“I mean, it’ll be tough, but I’ll get through it.”
His smile was all the light we needed. He kissed me again, then he descended to where I suddenly needed him more than ever. Warm breath. Soft kisses. The slow sweep of his tongue.
Yeah. Like that. Holy—
Wow. Okay. I thought I was prepared for Decoy’s mouth on my dick, but I was more wrong than I’d ever been about anything. His mouth was so hot. His teeth gentle as they grazed the length of me, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Man alive, I wasn’t built for pleasure that was this consuming. I stared up at the ceiling, eyes watering, trying to get a hold of myself, but it proved impossible, because he had a hold onme.
A stranglehold with a featherlight grip.
That makes no sense.
Of course it didn’t. Nothing could while my brain was in so many bits.
I stopped trying to think my way through it. I closed my eyes and wove my hand into Decoy’s hair, shivering at his answering hum, the bass of his voice vibrating against the reactive nerve endings he had made his own, giving myself up to it.
He’d felt familiar to me the first time I’d kissed him. But like this, taking me apart with his hot mouth, I felt whole in a way I hadn’t in as long as I could remember. Pleasure surged through me, and my hips flexed hard enough to drive my eyes open.
I blinked down at him.
He grinned back at me, his throat full of my cock, honeyed eyes alight with the kind of deviance that set me on fire.
He likes that.
I remembered now. From the other day. How he’d got off on me fucking his mouth.
How he’d got off on fucking mine.
I rose up on my elbows to watch him, letting my gaze skate over his whole body before it came to rest on what he was doing to me. I spread my legs wider, making more room for his broad shoulders. I pictured him crawling up my body to claim my mouth as he eased inside me, and I shattered into a thousand pieces at his feet.
My climax was twenty-four hours of missing him. Five longyearsof yearning.
It was messy, and I lived it in every fibre of my body.
I sank back into the mattress, hearing nothing but white noise and the echo of my own tortured moan. The thud of my heart as it stuttered, then slowed to a rhythm that didn’t scare me to death.
When I returned to earth, Decoy was watching me, skating his fingertips over a boot print on my hip.
“You’re hurt.”
“It’s nothing.”
Decoy traced the mark again, then withdrew his touch, the action louder than any counter argument. “You havenothinganywhere else on your body?”
“I don’t think so.”
“That’s not ano.”
“It’s the truth. I haven’t noticed anything, but this is the first time I’ve been naked in a while.”
Decoy almost smiled. But he didn’t. He eased himself from between my legs and lay down beside me. “It fucks with my head that you were scrapping while I was counting wood and kipping in the bar.”
“That’s not going to change anytime soon.”
Another truth. In the dark, Decoy turned his head sharply. “Cam said we weren’t fighting this war. And yet here you are, smelling like danger and bruised to fuck. Was he lying to me?”
“No.” I forced myself to sit up a little. “How much do you want me to tell you?”
