Nauti Intentions (20 page)

meeting his, dueling with it as she lifted against him.

“Christ, you make a man crazy.â€

He gripped her hips, lifting her against him as he moved to the bed again, propping himself back, arranging her legs to straddle his hard, muscular

thighs.

Janey stared back at him in surprise. “What are you doing?â€

“Take me.†He smiled back at her, the curve of his lips tight, his gaze so dark, stormy. As though some hard, dark core was being restrained,

pul ed back.

She could sense it, but she didn’t feel it. His hands were gentle, firm, and as he pul ed her hips lower, she felt the broad head of his cock pushing

against the entrance to her pussy.

“I want inside you so bad I’m about to explode just thinking about it.†His hands clenched on her hips, then slid to the curve of her ass.

“Take me, Janey. Go wild on me, baby. Let me see al that fire you’re hiding inside you.â€

Janey shook her head. She knew what he wanted. He wanted al of her. She could feel it. If she gave it al to him, then how would she survive when he

walked away? Alex always walked away, she knew that. No woman had ever held him more than a few weeks. No woman ever would. Especial y not a

traitor’s daughter.

“I’m not taking you, Janey.†His lips moved over her jaw, touched her lips. “If you want it, baby, you have to take it. Slow and easy, or hot

and wild . . . Fuck.â€

She couldn’t stay stil .

Janey pressed down. She moaned as she felt the broad head part her, enter. She lowered her head, pressed her forehead against his shoulder, and

pressed down more.

She was going to pass out. The blood pounded through her head. Pleasure was like a cascade of white-hot sparks, bril iant, electric, racing through her

body.

He stretched her until she swore she couldn’t take more. She fol owed his guiding hands at her hips, rocked against him, felt more slip inside her,

and she was dying for even more.

“Alex.†She moaned his name.

“Janey, baby.†He was tense, his muscles rippling with restrained power beneath her. “Fuck me, sweetheart. Take what you want.â€

She wanted. Oh God, she wanted so bad.

She rol ed her head against his shoulder, her hips flexing, moving jerkily, pushing down, feeling the stretch and burn.

“Help me,†she cried out.

If he would just do it, then she could hold a part of herself back. She was certain of it. Just enough of her heart to survive.

“Give me your wild, Janey,†he urged, his voice tight now, hoarse. “Give it al to me, baby.â€

She shook her head. She couldn’t stop.

A whimper tore from her throat as she moved on him again, lifting and lowering, working him inside her. There was no pain, just that burning, stretching

pleasure.

“Help me!†she cried.

“Fuck me, damn you! Take me, Janey!†The hard command in his voice ripped through her. It tore aside hesitation. It slashed through her brain,

fil ed her with defiance, with chal enge.

Her head jerked up, her eyes opened. And oh God, she should have kept them closed. His face was dark. Forbidding. His touch was light. There was

nothing heavy, nothing forceful. But his face. The sight of al that lust, the heavy, brutal sensuality flickering in his eyes, tore through her.

“Al of you?†She moved against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “You want me to take al of you?â€

“Al the way to my fucking bal s.†His muscles were tight with restraint. His hands fel away from her, lifting to the back of the headboard. His

fingers were pale with the force of the grip he had on the bed. His biceps flexed, rippled.

She wanted to bite him again.

“Al the way to your bal s, Alex?†She braced her hands against his chest, lifted, and slid back down. Slowly. So slowly.

His expression twisted. His head fel back against the bed.

“Fuck. I’m going to come so hard you’l feel it, Janey. You’l feel me pumping into that damned condom.â€

She pushed down farther, staring back at him, shaking, shuddering. It was so good. So fucking good.

“How bad wil it hurt?†She whimpered. “I want al of you now, Alex. Tel me. How bad wil it hurt?â€

He drew in a hard, deep breath. “I took care of it, Janey. With my fingers, baby. No pain. No fucking pain. I can’t hurt you, sweetheart. Not like

this.â€

Her heart was breaking in her chest. She could see the need inside him, desperate, so male, dominant and powerful. And restrained. Holding back, so

he wouldn’t hurt her.

In that moment, she knew he already had al of her, no matter the consequences, and it didn’t matter that she couldn’t have him in public, that

he couldn’t claim her. Because of this.

She lifted, let her head fal back, and let al her weight go into the next downward stroke she made.

She heard herself wail. Felt the agonizing, burning ecstasy that fil ed her as she took him. Al of him. Al the way to his bal s as he shouted her name.

His hands jerked from the bed to her ass. Gripping it, lifting her.

“Janey. Fuck. Baby.â€

“Let me go.†Her nails dug into his wrists.

It had her now. That hunger. That need. She was powerful. She was invincible. She held the most incredible strength she had ever known, deep inside

her, for only a second.

And he was holding her back.

Her head lifted. “Let me go.â€

“Not so hard,†he gritted out. “Fuck. You’re too little to take me like this, Janey.â€

She leaned forward, nipped his lower lip, stared back at him. She’d read things. She knew some things. She let her muscles clench around the

heavy crown stil embedded in her.

“Don’t take my choice,†she whispered. “You said I could take you. I need you, Alex. Al of you. Just like that.â€

Sweat dripped down his face now, dampened his chest.

“Your hands go on the headboard.†She pul ed them free, pressed them back.

She was shaking. From the inside out, trembling, clenching on him.

“You’re spanked,†he panted. “So fucking spanked.â€

Her pussy flooded around him.

“Maybe I want spanked.â€

She lowered herself and it began again. Lightning. A blaze of fire. The stretching ful ness that didn’t stop, wouldn’t ease. It burned with

pleasure. Ached with ecstasy.

She couldn’t stop moving. She rode him hard and fast, feeling the pleasure building inside her. Taking her, overtaking her.

“God yes, fuck me, baby.†He was straining beneath her now, his hips lifting with her, pushing his cock deeper, harder, inside her. “So sweet.

So damned tight. So damned tight you’re kil ing me.â€

She couldn’t breathe. She could feel the sensations slamming through her now. She was dizzy, dazed. Her head lowered to his shoulder and she

lost al control. She bit him and sucked at his skin, slamming her pussy onto the thick, throbbing cock penetrating her, fucking inside her until she screamed.

Her orgasm was alive within her. It raged through her, arching her back. It raced through her, pul ing her muscles tight, clamping her pussy around him as

she felt the hard, heated pulse of him inside her.

She was shuddering, writhing, twisting against him and dying from the pleasure. And he was right. She could feel him coming. Hot spurt after spurt as

though it were fil ing her, heating her, sinking inside her and exploding through her womb.

It was brutal, it was terrifying and exhilarating. She wanted it again. Again and again. She didn’t want to live without him inside her. She didn’t

want to exist without his kiss, without his hunger.

And when his head lowered, his lips covering hers, his tongue pushing hard inside her mouth as he growled her name, she knew she wanted al of him

as wel .

It wasn’t pleasure. It went beyond pleasure, beyond ecstasy. For a moment, just a moment, she felt as though she belonged to him.

ELEVEN

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Alex knew the moment it happened. The second he felt his sperm shooting from the slit of his cock, he felt the latex split. And he felt pure, undiluted

rapture. The fiery heat, the wash of Janey’s release, his cum spil ing inside her, spurting hot and deep into the rich, fist-tight grip she had on him.

He’d never had a condom break. He’d always been on guard for it, until Janey.

He couldn’t pul back, couldn’t jerk out. Al he could do was slam his lips over hers, holding her to him and trying to push deeper inside her. She

took him to the hilt. He could feel the ultra-tight depths of her from the tip of his cock to the base; there was no place left to fil her. But he tried. Tried to get

deeper, to fil her to her womb as his seed shot from his dick.

It was the most exquisite pleasure a man could know. More pleasure than Alex had ever imagined knowing, and he knew, when it came to sex, he had a

damned good imagination. He was sure, sure to the depths of his soul that he had known every lust-fil ed, wicked, sensual sensation to be found.

Until this. The crown of his dick bare, buried inside her, feeling each desperate ripple of her pussy, each pulse of his cum and hers. Feeling her. Inside

and out. And feeling the soul-deep knowledge that there was no chance in hel of walking away from her now.

He held her in his arms now. He couldn’t let go of her. Couldn’t make himself let go of her. He was buried in her, the latex spread away from the

head of his cock, and he swore he felt her heartbeat in her pussy. Rocking, rippling around him. He felt it clear to his soul.

He leaned his head over her. Trying to surround her. His sweet Janey. She loved it when he held her, stroked his hands over her, and she tried so hard

not to. He had seen it in her eyes, felt it in her. That need to hold back, to not be dependent, to not need anything or anyone. And now she was going to be

stuck with him.

At least until he knew whether or not she was carrying his baby.

She was stil shaking in his arms. He couldn’t tel her yet. Her little nails were stil digging into his biceps. For some reason, he thought, his arms

turned her on. She was holding on to him there and she would get that little faraway look in her eyes, kneading the muscle. He knew it sure as hel turned

him on. And when she had bit him . . .

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. Hel , he was hard as a rock again.

A little giggle passed Janey’s lips. Alex opened one eye and stared down at her as she pushed herself up against his chest.

“I felt that.†There was the slightest satisfied curl to her lips.

“I’d be worried if you didn’t,†he told her, then sighed heavily. “Come on. You’re exhausted.â€

He felt her yawn, felt her leaning against him again. Hel , it hadn’t been a good day for her. He’d tel her about the condom tomorrow morning.

That was soon enough.

He slid from the bed as he lifted her from him. She burrowed under the blankets and snagged the pil ow he had been leaning against before curling up

and closing her eyes.

She wasn’t running to the shower or running to clean the scent or feel of their sex from her body.

Alex shook his head, unrol ed the destroyed condom from his erection, and padded into the bathroom. He used the toilet, washed up, and dried before

flipping off the light and moving back to the bedroom.

He turned off the little low light on the night table before reaching for the blankets.

“Turn the light back on,†she mumbled from beneath the blankets. “I don’t like being alone in the dark.â€

He slid into the bed and pul ed her into his arms, her back against his chest. “You’re not alone.â€

She froze, as though she hadn’t expected him to stay. Alex wrapped himself around her. Her head pil owed on his arm, his larger body framing

hers. His erection pressed against the cleft of her rear.

A few seconds later she relaxed against him, though, and burrowed closer. He knew the moment she went to sleep. The wariness left her, slowly. Her

breathing deepened, and Alex was left to stare into the dark, his arms around her, wondering what the hel he was going to do. Because holding her as

she slept felt as natural as breathing.

Hel , he’d fucked up here. He should have gotten her on birth control before he let things go this far. He should have thought to ask her before

tonight if she was on birth control. But he’d known. A part of him had already known she wasn’t protected. And he was damned if he could find a

moment’s regret inside him.

He hadn’t wanted to be tied to any woman, but he was also a man who wel understood fate and destiny. Sometimes shit just happened, but it

happened for a reason.

He brushed her hair back from her forehead, his lips pressing against her hair as he closed his eyes against whatever the hel it was raging inside him.

He’d never imagined he would be a father. A husband. He’d sworn it would never happen. There were too many things in the world that a man

couldn’t control. Acts of God a man didn’t have a chance of avoiding.

He let his hand slide over her hip, his palm flattening on her stomach. She hadn’t even washed. Maybe he should have told her. There were ways of

attempting to stop a pregnancy. He could have had her try it. So why hadn’t he?

Because he knew fate when it kicked his ass. In his entire sexual lifetime, he’d never had a condom break. Not once. But it had with Janey. With

this one tiny, fiery woman-child, al his ideas about his future had been shot to hel .

He didn’t have a choice. He’d have to marry her. He’d take the six months’ active reserve duty and resign from the Special Forces.