Free Hell's Geek by Eve Langlais Page A

shape and learn every nuance of her body.
    As her lips slid across his with sensual exploration, his hands emerged from under the blankets to stroke the bared skin of her back.
    Unlike other girls he’d slept with, Valaska didn’t have smooth flesh. Instead, his fingers stroked over hard ridges, scar tissue from battle. He felt the toned muscle of a warrior who kept herself fit. He caressed the body of a woman, a woman not afraid to experience life to its fullest.
    And now she wanted to experience him.
    A chest-thumping moment for a guy like him.
    A fearful rabbit-foot-thumping moment as well.
    There were probably many reasons he should stop what they did. So many cons, starting with the fact that they worked together.
    Big no-no. The Association for Ferryman employee handbook had a whole chapter devoted to rule number six, which was don’t fraternize, cannibalize, patricide, or theorize while on the job.
    But breaking the rules at work means earning points with the big guy.
    Quick, think of another negative .
    How about their general incompatibility with one another? She liked to kill things for fun. He did, too, but on his video game console. He wore boxers; she wore thongs. A choice he could totally live with.
    Although, right now, she’s not wearing anything, according to his roaming hands. He cupped her full, bare bottom and groaned.
    What negatives was he thinking of? There were no cons in the here and now. He couldn’t see any problem with what was happening within the dimly lit cabin, in a feather-filled bed. The only negative left was the fact that a stupid quilted comforter separated their naked bodies.
    A minor detail. For the moment, he contented himself with the taste of her lips and embracing her tongue when it insinuated itself between his lips.
    She groaned, the sound so surprising he paused in their kiss.
    “Why are you stopping?” She raised her head, her lips full and swollen, her eyelids heavy with lust. Lust for him.
    “You really do want me.” He said it with a note of wonderment.
    A smile curved her mouth. Extending her arms, she arched herself over him, and he would have wondered why except the turgid peak of her nipple stabbed at him.
    He didn’t need her growled, “Suck it,” to know what was expected. He latched onto that bud with the hunger of a man deprived.
    With his lips, he tugged the tight bud, sucking and pulling it into his mouth. He felt the quiver that went through her body. A long shudder that he caused.
    As he continued to tease the tip of her breast, he slid his hand down the side of her ribcage, past the indent of her waist, then far enough to stroke the shaven skin of her mound.
    Again, she shivered, and she hissed, “Yes. Touch me.” Her hips lifted enough for him to slide his hand between her thighs.
    The wetness of her sex immediately honeyed his fingers. His turn to moan, the rumble vibrating against the breast he held in his mouth. He found himself somewhat distracted as he let his digits circle her warm, swollen flesh.
    He slid one finger in. Hot. Wet. Pulsing decadence.
    Another finger, not enough to really stretch her much yet. And she would need to stretch to take his cock. In went a third finger, tightening the fit, the muscles of her channel clenching him tight.
    That was enough fingers for now. He pumped them within her heated core, feeling the quiver as her excitement built.
    “Yes. Yes.” Her hips gyrated in time to his thrusts, pulling his fingers as deep as they could go. Should he add a fourth one?
    Fuck asking. He thrust it in. A sharp cry left her, as he now had to push his thicker offering into her sex.
    Faster he pumped. Faster she bounced.
    Her breathing quickened, and he couldn’t help but peek at her, arched above him, hand gripping the headboard, her breasts swaying in time to their motions, her eyes closed, her lips parted.
    She was an utter goddess.
    He growled. “Look at me.” She moaned. “Look at me. I want to see you when you