Page 82 of Keeping a Warrior

Her breasts were now at his eye level, and he licked his lips. “Mmm. So beautiful.”

“Rhys...” The begging tone to her voice made him smile, but he wouldn’t be hurried, brushing his nose along the inner curves.

Devon threaded her fingers through his hair demandingly, and with a low chuckle, he finally pressed a kiss to her left nipple, just a graze of his open mouth, the moist heat tightening the sensitive bud to a sharp point.

“Rhys, please.”

Chuckling low in his throat, Rhys traced his tongue around it once, twice, at last drawing it inside to suck firmly. The rhythmic tugging sent corresponding jolts of electricity straight to her clit, and she tightened her legs to grind the ache against his taut belly.

When he released her nipple with a soft bite, Devon tilted his chin up with her fingers to kiss him desperately. His lips were swollen, and wet, his tongue a silky heat that was driving her out of her mind.

She clutched him as he broke the kiss and turned his attention to her other nipple, his teeth on it a sweet torture that soon had her writhing in his arms. Unwrapping her legs from his waist, she slid down his body and sank to her knees in front of him.

His pants were already sagging, so Devon unbuttoned them the rest of the way and reached inside to ease his erection free of its fabric prison.

“Oh, my.” Jutting up from his gaping fly, his cock was thick and veiny, with a slick purple head that just begged for her mouth. Unable to resist stealing a taste, she licked the tip, the saltiness of him exploding on her tongue.

“Devon,” he choked out. “Jesus.”

She licked him again. “I need for you to get the condoms, get naked and get on that bed.”

Rhys turned and stumbled toward some shelves full of supplies. Her own legs jelly, Devon managed to get her boots and pants off, and she yanked the covers off the bed and stretched out across the lumpy mattress.

Boxes crashed to the floor as Rhys searched desperately through them, until at last he brandished a strip of condoms with a crow of triumph. He hurried toward her, only to stop short a few feet away, biting his lip in hesitation. She finally held her hand out, and when he took it, she drew him close.

“Do we need to slow down?” She kept her tone even, although her heart was tripping a mile a minute.

Running the backs of his fingers down her cheek, Rhys said quietly, “It’s just hard for me to believe this is really happening. And I want so very much to please you.”

Sudden tears stinging her eyes, Devon pressed a kiss to his palm. “Come here.”

He shucked his pants, and Devon opened her arms, gathering him in.

“Just kiss me,” she whispered. “Touch me.”

The kisses were long, and slow, Rhys’s hands gentle as he learned the shape of her body. Devon purred, lifting one knee to glide it along his hip. “If you go a little lower, I think you’ll discover that I’m already very pleased,” she murmured against his lips.

His fingertips skimmed the top of her mound, paused, then slid between her folds. He caught his breath.

“You’re so wet,” he rasped. “For me?”

“For you.” Devon let her knee fall to the side encouragingly and lifted her hips. “Touch my clit. Ahhh.” Her back arched as he drifted his fingers across it. “Now circle it. A little harder, baby, that’s it.”

He kissed her. “I want you to come like this.” Before she could say anything, he bent his head to suckle her nipple, his middle finger dipping into her slickness before sliding back up to rub her clit.

The dueling sensations brought every nerve ending Devon had roaring to life, and she cried out, spreading her legs wide, one hand on the back of Rhys’s head, the other reaching up to twist into the pillow.

“Rhys,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” He closed his eyes, as if he was savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body’s response. Devon stroked his hair. He was so focused on her, so attuned to what she needed, that as her pleasure built, so did the tenderness. The devastating combination was almost more than she could bear, wrenching another hoarse cry from her throat.

“Yeah, give it up for me, darlin’,” he crooned, his tongue circling her nipple once, twice, before he lightly raked it with his teeth. “Let me feel you fly apart.”

A flick of her clit with his fingernail, and Devon was lost. The orgasm roared through her, buffeting her with wave after wave of pleasure. When it subsided, she went limp, gasping, her heart racing like she’d just run a marathon.

Rhys’s chest and shoulders were flushed, his forehead glistening with the effort of holding back. Yet his eyes were shining with pure satisfaction. “Good?”

She drew him down for a kiss. “So good.”