“No,” he said. “You’re mine, T. You’ve always been mine.”
She couldn’t move. And she couldn’t think to tell him to stop because he leaned the full length of his body against hers, showing her exactly what was on his mind. Her pulse ricocheted, flying hard and fast, until it returned with a muted roar in her ears.
“Ryker,” she said again, realizing what would come next. If she didn’t stop this now, Lyons was going to cross a line neither of them would ever return from.
Using his body, he pressed her against the hard pallet, effectively caging her in. This freed his other hand to tug at the buttons of her desert fatigues.
She clutched the shackle of his hand and stared at him. “We can’t…”
His fingers released the lower button of her BDU top. She sucked in air as he freed another button. No! He freed a third button. She needed to say no and stop this from progressing any further. Mentally, she chanted the word, but for the life of her, she couldn’t say it. Not when his entire being flooded her senses.
The rich taste of him had her curling her toes. His masculine scent had her pawing at the fabric of his uniform. Her lips couldn’t form the wordnobecause she was too engrossed in the wonder of his kiss. The power and possession behind Ryker’s assault effectively silenced all doubt. His impulse to dominate raced through her veins, thundered along her nerves, and set her ablaze from the inside out. She flung her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into his scalp because she needed more.
He had her fatigue overblouse unbuttoned. He tugged at her shirt, pulling it free of the constriction of the waistband of her fatigues. She moaned beneath him as he slid the webbing free of the buckle, loosened her belt, and attacked the topmost button of the fly of her pants.
Taking a moment, she opened her eyes, not really certain when she’d closed them and forced herself to face the raging torrent of emotion in his eyes.
Hunger. Need. Lust.
And more. There was so much more.
All of it swirled in the intensity that had become Ryker Lyons. He had another button undone. His breaths turned to grunts as he rocked his hardness against her belly.
This could destroy their careers. If she didn’t stop it now, they could potentially lose everything. Except her fingers gripped his nape, and her mouth opened, welcoming him in. She encouraged him to continue. Consequences became insignificant things fluttering in the periphery of her mind.
His hand wrapped around the soft skin of her neck, and his fingers dug at her nape. Electrical pulses penetrated her nerve endings. Like tiny white-hot pricks of erogenous hunger, they shot down her spine and licked her nerves where they coiled in a rising fury of fiery heat and need.
“We have to stop,” she gasped on a needy breath, even as his fingers slipped into her pants.
“We’re not stopping,” he said.
His words hardened her nipples and sent her pulse into a frenzied beat that hammered in her ears. He was going to fuck her. That wasn’t something she could let happen.
She pushed him away, putting the full weight of her body into the effort, but he merely shifted to the side, twisted her in his grip, andsent them both careening to the ground. She landed with a huff, spared the full brunt of the fall by the protection of his arm cradling her back. He landed on top of her with a grunt, keeping his weight—and therefore full control—pushing down on her body. She could breathe, but she couldn’t move.
His other hand went to his belt and then to the buttons of the fly to his trousers. She tried to scramble away, but he held her tight. Their hips rocked against each other and elicited a low groan from him. With a tug to her pants, warm air brushed against her bare bottom.
“Fuck, T,” he said with a groan. “Where the hell is that condom?”
This was the moment to say no. To end this before it went too far. But her skin was on fire. Her heart hammered in her throat. Her insides churned with a ravenous hunger to feel him plunging deep inside.
“Breast pocket,” she said. That had most definitely not been a no.
He fumbled inside her pocket.
“No,” she huffed between his kisses, “other pocket.”
Fingers searching, he retrieved the foil packet, brought it between them, and surrendered her mouth only long enough to rip off the edge. There was no going back now.
He shifted to the side and sheathed himself in latex. She thought he’d plunge right in, overcome with his lust, but found herself gasping as his fingers fluttered over her folds.
“T,” he said, “if you don’t want this, you have to say so now.”
But there was no way to deny what she wanted because he could feel her arousal. Her inner thighs were slick with what she wanted. Revenge fuck or just a fuck, it didn’t matter. Right now, all she needed was to feel him inside. She bit her lower lip and stared at him, refusing to say the one word that would end whatever this was.
Mistake? Regret? A beginning?She no longer cared.
Lyons shifted again, moving his weight to roll on top of her, making it difficult for her to breathe. He sank his fingers between her soaked folds, and she arched her back and let out a scream. His free hand covered her mouth.
