New Species 02 Slade (19 page)

hundred questions but let it go. For now. His? Her heart

raced a little. She wouldn’t mind belonging to Slade. Not

at all.

His hand eased out of her hair. “Stand up and I’ll

help you wash. Then we’ll get busy. I don’t want to hang

around here. The camp is known to their men and

besides that, I hate their smell. The camp reeks of their

stench.”

Slade helped Trisha to her feet since she wasn’t

steady. Slade wet her shirt and started at her back,

rubbing her skin. Trisha held her hair out of his way.

Slade’s hands were gentle as he washed her down and

then ordered her to turn to face him.

Trisha met his steady gaze. She stood naked in front

of him and she watched as Slade slowly raked his gaze

down her body. His mouth pressed into a firm, grim line.

He looked furious. More tears threatened to spill and she

had to blink them back.

“Why are you angry?”

His gaze met hers. “No one should touch you the

way he did. You have bruises. I’m furious. Anyone who

marks your beauty pisses me off. I’m not upset with you.

I’m just enraged that I wasn’t able to protect you better.”

She understood. Slade washed her arms and

shoulders but his hands hesitated at her breasts. Then he

quickly and efficiently wiped them down. Her body

responded to the water and air as her nipples tightened.

Slade growled and dropped down on his knees in front

of her.

“Don’t look at me that way.” He sighed loudly.

“Please.”

“What way?”

His gaze narrowed when he looked up at her. “You

have no idea how badly I want you, Doc. You’re hurt and

you were nearly sexually assaulted. I tried to tease you

into thinking about anything else earlier when I asked if

I’d be getting lucky later. You have an expressive face. I

appreciate that I can tell what you are thinking most of

the time but right now I’m trying not to think what you

are. Don’t look at me while I touch you. I’m honored that

you trust me enough to want my touch on your body

after your attack. It means a lot that you would face your

fear for me.” He took a deep breath. “We need to get you

dressed and leave here. I want you too but it isn’t the

time.”

Trisha blushed at how transparent her thoughts were

to him. She did want him. His touch would make her

forget what had almost been done to her. She longed to

wrap around his body and get as close as humanly

possible to him.

Slade took a deep breath that drew her full attention.

He washed the front of her, down her thighs to the top of

her feet, and stood. Her gaze met his and she knew at

that moment that she needed to feel alive, had come

close to death, and she wasn’t going to be denied the one

man who made her feel.

Slade attempted to cool his heated body. Touching

Trisha always made him hot, ache to have her, but now

wasn’t the time. She stared at him and suddenly lifted

her hands, placing them on his chest. The air froze inside

his lungs.

“Make me forget. Please? I want you.”

He had to force himself to breathe. His dick instantly

responded, going from semi soft to rock hard in the

space of a few racing heartbeats. The feel of her fingers

sliding downward to his waist made him bite back a

groan. His fists clenched at his sides to prevent him from

lunging at her, hauling her against his body, and taking

what she offered.

She’s traumatized. She’d never forgive me if I take

advantage right now. He tried to be logical. She’d just

survived an ordeal, had nearly been raped, and while he

could understand her need to be distracted, the

repercussions of it could ruin any future he might have

with her if she regretted it later.

“Please, Slade?” Her voice lowered to a husky tone.

“I know what I want and that’s you.”

He unclenched his hands, gripped her waist gently,

and loved the soft feel of her bare skin. Instead of

glancing down at her tempting body, he kept his gaze

locked with hers.

“I want you, always, but I’m not sure right now

would be the smartest thing we could do. You should

calm first.”

A smile curving her lips drew his focus down to her

mouth. He wanted to kiss her so badly he actually

lowered his face but paused inches from her mouth. He

swallowed hard and jerked his gaze back to hers.

“I’m a doctor who has worked emergency rooms for

years. I know all about adrenaline rushes and my life has

been on the line before. I’ve faced off gang members,

crazy idiots with weapons, and once an old lady with a

switchblade who really didn’t want stitches. I want to

live right now and I want to do it with you. I survived

and now I want to celebrate that. I can’t think of anything

better than getting you out of those pants.”

Good enough for me, he thought, knowing he should

question it more but Trisha stood in front of him naked

and offering him something he desperately wanted. His

mouth swooped down and took possession of hers. She

opened up to him, her lips soft, and he growled when

their tongues met. She was addictive as hell and his.

The feel of her tearing at his shirt, pulling it from the

waist of his pants, and going for his zipper dissipated

any hesitation he had. She needed him and he was going

to give her whatever she sought. He’d wipe away her

tears, hold her, or use his body to comfort her. There

could be no wrong between them.

His hands slid down to her hips, one of them delving

between her thighs to seek her clit to massage. Trisha

opened his pants frenziedly, freed his cock, and her hand

wrapped around the rigid length. He had to lock his

knees to remain standing. He wanted to drop to his

knees before her as she stroked him with her soft, tender

hand. His wasn’t so gentle as he furiously located the hot

spot he knew would make her burn for him.

Trisha moaned against his tongue now, her grip on

his cock tightening into a fist, and he cupped her ass

while he noticed how wet his hand became from her

desire, from the way he manipulated the bundle of

nerves. He breathed in the scent of her growing arousal,

another snarl catching in the back of this throat, and

dragged her closer to his body.

He wanted to lift her up, demand she wrap her legs

around his waist, and impale her on his dick. The image

of it only drove him more insane. He wouldn’t last long,

was too excited, and knew he’d have to bring her to

climax first. He adjusted his fingers and two of them

played with the slit of the entrance of her pussy. She

wiggled against him, rocked her body, and the hand on

his chest frantically reached up to grip his shoulder.

Trisha tore her mouth away, threw her face against his

chest and moaned.

He drove both digits inside her hot pussy. The

incredibly soft and silky feel of her channel tightly

hugging his fingers nearly undid his control. He wanted

to fuck her fast, hard, deep, and come so bad he knew it

would blow his mind. The sexy doctor could do that to

him.

She bucked her hips, helped him delve deeper inside

her snug pussy, and he envied his damn fingers. He

stroked her inside, pressed his thumb against her clit,

and began to rub it in short, sure strokes. Trisha moaning

his name spurred him on. The catch in her breath as she

said it was the last straw. He tore his hand away,

dropped to his knees before her, and his mouth latched

onto her nipple.

The move had torn her grasp away from his dick,

which throbbed painfully, but he was too turned on. He

didn’t want to come in her hand. He wanted to be inside

her, buried deep, when he found heaven. Trisha tugged

at his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she

clutched him closer against her chest. His hands grabbed

her ass and pulled her tight against his body, urging her

to sit on his lap. She easily complied, sliding down him

until he’d angled her spread thighs over his. The crown

of his cock brushed her pussy, soaked now with need, so

warm and ready. He pulled her down more, making her

take him as he guided her to sheathe him inside her.

He threw his head back, had to release her breast to

avoid biting into her nipple, and snarled as her vaginal

muscles squeezed tightly around his shaft. Fuck, I’m

going to come. Hold off. She feels too damn good. The sounds

going to come. Hold off. She feels too damn good. The sounds

she made as he filled her, gave her all of his cock, were

damn near his undoing.

His ass tensed, he took a ragged breath, and he

began to move, rocking his hips. One arm hooked

around her back to keep her pressed against his chest

while he wiggled his hand between them, located the

swollen bud of her clit, and furiously strummed it. Her

muscles squeezed him and then she cried out loudly, he

could feel her climax—a warm gush of her release

coating his cock and flutters against the head of his dick.

He buried his face in her neck as sheer ecstasy made his

body quake. His balls were drawn up tight and the first

burst of his semen shooting into her nearly made him

roar out. He clutched at her, held her tightly, and rode

out the overpowering pleasure gripping him.

She’s everything to me. His hold eased slightly as his

body began to relax, the aftermath of such intense sex

beginning to fade, and he held her tenderly. He kissed

her skin, nuzzled the side of her face, and smiled. He’d

held on long enough to make sure she’d gotten off first.

“Wow,” she panted.

He softly growled. “Feel alive, sweet thing?”

“Oh yeah.”

He’d do anything to protect her, to have another

moment like the one they shared—her on his lap, their

bodies connected, and his arms wrapped around her. She

played with his hair, her fingers running through the

locks, and he wished he could carry her to bed. He could

spend hours exploring her body and making her come

over and over. His dick began to harden, his need to take

her returning, and he forced it back.

She was in danger. He needed to get her away from

the camp, put her somewhere safe. Mine to protect and I’ll

kill anyone stupid enough to try to take her from me. He

cupped her face, noticed a little blood where he’d nicked

her with his teeth during sex, and used his thumb to

wipe it away. The injury was very minor. The sight of her

blood on the pad of his thumb made him long to taste

even that but he resisted the urge.

He didn’t want to break the connection they had,

hated that he needed to bring her back to their grim

situation, but the enemy couldn’t find them in such a

vulnerable position. He lifted his head and their gazes

met.

“We got to go, Doc.”

The sweet smile on her face faded and he hated to be

the cause. “Right.”

He refused to release her just yet, clinging to her to

keep her in place. “We’ll do this later, longer, and I’m

going to kiss every injury you’ve suffered. Once we’re

back at Homeland I’ll make this up to you.”

“There’s nothing to make up. Thank you.”

He growled, anger stirred a little at the distance he

saw in her beautiful eyes as though she were trying to

put up an emotional barrier between them. “We’ll talk

about this later. Right now we need to get you dressed

and leave.”

“Okay.”

Trisha allowed him to separate their bodies,

regretting that the moment was over. He helped her to

her feet, fixed his pants, and glanced around the clearing.

His hair was messy from her fingers and she hid a smile,

more than a little amused at his appearance. Slade had

been in a fight and afterward had still looked nearly

perfect but hot sex on his lap had left him looking wild

and disheveled.

“Stay right there.”

Slade found a pair of jeans and used a knife to slice

off some of the legs to fit Trisha better but the waist

remained a little baggy. He used shoestrings from a pair

of men’s shoes as a belt to keep them up on her hips.

He’d also found her a black T-shirt two times too big but