She needed to come. Maybe he could read her well enough to know that because he lowered her legs and crawled up her body, licking the sweat from her stomach and then her neck. Now Allie could feel his hard cock pressing against her folds, teasing her clit.
“More, damn it,” she gasped out. If he teased her, she was going to fly apart into a million very messy pieces that would probably get caught in the environmental filters.
Shank dug his fingers into her hips and slammed into her without warning.
She screamed again. “Yes! Fuck. More. Fuck me.” Allie hated women who cried out ridiculous phrases during sex, but these weren’t the same. These were commandments—orders that Shank had damn well better follow, or she was going to die and then kill him.
Luckily, Shank obeyed well. Shank pounded into her, lifting her hips to get the perfect angle. She groaned on every thrust and tried to steady herself by holding his shoulders, but she kept slipping as their skin grew slick with sweat.
Her vision blurred, and then Shank reached between them, pressing her clit as he hammered into her, and she slipped into an orgasm so intense it hurt. Her whole body tensed, and she could feel her heartbeat throb through every cell. Shank drove into her several more times before he stiffened and she could feel him come. He finished with a hoarse cry before he collapsed next to her, half his body on top of hers. That should have been uncomfortable. He was hot and sticky with sweat and heavy, but Allie’s brain wasn’t up to registering any of that.
One of his braids had come undone, and a waterfall of black hair fell across his shoulder and onto her breast. She stroked the silky strands and let herself drift. Eventually the throbbing that made every nerve feel raw and exposed faded. Shank turned onto his side with a heavy grunt, opening his arms to her. Allie could finally settle back and sink into the warmth offered by Shank’s embrace.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Allie woke feelinggroggy and uncoordinated. “Huh?” She rolled over to see who was shaking her. Shank stood beside the bed.
“Wake up. We’re here.”
“We’re here? We can’t be there. We have another twelve hours minimum.” Allie rubbed her eyes and tried to get the world to come into focus.
“Since you slept for over twelve hours, that actually makes perfect sense.”
“I...” Allie dropped her hands and looked up, expecting him to announce he’d just made a spectacularly unfunny joke. “Twelve hours?”
“More than,” Shank agreed. “I was starting to worry a little, but you’ve been under a lot of stress, so I thought the sleep was probably good for you.”
“Oh.” Allie tugged on Shank’s hand, and he sat on the edge of the bed and gave her a crooked smile.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Groggy. Like I both slept too much and haven’t slept enough.” Allie knew what he was really asking about though. “And awesome. That was the best sex of my life. Girls just got scratched off my list of sexual partners. Actually, I’m pretty sure that everyone who isn’t you just got scratched off. I’ll have to go register as monogamous.”
Shank groaned. “Do not joke about registering. That was the single stupidest rule Command ever came up with.”
“Hey, I liked that rule. It was nice and clear.”
