Free High Octane Heroes by Delilah Devlin (ed) Page B

breast. He captured her nipple, sinking his teeth in, sucking in a strong hold on the defenseless treat.
    Her back arched off the mattress in her surrender to his campaign of lusty torture as he moved down the smooth contours of her rib cage, across the field of taut abs to his ultimate target.
    Max slipped his fingers between her folds and flicked the bundle of nerves—a move that never ceased to set her off.
    Kate buried her heels in the mattress, her hips rising. “Please, Captain, I surrender. Take me.”
    He chuckled. “Not yet. You really should put up a little of a defense.”
    “How can I when you do—”
    He tongued her clit.
    “That!” she cried, her fingers clutching at his ears, pulling him closer. “Oh, please.”
    He pressed a finger into her channel and swirled it around. “Please what?”
    “Do it again, damn it.”
    “Tsk, tsk. Such language from a diplomat’s daughter.”
    “Just fuck me, soldier. Now.” She tugged his ears.

    “Careful. I might need those.” He resisted, not done with her clit, tonguing her until she moaned.
    Her hands fell to her sides, clutching the sheets, and her body stiffened. “I think I will die.”
    “No way. I’ve captured you; you’re now my prisoner.”
    “I wouldn’t have it any other way, unless it was with you inside me now,” she said in a rush of words, her breathing erratic, her face flushed.
    Max climbed up her body and pressed his cock to her entrance. “I love you, Kate.”
    “If you love me, take me.” She grabbed his ass and slammed him home. “Oh god, yes.”
    Not exactly the response to his declaration he’d hoped for. He’d wanted her to say she loved him too. But too overwhelmed at that point by all the sensations ripping through his body, he let her comment slide into the deep haze of pleasure she always brought him.
    Max thrust again and again.
    Kate raised herself, matching him stroke for stroke, her fingernails digging into his buttocks.
    All his nerve endings, all the blood flowing through his system seemed to center on the one place, that one moment when he shot over the top. One last thrust and he held steady, buried deep inside her. His breath caught and held. At the last moment, he jerked free, his come shooting out over her belly. When he finally dropped down beside her and pulled her into his arms, she snuggled close, her head on his arm, her fingers threading through the hairs on his chest.
    Kate sighed, her eyes drifting closed. “You’re amazing, soldier.”
    “Only because you make me that way.”
    “Uh-huh.” She lay with her eyes closed, her fingers swirling softly against him.

    He drew in a breath, ready to pitch his plea. “Kate?”
    She didn’t respond.
    He leaned back and stared down at her. Her breathing had leveled, her breasts rising and falling in the slow, easy rhythm of one fast asleep.
    Damn. Now he’d have to wait until morning. He pulled the sheet up over them and held her for a long time before he drifted off to sleep. In the back of his mind, he worried that she hadn’t responded to his declaration of love with one of her own. Ah well, there was always tomorrow.
     
    “Kate?” Max shook her awake early the next morning. “I have to get to work.”
    Her blue eyes blinked open. “So soon?” Her silky dark hair fanned out against the cream-colored pillowcase, the sheet slipping down below her breasts. “I can’t convince you to stay a little longer?” Her hand slipped beneath the covers and swept across his morning hard-on. “Hate to waste…a moment with you.”
    “Your maid will be here any minute.”
    “That’s all it will take.” She rose to a sitting position, planted her hands on his chest and pushed him back against the mattress.
    He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I had something I wanted to say last night.”
    “So, why didn’t you?” She kissed his neck, her body shifting across his, her mouth trailing down to one of his taut brown nipples. “Can it wait