He stilled for a couple of seconds and then, with a groan, he tookover the kiss.
Completely.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jethro’s head thrummed and his gut hurt, but the second Gemma pressed her sweet lips to his, all pain flew away. He mumbled something, trying to keep control. Then she slid her tongue inside his mouth and helost his mind.
Turning fully into her, he angled her head and kissed her the way he’d wanted to ever since he’d gotten a glimpse of the real woman beneath the disguise. The sweet, kind one with the intelligent eyes and adorable ass. Finally he let himself take her, showing her the side of himself that only the enemy had ever seen. The primal being with a ferocious need anddangerous fire.
She moaned and pressed even harder against him, both hands going up to grab his hair and hold on. The erotic pull nearly dropped him to his knees.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, turning to plant her sweet butt against the wall. Having her close, tasting her…something cracked open inside him.
Just for her.
The more he was around her, the more he knew of her, the more he realized he wouldn’t let her go. If she wanted to run, he’d provide protection.
Her legs lifted until her knees rested on either side of his hips. Trusting him.
The woman had dug her way into him, into his blood, and there was no way to stop that. He kissed her harder, knowing he should go slow butunable to stop.
She nipped at the corner of his lip and then his mouth crashed down on hers, finally taking what she was offering. Her nails dug into his nape, spurring him on, and he kissed her like he’d been starving for her.
He had been.
Now he had her, and he should be responsible and tell her to go to bed.
Fuck that.
The hunger hit him with a powerful stroke, and he slid both hands under her butt and turned, walking them both into his room. His mouth never stopped working hers, and if he had his way, this was justthe beginning.
It was too late to think, even if he wanted to be reasonable. He’d held back from day one, but she’d kissed him. He was done holding back and thrust his tongue past her lips, pulling away to nip at her jaw and over to her delicate ear. Then he set her down on the bed, cupping her face. “Tell me this is what you want.” His accent was so thick, he could barely understand himself.
She looked up at him, trust and need in her blue eyes. “This is exactly what I want.” Her hands went to release his belt buckle.
He sucked in a breath, suddenly rock-hard. Slowly, he drew his shirt over his head, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. She hummed and released the belt, pulling it free.
Her hands hesitated before she unsnapped his destroyed jeans. “I, um, I haven’t done this ina long while.”
He cupped the side of her face and then moved his hand, tangling his fingers in her brunette curls. “I’ve got you.” Then he leaned down and kissed her, continuing until he was on his knees before her, still taller than she was on the bed. She tore her mouth away, sucking in air. Who needed to breathe? He kissed her jaw and down her neck, each inch of her skin. A freckle here, a small mole there. A little scar was beneath her ear—he’d askabout it later.
She explored his chest while he kissed her, each finger light on his bruises.
He reached the pulse point in her throat and kissed her, pleased it was fluttering wildly. God, he wanted her. On his bed, naked, fully spread out for pleasure. Not just for this stormy night either. He wanted to sink into her and forget the entire world.
He forced his hands to remain gentle as he slid both of them up her torso and took her T-shirt with them. Dropping it on the bed, he flicked the clasp of her plain white bra, tugging it free. So beautiful. He hummed in appreciation and leaned down, flicking one pink nipple with his tongue.
She gasped.
He reached for her, surprised by how full her breasts were even though she was still so thin. He’d have to do something about that soon because she no longer needed to camouflage herself and hide. She filled his palms, and her breath grew ragged as her nails dug into his shoulders. “I could do this all night.” He leaned down and lashed the other nipple.
She stiffened. “I think you’d kill me if itwas all night.”
Lust raged through him, and even so, amusement filtered in. He grinned and pressed her down, gently pulling the jeans off her small hips. “I’ll try not to kill you.” Although her plain white pantiesmight kill him.
He had them off her in a second and then his mouth was right where he wanted it to be.
She gasped and wriggled her butt.
