Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I leaned in again and kissed the words out of his mouth. His nervous babbling was my Kryptonite, and if he thought he was going to “find someone else,” he had another think coming.
I was done fighting this. If this interlude was my only chance to have him, I was going to take it with both hands, both feet, and all the fucking rest of me. How could I say no when it was exactly what I wanted? He was dangling my dream right in front of me and telling me it was what he needed.
Was it unprofessional? Yes. Hell, yes. But he was right. No one was around to witness it.
Would it distract me from protecting him? Maybe… although I’d craved him desperately for a year already, and I felt like I was doing okay. Besides which, Lou and the rest of the perimeter team had us covered, and we were in the wilds of a Norwegian fjord, so far off the beaten path there was no possible way a random stalker from America could find us.
So I would give him what he wanted. What I wanted. And then I would let him go when we left this little sanctuary, even if it meant watching him fall for someone else one day. Because that was what you fucking did for the people you loved. You took a bullet for them, literally or figuratively.
Zane’s slender fingers curled into my chest hair and tugged. The time had come to stop stressing and allow myself to enjoy this.
I rolled him over onto his back and deepened the kiss, arching my hips to press my cock against the inside of his thigh. He made a sound of surrender in his throat that tweaked my need to take care of him. Zane deserved the best, and while I was nowhere near the best, I’d try my hardest to make this good for him.
My hands explored every inch of his exposed skin, caressing sensitive spots and squeezing firm muscles, tweaking his nipples and finally reaching down to pull off his pajama pants.
The duvet was long gone, tossed off the bed when heat from our bodies had made it an inferno.
“Bear,” Zane said on a groan as I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth and growled.
He wasn’t wrong. I felt semi-feral, overcome with the need to take and have, maul and conquer.
I moved down his body, teasing his chest, stomach, and lower belly with my tongue, eager to suck him. This wasn’t my first time, but it was definitely my best time.
Zane sucked in an audible breath. As I finally put my mouth on his cock, his hands moved into my hair and held on. “Oh god. Fuck. Ryan.”
Hearing the sound of my name in his lust-graveled voice made my cock even harder. Knowing he’d never had the pleasure of receiving oral sex before incited my desire to make this one the best damned blow job in history.
I licked and sucked and tormented him until his nails dug into my scalp and his breathing stuttered. My hands moved beneath him to grab his ass. Zane’s ass cheeks flexed under my fingers as he couldn’t help but gently thrust forward, seeking more.
My brain was a kaleidoscope of images of things we could do—positions I could put him in and parts of his body I could taste and touch. I reveled in the privilege of giving him pleasure. He was mine to enjoy, mine to guide, mine to relish.
“Let me,” he gasped. “God, let… me… nnnghh!”
The warm, salty taste of his release hit my tongue as he choked out intelligible sounds and arched into me. His hair fell forward as he sat up and leaned over me, cupping the back of my head while his body continued to shudder.
I ran my hands down over his ass to the back of his thighs and calves before moving them back up to his sides and abs as I pulled away from him and met his eyes.
Zane’s face was flushed, and his eyes were bright. I reached up to brush his hair back and cup his face. “Good?”
He tackled me full-body, pushing me back and kissing me soundly. I laughed into his mouth and held on tightly as I kept us from falling off the bed. I flipped him so he was pinned beneath me, trapped and wriggling like a fish.
“Was supposed to be…” He pushed half-heartedly at my hips. “…my turn. Please.”
Even when he was brainless and loose from an orgasm, the man still had manners.
I leaned in and pressed another drugging kiss to his mouth until his eyes rolled up and closed. I didn’t need another orgasm from him—though god knew I would always appreciate the fuck out of one—but I needed this. The chance to hold him. Tease him. Kiss him and watch him go limp with satisfaction and contentment.