By Honor Bound (18 page)

Punctuated by increasingly fiery lunges, he demanded more. “God, that’s it. Fuck me. Come on, fuck me.”

His harsh erotic demands turned her on so much her blood seemed to boil, her breathing heavy as he hammered deep. She complied, writhing under him, possessed by sheer mental and physical ecstasy she’d never encountered with such searing intensity.

Sweat tickled her forehead, their bodies musky with exertion, and their breaths hot. Her body couldn’t say it, but her mind could.

Yesyesyesyes.

Jemma’s orgasm burst inside her without warning.

She screamed against his mouth. As her walls tightened and released against his cock, he burrowed into her again and again. A wave of heat blasted into her womb, then extended outward like an atomic reaction. She shivered and moaned as it spread down her legs into her toes, fanning out and up into her chest and into her arms and head.

He growled low in his throat and kicked up the pace. He buried his face in her shoulder. Thrusting strongly, he took her toward a new revelation, a second ecstasy not far behind.

Orgasm ripped her yet again, pushing a shriek from her throat.

With a snarl he burst. As his hips continued to move, he moaned harshly again and again and again. With a last shudder of fulfillment, he sank upon her and lay still.

And the truth moved over her in a huge wave, reality stunning, beautiful and frightening.

She loved him.

Chapter Four

Blayne awakened sometime later, a languorous contentment flowing into his mind and body. He lay face down in bed. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, and as he cracked one eye he realized the room had gone almost dark.

Shit
. Maybe for the first time in his life he’d passed out after having sex.

He smiled. Man, he’d never experienced sex so mind-blowing. Recalling how wet, tight, and hot her body clasped his cock made him harden into a spike. Something wild roared inside him, ready to take her now, hard, fast and without foreplay. While he’d never considered himself a sex machine, he had enough desire pouring into him this minute to grow at least a couple more raging hard-ons before the night finished.

He rolled onto his back. His groin ached with the memory of his first plunge into her body. He went into the bathroom and removed the condom, then returned to the bed.

Whether she realized it or not, Jemma qualified as one incredible, sexy woman. He’d sensed her vulnerability, an unwillingness to believe she could share a sexual experience beyond the norm.

He thought, even when he’d started to thrust into her hard and fast and she’d begged for it, that she might be a little inhibited.
Hell, no
. He’d fucked her through her orgasms, pumping into her as she’d moaned and quivered.

Jemma.

He realized she lay curled up with her back to him, and he inched nearer to her. As his index finger brushed over her spine, she shivered. Tangling his fingers in that flame-glorious red hair felt terrific. He loved plunging his fingers into it. The hide and seek of her hair covering her breasts, then revealing them drove him into a serious state of lust.

If he was lucky, she’d want to fuck him senseless again. He reached over for another condom. As he sheathed his aching cock, he knew this time would be slower. She deserved care and consideration, and part of him still worried he’d hurt her, despite her breathless cries of climax.

He brushed his palm along her back to her hips, then snuggled up behind her. She pressed back against him with a soft sigh. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure she was awake after all. He smiled. She would be in a minute if he had anything to say about it.

Nudging his cock into the crease of her buttocks, Blayne drew her back until he could slip his right arm under her body and pull her against him.

He wondered if she’d enjoy getting fucked in the ass. The very idea made his cock harden yet again. Not that he would suggest it to her right away. They needed time to explore. Then again, if she gave signs she wanted it tonight, he wouldn’t have any trouble accommodating her needs. Whatever she wanted, he’d be damn sure to comply. He wanted her screaming out his name, begging for another orgasm. So whatever it took to get her off, he would give it to her.

As she snuggled against his groin, he sucked in a breath. He palmed her breast, cupping and stroking, reaching up to trap her nipple between his fingers. She moaned again and arched, her breast pushing tighter into his hand. Fingering the already hard nipple, he plucked her, loving the sensation of the bud elongating under his touch. He rubbed his cock against her ass, making sure she could feel how much he needed her. After tracing the soft skin around her belly button with his index finger and feeling her shiver against him, he lifted her leg up over his thigh so he could reach the soft curls covering her cunt. Seconds later his fingers dipped between her thighs to find her wet and hot.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered against her ear.

With a delicate quiver she moaned. “Blayne.”

He plied her flesh, his middle finger drawing a circular pattern around the lips of her wet sex. He rubbed all around her swollen clit. When she squirmed against him, her tiny moans telling him how much she loved it, he eased three fingers deep into her.

Curling his fingers upward, he found her G-spot and started to massage. Her cream moistened his fingers. He fondled her hard nipple, brushing across, over and around the delicate area until she twitched against him, her muscles reacting to arousal. The more he massaged her, the more liquid hot cream spilled over his fingers. Blayne felt her walls shivering as her need to climax quickened. He loved driving her into madness, making her want him as much as he wanted her. When she started to beg, he thought he’d lose his mind.

“Please, Blayne.”

“What, honey?”

“I’m dying here.”

Her plea spurred him onward and he increased the pressure against the sweet spot inside her. Fluttering his tongue against her earlobe, he whispered, “So soft and wet and tight.”

Her breathing increased, her desperate moans rising higher as she suddenly gasped and a high-pitched squeal of delight left her throat. Her wetness tightened around his fingers as he stroked inside her. He drew his fingers out as she relaxed in his arms. He opened her legs wider, then pushed his cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. She gasped and moaned, pushing back against him.

Heaven hit him between the eyes as he moved slow and deep and pressed in as far as he could go. He rested there, gritting his teeth as her channel shivered around him. Blayne’s eyes closed on a ragged moan as he drew back, then plunged again, slow and steady pumping. For long minutes he continued the pace, drawing out her excitement as he pushed and pulled back, keeping each thrust deep so that he touched high inside her. He reached down and plucked at her clit while his cock tunneled inside her, using his other hand to torment her breast with steady tweaks and flicks.

“Blayne.” She whimpered and writhed against him. “Please.”

Her pleas spurred him on, but he refused to move faster. Soon she moaned nonstop, her begging and sobbing for breath mixing with his urging. The pace remained steady and it seemed forever that he moved back and forth inside her heat.

With a quaking gasp she came again, her long drawn-out climax slipping from her with a low moan of overwhelming ecstasy. Her cunt gripped him in steady, muscle-melting throbs.

Her satisfaction pushed him over the edge. With a burst he came, pushing up high so she could feel every pulse of his cock. He grunted as climax took him into the deepest pleasure he’d ever known.

* * * * *

Jemma awoke to almost total darkness. She blinked and looked at the bedside digital clock and it read six o’clock in the evening. Amazed and a little dazed at everything that happened between her and Blayne that day, she decided she needed distance to think.

More than anything she needed to decide if she could survive having her heart broken. Now that she’d foolishly fallen in love with him, he wouldn’t reciprocate her emotions. No way would this Special Forces soldier allow her a permanent part of his heart. Instead he would smile sadly and tell her gently he’d enjoyed their time together, but she had to know how it was, right?

She did understand that his life spelled travel, adventure, and danger. But if he could love her back, could she endure knowing he might die on the next mission? Tears surged into her eyes, and she took a deep breath to suppress a sob. If she wanted to cry she needed to leave the room.

His heavy arm was plastered over her waist, her body nestled to his in a spoon. She savored, for a full minute, the heat and hardness of his big, muscled frame. Shifting her legs against his, she enjoyed his hair-roughened thighs brushing against her. The room held the musky scent of sex, and she inhaled it as evidence of their lovemaking. This intimate moment might be all she possessed soon. When he left and went into battle, she could enjoy this memory.

For while she’d indulged in mind-altering sex, she believed the way he’d caressed her and the tender way he’d spoken was more than a man fucking mindlessly. No, she didn’t think Blayne could have sex with a woman and not have it mean something to both of them. She sensed he must have at least some affection for the woman he went to bed with.

Well, if she wanted to leave the bed she’d have to take the risk of waking him. With a little tug she pulled out from under his arm. To her surprise he didn’t make a sound.

She groped around trying to find her clothes, and after gathering at least her sweater, panties, and pants, she slipped out of the room.

With a soft smile of semi-contentment, her mind blurry with sleep and sex, she negotiated the dark hall. The open curtains in the living room allowed the area to be lit with a soft glow from a streetlamp outside.

She dressed quickly. Her nipples, sensitive from Blayne’s relentless suckling and caresses, tingled against her sweater. Now that she’d experienced his wonderful lovemaking, she didn’t know if any man from this point forward would ever live up to the tough and tender soldier.

She drifted to the window and looked outside. Under the glow from the streetlamp she could see the wind blew the snow horizontally. She placed her hands on the cold windowsill and allowed her thoughts to drift.

Yes. Intrusive thoughts, this time negative and annoying, shoved aside pleasant reverie.

Blayne was a soldier, all right. A man her father and brothers wouldn’t approve of for her lover and certainly not for a husband. She sighed.
What difference did it make?
As an adult she made decisions about her relationships, not her family.
That’s the way it should be.

Long-held inhibitions took time to erode and so did fear. She needed to find a way around her doubts if she had any hope of a relationship—a friendship at the least—with the man in the next room.

Warm hands slid around her waist and she gasped in surprise as a big body pressed against her from behind. Warm lips touched the side of her neck.

“Blayne,” she gasped and laughed. “God, you scared me.”

“Sorry.”

“How did you sneak up on me like that? I’ve got great hearing.”

“Training, Sweets. Just training. Remember what I do for a living.”

Thanks for reminding me. This man could surprise the enemy and inflict damage or death.
She shivered at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She lied. “It looks cold out.”

“Mmm. But we’re warm in here.” His voice held the rumbling, warm tone of a man satisfied by sex and food, and not necessarily in that order. His hands slid from her waist to under her sweater. “I woke up and you were gone. Are you okay?”

His big hands cupping her rib cage felt so strong and exciting. She leaned back against him. Warm and caressing, his fingers trailed up until he cupped just under her breasts.

“Jemma?”

“Oh, yes. Yes. I’m fine.”

His lips touched her ear, his tongue licking at her lobe. “Damn, but you’re fine all right. You’re beautiful. You also have the cutest ass I’ve ever seen and being inside you comes damn close to heaven.”

She laughed softly in pleasure. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Yeah?” Husky, his tone told her he wanted her again. “How far?”

Without hesitation his touch changed, becoming less tentative. She moaned and pushed back against him. Blayne reached down with one hand and undid her jeans. He slid them off her hips and they fell to the floor. Her panties followed. She took a moment to kick them aside, excitement making her bold. As he cupped her breasts, she quivered in raw enjoyment.

With long, steady strokes he plumped one breast, then palmed his way over her stomach to her mons. He feathered her curls, teasing with the tips of his fingers. She squirmed at his feather touch, the tickle making her gasp.

Back and forth he tortured, his palms at first cupping her breasts, then his fingers working her nipples.

He brushed her hair aside and his lips touched her ear. His warm breath tickled her earlobe. “Do you want me?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“How much?”

“Now. I want you now.”

He licked her ear. “Mmmm.”

Encouraging her to open her legs, he slipped his fingers between her wet folds and probed. As two fingers found their way into her center, pushing deep, she groaned in unadulterated joy. Love swamped her whether she wanted it or not, lust following with a surge so hot and unrefined she couldn’t think about consequences or tomorrow.

He withdrew his fingers and she moaned a protest. “Don’t stop.”

With gentle hands he turned her around. She could see his sultry grin in the semi-darkness. “Spread your legs.”

She did as requested and he got down on his knees.

Oh, man. Oh, he was going to—

His mouth found her clit.

“Oh, Blayne.Oh my God, Blayne.”

Lightning quick sensation darted into her as he initiated a seduction beyond anything she’d encountered before. Oral sex had always been somewhat blasé for her, but as soon as Blayne touched her that all changed.