Defended & Desired (12 page)

He curved his arm around her waist. “Where do we start?”

“I’ve been dying to shoot some zombies.”

The fiendish gleam in her eyes took him by surprise, and he laughed. He swept his arm in front of her. “Lead the way, slayer.”

Trey fondly recalled weekends as a kid when his cousins came over to play marathon sessions of Mario Brothers with him and Cade on their Nintendo. But he barely remembered the last time he’d played arcade games or even a video game. He’d invested some effort in Star Craft, but lost interest when the sequel took forever to launch. Cade had immersed himself in World of Warcraft for a few years then gave it up because the quests were too intensive and time-consuming. Adam continued his obsession with Call of Duty, and Liam had become a champ at Assassin’s Creed.

The four of them needed to hang out together again, instead of leading parallel lives that only converged at the office. Meeting up with his brother and cousins at the arcade jumped to the top of his to-do list.

Even though he and Devon were way overdressed and glaringly out of place in the jeans-and-t-shirt crowd, he didn’t care and she didn’t seem to either. He was glad she’d suggested this entertaining pit stop.

They approached a promising game with bright red pistols waiting to unleash invisible bullets on zombies.

“Ready to roll?” he asked.

“You know it.” She grinned. “Try and keep up.”

Devon realized the game had been upgraded a version or two since she’d last played it in an arcade. Better graphics made the undead super creepy and gory, and her trigger finger got a workout. She jerked the gun down to reload every few seconds, before taking aim and continuing the slaughter. She led the way around the maze, but Trey held his own.

When the zombies led a sneak attack, they couldn’t keep up with the creatures. Their reincarnations were up, and the clock started counting down to the end of the game. Trey dug in his pocket for the gaming card and swiped it with two seconds to spare.

The game resumed. She explained a strategy to avoid another takedown, and they succeeded against the zombie attack this time. She grinned, laughed, and had a blast.

This is why she wanted to work for ActionNet, a company that created games people loved to play. She adored games requiring strategy, and she wanted to build her own post-apocalyptic zombie world. Video games offered hours of fun and enjoyment, but they also brought people together and united like minds in fascinating ways.

She lived for this kind of mental and visual stimulation and the chance to unleash her competitive streak. She so looked forward to her new career.

The two of them made it to level four before the game threw a stampede of zombies at them, ending their successful reign over the undead.

Depositing the plastic gun in its perch, he slid his arm around her and stole a quick kiss. “Not bad. I’d have you on my team any day.”

She grinned. “When the apocalypse hits, you’ll be the first one I call.”

“I’d better be.” He led her outside and he drove toward the restaurant where he’d made reservations.

AC/DC’s
You Shook Me All Night Long
played on his satellite radio. He turned it up then let his hand drift back to her thigh. His thumb traced the hem of her short dress.

Devon bit her lip. She wished his thumb would caress the ache that had been building between her thighs since the yoga class. She pictured his muscles sweat-soaked and gleaming.

Moisture saturated her black thong panties.

Uncrossing her legs, she shifted in the passenger seat. His wrist stiffened when his palm met her inner thigh.

She stole a quick glance at him. He stared straight ahead, a lock of dark hair curved over his eyebrow. His profile was chiseled perfection. Expressionless, except for the hint of tension gathering at the corner of his eye.

The pad of his thumb traced a faint circle, scattering pleasure over her sensitized skin. His palm grew hot against her thigh. She made no move to close her legs. Instead, she slumped lower in the seat, causing his hand to settle closer to her juncture.

A small muscle flexed in his jaw. Then his thumb made a purposeful sweep beneath the fabric. His long fingers curved around her inner thigh. She parted her legs another fraction, an invitation she prayed he’d take.

And he did.

The tips of his fingers strummed against her inner thigh, and his knuckles grazed her other thigh, a leisurely caress. Like he had all the time in the world.

A flush of anticipation tingled over her skin. She’d never needed a man’s touch so badly.

Taking his free hand off the wheel for a second, he pressed a button on his dash and the top came up on his convertible, sealing them in shadows. Without a word, he reclaimed the wheel and recommitted to his exploration. He massaged her left inner thigh, the edge of his hand drawing closer and closer to where she ached for his touch.

Using the back of his hand he nudged her right leg, parting her legs further. His fingertips inched toward their destination. Then the tip of his middle finger traced the small triangle of lace covering her intimate parts.

The music barely covered her gasp when his hand cupped her mound. Through the lace, he caught her flesh between two fingers, squeezing with just the right pressure to make her throb. Her thighs gave a quiver of approval, but then he removed his hand, making her want to weep with disappointment. She didn’t mind being teased, but knowing what he could do with his mouth and imagining what he could do with his hands and hard erection, wound her tight.

Then he swiftly reached across her lap, unbuckled her seatbelt, and thankfully returned to the spot warm and eager for his touch. Without the confining strap, she had room to spread her legs wider.

His hand disappeared under her dress. This time his talented fingers pulled aside the damp crotch of her panties, leaving her slick skin exposed and eager for his touch. He began with one fingertip, a slow up and down motion against her slit.

Then he spread her folds. Her nails bit into the leather seat as his middle finger slid the entire length of her crease. Lust caught her nerve endings on fire.

“You’re so wet.” His gruff murmur sent a shiver up her spine.

She was glad he’d put the top up on his car. Because she didn’t want him to stop and didn’t want to wait until they were somewhere more private than the streets of downtown.

The man knew how to please a woman’s body—as if the oral sex on his car hood wasn’t the first indication. She sighed, his fingers working magic against her heat, gliding with steady, sure strokes. Like he knew exactly what she wanted, needed.

Her hips hitched when the knot of lust pulled tight in her clit. She ached and strained, riding his touch. “Oh, my God.”

“Is that good? You like that?” he asked, his voice a rasp in his throat.

“Yes…”

Cupping her mound, he pressed his callused palm against her clit. His fingertip traced her opening, then slid deep inside.

“Oh! Mmm…yes.
Yes.
”

He hissed a curse. “I want to pull over and watch you come for me.”

“Too late.” Her thighs trembled. She took a sharp breath. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Slapping her hand over his, she held him against her. Heat spiraled downward. Her flesh puckered, swelled and an orgasm burst through her body.

“Yes!” She drew rapid breaths. “Ahhh…yes…”

Her peak throbbed against his touch. He made slow, gentle strokes, prolonging the intoxicating sensations ebbing and flowing as she jerked and shivered against his palm. His finger flicked inside her, and renewed sexual need gathered deep in her core.

He continued stroking her for several minutes, before he withdrew his finger, then his hand. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked his middle finger. “You have no idea how many naughty things I want to do to you right now.”

“You know,” she said, leaning toward him. She cupped the hard ridge straining his pants. The
large,
hard ridge. “We don’t have to go out. I still have Chinese in my fridge from last night.”

Relief swamped his features. “I love the way you think.”

Immediately, he turned in the direction of her house. She ran her hand up and down his stiff length while he gripped the steering wheel.

Then he seized her wrist and jerked her hand away. “You can’t keep doing that, or I’ll embarrass myself.”

She slid him a wicked grin. “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on.”

Arching an eyebrow, he released her wrist and shifted into fourth gear, tearing through the streets. The muscle in his jaw flexed. “I’m too turned on. You have no idea what you do to me. Or what I plan to do to you.”

Her inner thighs ached with renewed lust.

In record time, Trey pulled the Audi into her driveway. They’d barely made it inside when his lips were on hers, his tongue swirling and searching.

Upstairs, he tore his mouth from hers and asked, “Which door?”

“Second on the right,” she said just before he captured her lips again.

He picked her up and walked into her bedroom, kissing frantically, pulling at her clothes.  She felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. Breaking their kiss, he sent her to the mattress with enough force to make her head bounce. “You are mine. All night,” he growled.

He crawled up her body, dropping heated kisses along the way. He toed off his shoes.

After he toed off his shoes, he kneeled, sat back on his heels and pulled her hips up to meet his. Back arched, her ass rested on the tops of his thighs. Sliding his hands down her legs, then under her dress, he grabbed the thin straps of her thong. He urged her heels into the air as he dragged the thong up over her knees, her calves, her toes, and sent it to the floor.

The backs of her calves rested against his chest. He took the heel of one red shoe in his hand, but paused. Smoky desire swirled in his eyes. “We’re keeping these on.”

Breathless, she nodded. He wrapped her legs around his waist then scrunched the hem of her dress in his fists. She sat up to make undressing her easier. With a rough tug, he whipped her dress up over her head then flung it to the floor beside her thong.

His gaze drank her in with a thorough exploration. Slowing his seduction, his palms whispered over her skin as she lay exposed to him. “Your body is incredible. Like you were made for me.”

She hitched her hips, aching to be claimed by him, wanting to fulfill her secret fantasies with his potent, physical reality. “Then make me yours.”

“Hell, yes.” Eyes locked on her, he swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off.

She reached toward him, undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. She reached into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the smooth tight skin of his erection.

God, he was huge. Just like the rest of him. And just as hot. And hard.

The naked expanse of his chest rose and fell rapidly as she stroked him. His lips parted slightly as he watched her hand move on him. He closed his eyes and groaned.

“Damn,” he said in a strangled voice.

Then his eyes flew open, their fierce possessiveness trapping her in the midnight depths. He shoved his pants and boxers down. Then he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head as he came over her.

Then he plunged into her heat.

She sucked in a gasp. His girth stretched her to the limit. Thick and heavy inside her.
Warm and muscular around her. He felt so good.

Then he froze. “Shit. Condom.”

She crossed her ankles behind his back, holding him in place. “Don’t worry. I’m covered.”

“Good.” He sent a long stroke into her. “Because I don’t think I can stop.”

“Then don’t,” she breathed.

His mouth captured her lips, a searing brand of ownership.

Then his body claimed her with hard, powerful drives.

Secretly, she loved when a man took charge in bed. She wanted control in all other aspects of her life. But behind the bedroom door, she wanted to
be
controlled and dominated. Taken for his pleasure. As he met her needs in return.

And Trey proved
oh so good
at meeting her needs. It tantalized her to be surrounded by his large body, one of his hands imprisoning her wrists, the other gliding behind her back, tucking under her tailbone, holding her captive to his forceful thrusts. His chest grazed her nipples as he rode her toward the summit of bliss they both sought.

As much as she wanted to keep her eyes closed and lose herself in the full-body sensations he delivered, she lifted her lashes. She caught the darkened silhouette of his shoulders as he rocked above her and met his gaze. He stared at her with raw intensity, making her feel as if she were the center of his world. Cherished.
Desired.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured gruffly.

“
Yes.
” Enamored by the sight of him, the sensations of him stroking inside her, she knew no spoken words could adequately describe the potency of his sexual prowess, let alone the emotions he provided.