Storm Warning (Security Specialists International Book 4), page 18
Her thumb back under her control, she massaged the pearly white droplets over the dark purple head.
“Yeah, that’s good.” His voice was rough. “Now, stroke me again and add a swipe over the top of my cock with your thumb.” He showed her what he wanted for two or three repetitions and then let her control the pace.
His breathing had grown harsher. He groaned each time she swirled her thumb over the top of his penis. The tenseness of his body spoke to the strain as he held back his need to take control from her and find completion.
From beneath narrowed lids, his wolfish gaze followed her hand on his erection. The blue of his eyes was no longer ice blue, but was the color of the hottest part of a gas flame.
His increased arousal fed the banked fire in her belly, which had begun to kindle after their first kiss of the morning.
“So fucking good,” he growled. “Kiss me. Give me that hot, sweet tongue of yours.”
DJ met Ace’s mouth halfway. As they kissed, he covered her hand on his penis and urged her to increase the pace. Matching the rhythm of their joined hands, he thrust his tongue into her mouth like an invading army of one. There wasn’t a single millimeter he didn’t taste … didn’t claim.
With a growing confidence, DJ battled back, using her tongue to conquer his mouth, mark it as her own. He groaned and then inhaled, taking her breath into him, squeezing her hand more tightly around his erection.
Faster and faster their joined hands moved. DJ leaned into his body as if she were a magnet and he was her true north. As long as she had him in her life, she’d never be lost.
Suddenly, Ace stiffened and grunted, a long, low, nearly painful sound. For a split-second, their bodies—nothing in the universe—moved. Then he roared his climax into her mouth. He pressed their joined hands even harder around his cock, moving them faster and more roughly on his jerking penis.
Warm, silky fluid flowed over their fingers as his body spasmed and shook. And all the while, he kissed her as if she were the only thing holding him to earth.
If DJ could’ve bottled the feeling of joy she felt at that moment, she would have.
When he stopped coming, he broke off the kiss and gasped out, “God … that was so fucking good.” He hugged her to him and placed a sweet, almost innocent kiss on her swollen mouth. “The only thing better … would be coming deep inside you.”
His tender actions, his earthy words caused her body to throb, to clench, seeking something she wasn’t sure her mind could handle yet.
Ace cradled her hand and gently rubbed the backs of her fingers with his thumb. “Was I too rough? Did I bruise your hand? Your fingers cramping?”
She pulled her hand from his and wiped it on the sheet, then wriggled her fingers. “My hand is fine … the sensation feels as if I’d gripped my Hawk’s cyclic stick in rough weather. Although your penis is much more responsive.”
Ace chuckled. “Good to know.”
She reached for the back of his head and ruffled her fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned into her touch like a cat being petted. “Didn’t that hurt? I mean, we were sort of rough there at the end.”
“It was perfect,” Ace said. “I haven’t come so hard from a hand job in … well, never.”
She leaned against his arm. “So, I really did okay?” Yeah, she was feeling a tad bit insecure and somewhat adrift.
Ace hugged her. “If it had been any better, I’d have expired on the spot—but I’d have died a happy man. How did touching me, watching me come, make you feel? Anything scare you or—”
“No, nothing was scary once we got started. I liked making you feel good. It made me feel womanly and—” She hid her face against his neck and inhaled his deliciously sexy scent as she tried to explain the feelings that sizzled through her body, making her skin sensitive and her pussy ache.
“And what?” Ace murmured against her hair.
She looked up and found in his patient, loving gaze the strength to voice her needs. “I think watching you come made me horny.”
Ace’s eyes, mouth, his whole face smiled at her words. “That’s a good thing, sugar. Now, what can I do to help you?”
She raised her mouth to his and whispered against his lips, “Do you have a suggestion?—Because I’ve never really had these exact sensations before.”
“Never? Not even with your own fingers or a toy?” Ace asked.
She examined his face and was relieved to see no judgment, just curiosity. He always listened to every word she uttered with an intensity that was flattering. He’d demonstrated in actions and words again and again that he wanted to know her. Sometimes his regard was slightly scary, as if he knew even more about her than she did.
“I tried once with my fingers.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I wanted to see what all the hoopla was about, but got nowhere. In fact, it hurt.”
“You were probably too tense. Too dry.” Ace petted her back and cuddled her even closer.
She melted under his tender touch. He always made her feel better about herself, whether it was treating her as an equal during training or now as he took such care easing her into intimacy.
“How do you feel now? Is talking about finding your own pleasure making you tense? Erasing the feelings of arousal?”
DJ took a moment to assess her body … her feelings. “I feel as if I’m missing something. It’s as if I need to release pressure, but don’t know where the release valve is.”
He kissed her nose. “I think I can help find that release valve. Trust me?”
“Yes.” She twined her arms around his neck. “You’ve never let me down yet.”
“And I’ll try never to disappoint you.” His expression was solemn as he made what sounded like a vow. “So … why don’t I start with some heavy petting to help you gain your release? We can do it in the shower where your skin will get all sorts of other stimulation.” He winked, then let her go and got out of bed.
Ace came around to stand by her side of the bed and offered a hand. She took it and let him help her up. His hands went to the shirt she wore and paused.
Again he gave her time to make the decision to take the next step. Her body wanted him, so there was no decision to make. She couldn’t take a shower and have him finger her to orgasm in her clothes, and she really wanted him to give her relief.
DJ let out a breath, covered his hands, and helped him pull the shirt over her head. She shimmied out of the tight ski leggings herself. She stood less than a foot away from him and watched as his gaze burned as he took her body in from head to toe—as a sensual smile curved the lips she loved to kiss.
“Beautiful … you are so beautiful. Want to help me get rid of my shorts the rest of the way?”
DJ nodded. Ace brought her hands to his boxer briefs and together they pulled them down over his hips. She took a step back and eyed his nudity. She hummed in the back of her throat. Everything about his leanly muscled body shot sparks of awareness over hers. From his perfectly formed chest and abs with the light smattering of golden-brown hair to his long legs. He even had nice feet. He could be a cover model for Fitness Monthly.
As DJ did a return trip up his body, his penis stood at attention once again and seemed to reach for her.
“Ignore my cock. It has a mind of its own where you’re concerned.” He reached for her hand. “The way I feel right now, I’ll probably spontaneously combust while getting you off. No touching needed.”
“Really?” She intertwined her fingers with his and let him tug her toward the bathroom. He did that a lot—held hands with her even when they’d cuddled on the Lodge’s great room couches and watched TV, he’d take one of her hands in his and hold or massage it. She liked the fact he seemed to need to claim even that small part of her.
“Yeah.” He let go of her hand and reached in and turned on the shower. “My blood pressure went up merely seeing you naked. If this keeps up, I might have that heart attack I barely avoided when you helped me get off.”
“Buck up, Ace.” DJ snorted delicately. “You’re much stronger than that.”
“Don’t know.” He leaned over and held her head still for a kiss, a brushing of lips that had her hungering for more. She’d begun to crave the deep, eating kisses he’d given her over the last week. “You should be classified as lethal.”
She loved that they could be together like this—him teasing her, her teasing back. She was one hundred percent comfortable with him. Even with last night’s and this morning’s sex play, the nudity, and the promise of more of both in the shower, she wasn’t afraid. Though she would admit to being a bit nervous of the unknown. Yet, with Ace as her guide, she expected it would all be wonderful.
I am one lucky woman.
“DJ, look at me.” She met his light blue gaze. “If you have a problem with anything, you call a halt.”
“I will. I’m all right … really … just a little anxious.” She rubbed a hand up and down his firmly muscled arm. “But I do need you … only you.”
His smile promised pleasure. “Then let’s see if I can make you scream.”
Ace scooped her into his arms.
She squealed and then laughed. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”
“Don’t disrespect your man’s strength, woman.” He gently set her on her feet in front of one of the body jets and under one of the rain shower heads. With a wide grin on his face, he flexed his muscles for her.
Giggling, she placed a hand on one of his biceps and squeezed. “Nice guns. Glad to see my man is up for the job of lugging me around.”
He leaned over and lightly bit her lower lip. “Let’s see what else I can get up to. Turn around and lean back against me.”
DJ turned and allowed Ace to pull her against his wet and warm body. His cock twitched against her upper buttocks. She laughed.
“What’s funny?” Ace nipped her ear lobe.
“Your cock tickled me.”
“My cock, like his master, adores you and wants to be as close as he can get to you,” he growled. He placed an arm around her torso right under her breasts and the other, lower down around her hips. “Now, I’m gonna play with your breasts and your pussy. All you have to do is let me take your weight and feel. If I hurt you or—”
DJ took the hand near her breast and placed it over her nipple and then took his other hand and pressed it to her aching pussy. “I’ll tell you if I get scared … but I won’t. The only man in this shower is you. I want you to take this neediness away and give me my first orgasm.”
“Thank you for your trust.” He nibbled along her shoulder and an almost electrical sensation swept across her skin and raced to her clit at the speed of light.
Who knew her whole shoulder was an erogenous zone? But then everywhere Ace touched her seemed to light a fire in her belly and set her skin ablaze. Her body had been ready for this next stage since their time in the cave. It had simply taken her head awhile to get in the game.
After the shoulder nibbling, Ace started teasing her. A sweep of a thumb over her nipple. A tracing of a finger around and around her labia, always avoiding her clit which seemed to swell and throb more with each pass. Every touch made her tremble. After a minute or so, she felt the urge to move to meet his touches.
When he withdrew his fingers from her highly sensitized areas, she moaned, “Ace…”
“Did I hurt you?” His breath warmed her ear and made her shiver delicately.
“No…” He was taking it slow, gradually teasing a response from her as promised, but she wanted—“More. Ace, I need more.”
“Like this?” He licked the side of her neck as he took a tightly budded nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched it.
The sensation rocketed straight to her core. He pressed a finger on the clitoral hood and wiggled it. She arched as a shot of molten pleasure had her squeezing her inner muscles. She sensed an orgasm was close, but still tantalizingly out of reach. “Oh my gawd. Do that again.”
He did.
This time, the sensation was even stronger. Her insides clutched at … nothing. She needed something, anything, solid to help her over the edge. But she wasn’t ready to accept his penis … yet.
Still, she ached and wanted—“More I need more.” She panted the words and then turned her face to his, seeking his kiss, his tongue. At least her mouth wouldn’t be empty.
Ace growled, “Oh fuck yeah.” He took her mouth in a ravenous kiss as he increased the stimulation on her nipple, alternating between fondling and pinching. He plucked at her clit which seemed to have increased its size threefold.
DJ sucked on his tongue and moaned. She was drowning in the pleasure of Ace’s taste, his scent, his touch. The sensory overload pushed her to an even higher peak, but still her body strove for a release that was always slightly out of reach.
She broke away from their kiss and groaned. “I can’t … need …”
“I know what you need.” He pulled his fingers away from her clit.
She cried out “no” and reached for his hand, meaning to pull it back to where the promise of pleasure lay.
He hugged her. “Shh … trust me.”
DJ watched through a pleasure-induced haze as Ace adjusted the body jet and then turned her body, her clit, to meet the pulsing stream. When he added his fingers back to the mix, she went to her toes and braced her head back against his shoulder. “Ahhh, so good. Please … please…”
“Let go, sugar,” he whispered against her cheek. “I’ve got you.”
He spread her pussy lips and exposed her clit directly to the pulsating rhythm of the water and added extra pressure to the side of her swollen bud with a finger. She inhaled and, for several seconds, hung on a precipice, then fell. “Ace! F-f-fuck. Oh gawd, oh gawd … so good. Ahh. Fuck. Ace…”
As the pleasure swept over her like a training thunderstorm, she lost the ability to do anything but moan and feel. Her body shuddered out-of-control, and Ace anchored her in his strong arms. Her knees turned to jelly, and Ace didn’t let her fall. As the torrent of pleasure began to wane, Ace fed the tempest anew with his fingers on her pussy, with biting, nibbling kisses along her shoulder and then up her arched neck.
When the water and touch on her pussy had become too much, Ace sensed it and turned her away from the jet to face him. Pulling her close, he urged her head onto his shoulder and petted her back, helping her come down.
“That was…” No words could really describe what it had been like, how it made her feel, or even what it meant to her, so she settled for. “…amazing.”
“Good.” He rubbed his cheek over hers. “This might sound abrupt—but I want you to move in with me. I promise not to push you any faster on the sexual front, but I want to be with you as much as possible. I want to sleep next to you every night and wake up to you every morning. I want to give you amazing every damn day until you’re ready for more.”
“Move in?” DJ managed to squeak out.
Just the thought of being with Ace everyday as they’d been last night and this morning made her deliriously happy. The weeks since she’d met him had been some of the happiest of her life. To take that joy to the next level, to live together as a couple—something she’d never even thought a possibility before—well, she really wanted it, but—“What about my momma … and the others? What will they think?”
“Nothing. We’re adults.” He hugged her tighter. “Besides, you already know my sister and the others won’t be shocked—and Nancy likes me.”
“Yeah, she does.” DJ snickered. “If I move in with you, she’ll start planning a wedding and knitting baby blankets.”
“Fine with me.” Ace began to wash her body as if he’d done it every day..
She let him care for her, drying her off and running a comb through her hair, and thought about his easy acquiescence to the idea of marriage and babies. Oddly enough, she wasn’t freaked out, but she also wasn’t ready to commit to either—just yet.
The cautious, cynical side of her nature, forged in the crucible of the night she was raped and tens years of flying into war zones, raised its ugly head and reminded her things could change for the worst in an instant. Living together for a while was a smart idea.
“You’ve been really quiet. If you aren’t ready to move…”
She cut off his words with a kiss. “I’m moving in.”
Ace’s smile was brilliant as he returned the kiss. “Good. Let’s finish getting dressed and then go grab some breakfast at the Lodge.” He nibbled a trail along her jaw and to her ear lobe. “I don’t know about you, but I seemed to have worked up an appetite.”
Chapter 14
Morning, February 16th, the Lodge
DJ felt a tad bit self-conscious walking into the Lodge kitchen with Ace. But no one said a thing, not even her mother. Though there was a gleam in her eyes that portended a future conversation.
“Sugar, you sit here.” Ace pulled out a chair at the large round nook table and seated her. “I’ll bring you some food. What do you want?” He rubbed a hand over her shoulder and then massaged the back of her neck with his thumb as he waited for her answer.
Sensual awareness prickled over her skin still sensitized from the orgasm he’d given her with the same hand a mere hour ago. No man had ever paid such solicitous attention to her. She’d definitely been around all the wrong sorts of men to this point in her life. The way Ace treated her made her feel feminine and truly desired, even as he still respected her intelligence and strengths. He was proving to be a keeper with every second that passed.
But am I woman enough to seal the deal?
Only time would tell. Ace was being gentle with her now, but what if she couldn’t ever—
“DJ,” Ace whispered. “Why did you just tense up?”
She shifted in her chair to face him. Ignoring the sudden silence in the room, and she was sure the intent looks of the occupants, she grabbed his hand, pulled him closer, and then whispered, “Please be patient with me … I’m a fricking hot mess because of—”
