Part 24 (2/2)

”I don't mind if other women flirt-”

She started to pull away but he kept her close.

”-as long as they understand the limits.” He traced her ear with the tip of his tongue and felt her s.h.i.+ver. ”Seeing you there with me will make others understand.”

Her hands fisted in his s.h.i.+rt as she leaned into him. ”Understand what?”

”That we're together.” He kissed behind her ear, down to her nape. ”The guys will be there, too. But they already know how it is.”

”Other fighters?”

”Mmm,” he answered while opening his mouth against her skin. ”About that touching...”

Her breath caught. ”Yes?”

He took her hand and carried it down to his erection. He was already engorged, throbbing. But giving himself time hadn't helped with his control.

No, it had only made him more urgent.

”You can go first.”

Now she inhaled sharply. Her hand was small, her touch tentative as she traced along his length.

Dying just a little, Cannon encouraged her with murmured words of pleasure. She wrapped her fingers around him as much as she could through the material of his cargo shorts-then squeezed.

”d.a.m.n.” He held himself still a moment until he gained control, then took her hand away. ”Hang on a sec, honey.”

She watched with smoky intensity while he pulled off his s.h.i.+rt and tossed it aside. ”Let's try this again, above the waist this time.”

Without hesitation she put both hands on him, stroking over his pecs to his shoulders, then back down again to silently examine each ab muscle. When she bent toward him, he froze, his heart hammering hard.

The first touch of her mouth tested his resolve. She brushed her lips gently over each fading bruise, rubbed her cheek against his chest hair, inhaled deeply, drinking in his scent.

Knotting a hand in her hair, Cannon said, ”You should know, babe, everything you do to me, I get to repay in kind.”

Her heated gaze lifted to his. While they stared at each other she brought both hands over his nipples, lightly dragged her nails over him, then bent again to flick with her tongue.

Jesus. He let her play a minute more, then abruptly said, ”My turn.” It wasn't easy to remember his plan with his heart trying to punch through his ribs, but he got it together.

”I like touching you.”

”Yeah?” He went back to kissing her neck, down to the upper swells of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”You told me to tell you what I like. I like that.”

”What about this?” Carefully, he closed his teeth over her T-s.h.i.+rtcovered nipple, then pressed with his tongue, leaving the thin fabric damp.

Her hands clenched in his hair, and when he moved to the other breast, she led him to her, arched into him. Right before he kissed that nipple, he asked, ”You like this, Yvette?”

”Yes.”

”This?” he asked, sucking gently through the material, ”Or this?” He plucked with his lips.

And then with his teeth.

Squirming, she gasped, ”Yes.”

He kept it up, using his mouth to tease one nipple, his fingers to roll the other until she whispered raggedly, ”Cannon...”

”Tell me.”

Instead she leaned away and nearly leveled him when she pulled off her s.h.i.+rt.

G.o.d almighty, she was so hot he didn't know how much more he could take.

Her soft, pink nipples were pulled tight, her pale b.r.e.a.s.t.s full and flushed. She breathed quickly, watching him, anxious.

Savoring the moment, Cannon put a hand to her narrow waist. Her skin was so silky, and incredibly warm. Those sinful shorts rode low on her hips. They barely covered more than panties would.

He stroked two fingers over her hip bone to her navel, getting hotter still when she wiggled. ”Ticklish?”

”Yes.”

He couldn't wait to see how she reacted when he stroked those same two fingers deep inside her.

”Come here.” Sitting back, he lifted her over him so that she straddled his lap, facing him. Without their shorts, he could enter her like this. That thought tested his resolve, especially now that her open thighs rested directly over the ridge of his erection.

She moved against him, rolling her hips until he clasped them to keep her still.

Given the difficulty she'd admitted to, he'd expected her to be more reserved.

Instead she seemed starved for release, and that, too, fired his blood.

Covering both b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his hands, he kissed her again, long and deep, light and easy, using his tongue, his teeth, until they were both panting. At every second, he was aware of her, her reactions, gauging what she liked, what she loved, what turned her on the most.

”Cannon,” she groaned. ”My s.h.i.+rt is off now.”

A hint? ”Believe me, baby, I know.” He played with her nipples the same way he teased her mouth, first lightly brus.h.i.+ng, then insistently tugging.

Would she tell him what she wanted?

Hopeful, he took her mouth again in a deep eating kiss, all the while his hands moved over her, up and down the toned length of her narrow back, down to the gentle swell of her hips, from the top of her silken thighs to her knees and back up again.

Hooking one arm around her waist, the other under her hips, he arched her forward and trailed wet, hot kisses down her throat to the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

With his tongue, he taunted her, getting close to her nipple, but never quite touching no matter how she s.h.i.+fted, trying to direct him.

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