defiance and desire all tangled together. “Don’t you dare stop, Sinclair.”
“My name,” he grated. “Give me my name.”
Her breath hitched, gaze snagging on his as she whispered, “Caius.”
He took her mouth, hard and hot, controlling the moans he let escape from her sweet lips and feeding growls back to her.
He dragged her shirt up and over her head, releasing her wrists just long enough to free her completely before pinning them again. The position pressed her against him, and the feel of her skin made his grip on himself slip another notch.
He dipped his head and kissed a path along her collarbone, her shoulder and the swell of her breast above the lace of her bra. She gasped out, hips rocking forward.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin.
She went still at the nickname that rolled so fluidly off his tongue. He’d called her that before, but now…she was surprised by how much she liked it.
“Sinner…”
He released her wrists and dropped to his knees in front of her. Her hands sank into his hair as he pressed his mouth to her stomach, noting the slight tremor that ran through her muscles.
He found the button of her trousers and looked up at her, waiting.
She nodded, arching slightly forward.
With need pounding his core like a hammer, he worked the button free, followed by the zipper, achingly slow. The rasp of metal teeth filled the silence between her gasps. When he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and dragged the cloth down her legs, taking her panties with it, her breaths came faster.
He removed her boots, and she stepped out of her clothes.
Leaning close, he let his lips trail an upward path as he rose to his full height and took in her every response along the way. By the time he was standing again, she was shaking.
He reached for his jeans, holding her stare the entire time. Popped the button.
Her eyes hooded.
Inched the zipper down.
She slipped her sweet tongue over her bottom lip.
As he drew his cock out and let her seeexactlywhat she did to him, she issued a small moan.
“I need you to know something, sweetheart.” His voice was a raw scrape of gravel.
She waited, chest heaving. The pulse in her throat tripped.
