And then he entered her in one smooth stroke and she cried out.
He cupped her face. “Okay?”
She loved that he was asking her but if he didn’t start moving she was going to lose her everloving mind.
She moved her hips. “Yes. So okay. All the okays. Now move.”
His laugh was sexy. But then he stilled her hips with one hand and kept her from rocking against him.
“If I don’t?” he asked, his eyes on her, amused arousal clear in them.
She might have whimpered. Okay, she did whimper. “Kaeden.”
“Yes?”
She turned her head and nipped his shoulder with her teeth.
He groaned and gave her what she wanted, beginning to move inside her.
* * *
Kaeden had to grit his teeth to hold himself back as he slid slowly out of Joy. It took all his control not to slam back into her and lose himself in the sensation of being inside this woman.
She was incredible. He didn’t know what scared him more. The way his cock seemed to get harder with each moan that slipped from her lips or the way he had zero restraint when it came to Joy Wilson.
Discipline and the ability to keep his distance from people were the two things that kept him sane. And she was chiseling away at them both.
He was an asshole but he pulled out, causing her eyes to go wide.
“Roll over,” he said, helping her to flip onto her stomach and then pulling her up onto her hands and knees.
Christ, he thought he could disconnect if he wasn’t looking into her eyes. But this was just as bad. The silky white skin and the supple curve of her back was intoxicating.
He ran a hand down her back and she whimpered, pushing back toward him.
“Please, Kaeden.”
His name on her lips shouldn’t sound so damned good. It should be nothing more than a word.
It wasn’t. It was somehow everything.
He pressed himself to her center and slowly entered her, tortuous inch by maddening inch. And then she wrested control from him, pushing herself back onto him and he lost the fight.
Ecstasy took over and he pounded into her again and again, fueled by her cries and the way she met each thrust of his hips with one of her own.
And when she tightened around him and cried out, he felt the telltale tightening of his balls and gave in, coming deep within her with a cry of his own.
And minutes later, when he’d cleaned them both up and they were laying in bed, he could think only one thing.
He shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be getting involved with this woman, even if it was only an involvement that went skin deep. He should have gone into town and met someone else to scratch this particular itch even though his body had been demanding her and no one else.
He should leave. Go back to his own cabin to sleep.
But he didn’t. He rolled them on their sides and pulled her flush against his body. She held herself taut in his arms for a moment before relaxing and damn if he didn’t lay there listening to the sound of her breath until it evened out and he was sure she’d drifted off into sleep.
He watched her in the pale light of the moon that streamed in through the cabin windows. There was something going on that she wasn’t willing to talk about. That or he was so damned suspicious after what happened with Alyssa in his final days in the military that he was seeing things that weren’t there.
That was possible. He knew he’d been keeping people at arm’s length. But when he’d walked in on his platoon leader and Alyssa, his whole world had shifted and he hadn’t ever been able to shift it back. Hadn’t been able to have the kind of faith he should have in people since then. It was like having an enormous granite boulder sitting on his chest pinning him in place with no hope of pushing it aside and rolling out anytime soon.