“Don’t bless me, bless the military.” Reaper quickly finished up washing, but Caroline took her time, making sure she scrubbed every crevice. When she reached between her legs, she was met with a delicious tenderness.
Reaper’s arms closed around her from behind and his hand replaced hers, rubbing small circles over her clit beneath the water. Caroline let her eyes slide shut and her head fall back against his chest. This had to be what heaven was like. Part of her never wanted to leave this place, this paradise, uninterrupted by the outside world. They could stay here forever. Together.
And then his fingers slid inside her, stretching her and feeling her. Her orgasm built quickly, crested and burst, leaving her clinging to him for support.
He nuzzled her neck. “You feel so damn good. I need to be inside you again.”
It took all her willpower not to turn and wrap her legs around his waist and take him inside her right there. She had better plans for him. “Come on; let’s get out of the water.” He let her swim to the edge and then lifted her up before following her onto the bank. This time she pressed a hand against his chest and forced him to lie back. He stared up at her questioningly.
“I want to see you this time,” she said with hesitation in her voice. “It’s my turn now.” She wasn’t a hundred percent sure of what she was doing, but she had an idea.
He crossed his hands behind his head and relaxed, allowing her a completely unobstructed view of his body. She wanted to kiss every inch of him, so she did. She went to her knees beside him and took his lips in a gentle caress. When his fingers speared her hair to hold her in place, she pulled away and pushed him back to the ground.
Testing and learning as she went, she kissed her way down the satiny skin of his neck, pure feminine power fueling her when chill bumps appeared on his skin.
She nipped her way down his chest and flattened her tongue against his hard nipple, closing her eyes when he moaned out loud. “That feels good.”
She moved to his other nipple and did the same thing, mimicking what he’d done to her earlier, until he yanked her head back and forced her to stop. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come right now,” he said, staring at her with barely banked heat in his gaze.
She would’ve smiled if she could have, but she was so turned on it was all she could do not to straddle his hips. As soon as he released her hair, she began working her way down his flat, ripped abdomen until her chin bumped into the tip of his cock. His hips bucked, and she sucked in a breath, stealing her resolve.
“Tell me if you like it,” she whispered and then pressed a butterfly-soft kiss to the shaft.
His fingers were in her hair instantly, holding her to him. “I like it,” he practically growled.
Emboldened by his words, she worked her way down to the base of his length with her lips and then flattened her tongue against him and licked all the way to the tip. Reaper was more than generous, groaning to encourage her. She licked him again and again, marveling at his unhindered reaction to her touch.
And then he grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the base of the shaft. “Take me in your mouth.”
She followed his instructions instinctively, placing her lips around his cock and lowering her head until she’d taken him all the way into her throat. Her lips didn’t come close to touching her hand and she wanted to take him deeper, somehow knowing he’d like it better. She tried but was unsuccessful. Frustrated, she began to pull away, but Reaper stopped her. “Try to relax your throat. Just don’t stop doing that.”
Caroline began to work him with her mouth, her lips stretched wide, and she took him a little bit deeper each time. He showed her how to move her hand up and down with the movement of her mouth, and before long she was working him all the way in, the length of him punching against the back of her throat. And she got wetter and wetter with his every groan of pleasure.
Suddenly he ripped her from him, lifted her in the air, and set her down, impaling her on his length in one fast and hard thrust. Caroline arched and cried out at the intrusion, her body both reveling in him and trying to adjust to his size.
He didn’t give her time to settle, but gripped her hips and lifted her up and down, the veins on his arms and neck bulging. “I can’t hold back much longer.” He punctuated each word with distress.
Caroline was so close to the edge herself it didn’t matter. “Me either.”
She leveraged herself up onto her knees to try and help him, and he let her take over the motion, rising and then dropping forcefully, fully impaling herself.
She kept up the furious rhythm for as long she could, until her core tightened and the orgasm overtook her, robbing her control of her body. Caroline threw back her head and screamed. Reaper grabbed her hips and pounded into her two more times before he roared out his own release, sealing them together.
Exhausted, Caroline dropped to his chest and closed her eyes, gasping for breath as she savored each wonderful inch of the man inside her.
He wrapped an arm around her and anchored her to him, sealing her sense of contentment. This man completed her; there was no doubt in her mind.
They spentthe rest of the afternoon drowning in each other’s arms, curled up with the soft mossy grass as a cushion beneath them and the jungle sunlight warming their skin. Reaper marveled at the entire situation.
He’d never lain around and done nothing, not in his entire life. Not as a child in foster care, not as a homeless teenager, and certainly not in the Special Forces. He found this new existence . . . a revelation. And Caroline seemed to have absolutely no trouble snuggling in his arms and napping against his shoulder. She trusted him completely, even though she shouldn’t. If she were smart, she’d be running for the hills. Instead, she was like the lamb cuddling up to a hungry wolf.
If she had any idea. . .
Reaper’s gut twisted. Could he still do it? Could he ask her for her blood? Could he take it? He’d seen her stark terror in the lab, and although he’d kept distance, he knew putting her back in that situation, or any derivation of it, would probably break her. No matter how strong her backbone was, it would break under that kind of betrayal from him.
Because that was exactly what it would be. He’d formed an emotional bond with her—hell, he’d taken her virginity—and he was even now allowing her this make-believe fantasy that he was her salvation from the enemy.
When in truth he was the enemy.
