Razor's Edge: Men in Blue, Book 2 (29 page)

While she watched, he divested himself of his T-shirt, which clung to the bunched muscles of his arms and trim stomach. She preferred the firm leanness of his body to the bulk of some of the other men in blue. All that strength impressed her. Still, she wouldn’t feel as comfortable with them, one on one.

Razor’s physique didn’t appear too skinny or too huge. He was pure perfection. Beneath her searing appraisal, his sleek abdomen flexed in and out in time to his elevated respiration.

Isabella licked her lips.

He hadn’t panted that hard after they’d performed their physically challenging waltz. Her gaze wandered up the breathtaking landscape of his chest to the spot where he once again fingered his scar. She didn’t care to have anyone else sleeping with them. Not tonight.

“I’ll try to forget my mistakes if you will too. I think it’s time we both forgave ourselves. At least a little.” She reached forward, unbuttoning his jeans while he gaped at her. “Time to build something new. Together.”

His cock thrust from the dark nest of hair revealed by the descent of the denim that had so recently encased it. When she started to wrap her fingers around the magnificent length, he dodged her grip and joined her on the sagging mattress.

Razor tucked her close as he pressed them flat on the cool sheets, his larger frame blanketing her. The glide of his skin over hers left her gasping.

“Okay?” He dipped his head to murmer into the curve of her neck. “Does it frighten you to be pinned beneath me?”

He started to rotate. She protested with a whine. The thought of riding his trim hips, using his taut muscles to pleasure herself, sent shivers along her spine. But his strength surrounding her like this intoxicated her. Nothing could compare.

“No, Izzy? You like my weight on you?” He grinned before nipping her lip. “Me too. Good thing I’m no hulk like Mason, or I’d crush you. Christ, you’re tiny.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she mumbled into his parted mouth. How synchronized could two people be?

He devoured her smile, lingering before he dragged his lips over her chin. He nibbled a path along her neck to her collarbone. Her eyes fluttered closed when his mouth toyed with the sensitive patch in the hollow there while his fingers slipped under the satin straps of her bra. The privilege of soaking in his attention raced through her veins.

Isabella’s hands wandered from his taut shoulders to the curve of his hips. She marveled at the joy it brought her to simply hold him close. The intimacy of their mutual exploration ratcheted her anticipation higher. She squirmed, aligning her pussy with the hard bulge of Razor’s cock as he settled fully into the vee of her thighs. The soaked fabric of her thong provided a flimsy barrier between them. Even that was too much.

“Not so fast, princess.” His teeth grazed the upper swell of her breast. “I’m going to make you so hot you scream for me to take you, to make you mine. There’s a lot more to enjoy along the path.”

He growled as he shoved his hands between her shoulders and the mattress. She levered onto the elbow of her uninjured arm to grant him room to maneuver. With a deft flick she couldn’t have placed as well, he unhooked her bra.

Razor slid the straps from the main section of the bra with his teeth, eliminating the need to thread her sore arm through the loop. He peeled the fabric from her chest, burrowing his face in the mounds beneath the lace. Her giggles became a gasp when he dragged his open mouth from the ticklish skin over her ribs to the mound of her bared breast.

He feasted on her taut nipples, drawing them into the moist heat of his mouth in turn while he plumped the perfect handfuls she made for him. After more minutes than she could stand of his patient assault, she buried her fingers in his hair, urging him to suckle harder. He obliged with impressive gusto. It spread the current of pleasure from her center outward.

Her pussy clenched in response.

The sight of his large fingers and flushed lips on her lighter skin turned her insides to mush. Not to mention the lash of his tongue over her tingling nipples.

“More!” She cried out when he nipped the ripe tip of her breast, craving intense contact. Empty, aching, she had to have more.

Razor grinned at her. He finally traveled lower, nibbling a path across her abdomen so damn slowly she thought she might scream. He paused to dip his tongue into her belly button, swirling it through the sensitive depression.

Her spine arched, presenting him with the ideal handhold. He wrapped his palms around her hips, positioning her exactly where he liked. The gradual pressure from his shoulders spread her thighs as he nestled further between them.

A shriek rent the air when he lapped at the moisture gathering in the crease of her thigh. Had she made that keening cry?

“Mmm.” The vibration caused by his hum of approval zinged straight to her engorged clit, which pulsed in anticipation. “I love your taste, princess.”

His rough timbre thrilled her. The approval shining in his eyes emboldened her.

“Then why don’t you take your fill?” She lifted her legs perpendicular to her torso, wiggling and tugging so her thong wrapped around her knees. With a twist of her knee and a flick of her ankle, she kicked the scrap into space, toward the living room.

It wasn’t until she draped her thighs over his shoulders once more that she realized what an up close and personal show she’d given him. He groaned, tucking his hands behind her knees, propping her soles on either side of his head. When he lapped at the ample arousal coating her labia, she figured he hadn’t minded.

Razor’s thumb swiped over the apex of her pussy, brushing the knot of her clit. Electricity shot from the point of contact, driving her closer to the edge.

“Oh, yes.” She thrust her pelvis at his talented mouth, begging for his attention.

He didn’t disappoint. With teasing flicks of his tongue, gentle pulls of his lips and glancing scrapes of his teeth, he drove her insane. The world spun out of control as Isabella tried to ground herself, to stay there with her lover as a riptide of euphoria threatened to carry her downstream. It would be easy to free fall, easy to drown in the waves battering her senses. But she held on—unwilling to allow the current to take her under before she’d achieved her goal.

For long minutes she endured the sensual torture.

“James. Wait.” She had to repeat herself several times before her request sank in.

He lifted his face, his chin glistening with her juices, to gauge her reaction. The billows of his breath puffed over her clit. Even that small tease nearly shoved her into orgasm.

“No.” She shuddered, gripping the sheets at her side to keep from flying. “Don’t want to come without you.”

“I’ll take care of you, princess.” He stroked her tummy until some of her distress evaporated. “There’s plenty more. You can have as much as you need.”

“Not this time,” she whispered again. “Only with you.”

He rose above her, nodding when he realized how much it meant to her.

“Please, no more teasing. I need you.” She opened her arms, welcoming him into them. “Now.”

She could no longer speak when he captured her mouth with his own. The sweetness of her arousal mixed with his tangy flavor to create a perfect blend, which she greedily ingested. Lost in their kiss, she blinked when he retreated. She shouldn’t have worried he’d stray far.

He leaned across her to snag something off the nightstand. A condom. He ripped the foil packet with his teeth then rolled the latex over the proud length of his shaft. She wished she could have tasted him. Wished they didn’t need the thin layer between them at all. Not when it seemed like her destiny to be with him.

As though he could read her thoughts, he tipped forward once more.

“I don’t know if you believe in fate. Or God. But all my instincts are screaming this is how things were always meant to be.” James never stopped gazing into her eyes though he aligned the head of his cock with her dripping folds. He rocked his hips, notching the blunt tip in the opening of her pussy. “I was born to be yours. You were born to be mine. I understand that now. And I’ll be grateful for this connection every day for the rest of my life. I swear it, Izzy.”

This is really about to happen. Finally.
It stole her breath to cradle him at the juncture of their bodies, on the brink of entering. She had to try several times before she could speak over the bliss coursing through her.

“Then take me.” Isabella bumped her pelvis into his. The motion drove him the slightest bit into her swollen channel before he stopped. Blocked. She hated the membrane keeping their bodies apart when she’d swear their souls had already merged. “Please.”

“Yes.” He held her gaze as he pierced her resistance with a sharp jab. Razor continued to penetrate her virgin passage with bold strokes until they united as completely as possible. He filled her beyond bearing.

Flames of passion licked higher until they singed her with their intensity, edging into something unpleasant. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart pounded. Panic stole a little of her sanity, causing her to squirm in an attempt to evade the pain.

“Shh. I have you, princess.” Razor kissed her, soothing her hurt with tender strokes of his tongue on hers. He fed her long, even breaths—his cinnamon gaze locked on her face for any sign of escalating distress—until the discomfort morphed into something brilliant and epic.

She surrendered to his presence inside her, accepting the throbbing flesh that impaled her. Welcoming him into her grasp.

“Better?”

“Much.” She sighed though the reprieve didn’t last very long.

He frowned, knuckling a tear she hadn’t realized she shed. “I’m so sorry. Is it terrible? We can stop.”

“Hell, no. It’s wonderful.” She trembled when his deep exhalation rubbed the head of his cock over ultra-tender nerve endings. Sparkles of color filled her vision at the ecstasy the tiny motion brought her. “I never imagined…and I thought about it a lot.”

“It’s never been like this for me before.” He rubbed their noses together. His cock jerked inside her. “You were right. This is the first time. Of many, I hope.”

“If I have anything to say about it.” She nipped his lip.

He laughed, kissing her again. Deeper. “Greedy. I like that.”

“Do you like pushy too?” She grabbed his ass, coaxing him to move before riding the knife point of pleasure killed her. “I want you to take me hard.”

“Not tonight, princess.” He withdrew, stroking each untried inch of her pussy with his departure, until just the head of his cock lodged inside her. “But I’d give a lifetime supply of Carnot dinners to make love to you right now. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” She moaned when he tested her with tiny, light strokes. The sample of him whetted her appetite like the richest appetizer she’d ever been served. Her arousal rebounded, stronger than before.

“You’re trembling.” He gathered her close as the arc of his hips grew despite his concern.

“Because I need you so much.” She whimpered as she recalled the explosion he’d wrung from her the day before. Could she survive something this much more powerful? “Want this to last forever, but I’m close. So close already.”

The impact would reach far beyond the temporary reprieve he’d granted her the last time. Where that sensual play had the effect of a gentle spring shower, rinsing away her lust, this encounter whipped ecstasy around her with gale-force, ensnaring her heart and soul in its energy.

“Thank God.” Razor groaned as he pumped inside the clinging sheath of her pussy. “I don’t know how long I can last. You’re so tight. A perfect fit for me.”

He twined their fingers together, locking their hands where they rested on the pillow beside her head. When she squeezed, encouraging him, he redoubled his pace then devoured her lips. His tongue thrust into her mouth in time to his cock shuttling in and out of her body. A storm of emotions raged around them. Through it all, he maintained a steady rhythm, flowing rather than slamming into her.

The pressure of his blunt cap parting her flesh and bumping the ring of muscles at her entrance had her welcoming his invading hard-on. Full. He packed her to capacity. When he bottomed out, the base of his shaft dragged along her clit, setting her up to explode. She tensed around his cock, wringing a groan from his chest.

“Shit, yes.” He came up for air from their debilitating kiss. “Hug my dick, Izzy. Come around me. Take me with you.”

He’d probably laugh again if he knew how much her ability to arouse him mattered. She didn’t have the chance to explain. Razor shifted, positioning her hips so he ground against a particularly sensitive patch on the front wall of her swollen interior.

He smiled as he learned the secrets of her body, homing in on the motion guaranteed to induce her moaning until he could replicate the pleasure with each penetration.

Suddenly, she could resist no longer. He knew her better than she knew herself. Her pussy constricted around his erection, rippling along his shaft as she prepared to explode. The last thing she noticed was how he clutched her to his chest, as though afraid she’d disappear while he buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. He roared before his teeth closed gently around the tensed tendon there.

His primitive claim dissolved her inhibitions.

Together, they came. She screamed his name as her body convulsed and he poured his release into the latex reservoir. Unending pulses of pleasure echoed through her system, reverberating with each answering jerk of his hips—proof of their unified desire.

Euphoria surrounded her, buffeting her as she floated, aware only of being held as close as possible to the man she loved.

Sometime later, she opened her eyes. Razor hovered above her, stroking her cheekbones as he alternated sweet kisses with a flex of his hips, which prolonged the aftershocks coursing through them both. They lay together without uttering another syllable until his flaccid penis slipped from her body. She mourned the loss.

The bed dipped as he left to dispose of the condom and retrieve a cloth to wash the speckles of blood from her thighs. While he administered her medicine and checked her bandages, she observed in contented silence. She could hardly believe they’d done it. Finally, she could call herself a woman. Somehow, though, she acknowledged it had more to do with her connection to James than the tearing of a thin boundary of her innocence.