His ninja warrior.
He opened his mouth on her neck and slid one hand down over the curve of her hip to pull her closer, to bring her up against him, and she turned her face into his neck and softly brushed her lips across the skin she’d made wet with her tears.
It was enough.
He kissed her neck, using his teeth so gently, licking her with his tongue and then sliding his mouth to hers and kissing her deep, angling his head to get more of her. He went for the fastening to her jeans, loosening then sliding his hands beneath the fabric and over her ass, giving him the access he needed. When he had the jeans and thong down around her thighs, he reached for her halter top and released the tie at her neck and lower back, the silky material floating like a butterfly to the floor.
She leaned away from him, her eyes a smoky brown, glazed with desire. The moonlight streamed in through the window, outlining her full and firm breasts, crested with a gorgeous pink hue. As he watched, her nipples tightened, and he groaned softly. Cupping the heavy, delicious weight of her breasts in his palms, he scraped his thumbs across her rigid tips, reveling in the soft warmth of her bare skin, the catch of her breath in the back of her throat, and how amazingly responsive she was to his touch.
His chest heaved, and she panted, twisting her head and moaning. He lowered his head, her breath catching when he pushed her breasts together, and dipped his head and nuzzled her soft, plump flesh. He laved her straining nipples with his tongue and tugged gently with his teeth until she whimpered and begged him to ease the ache gathering between her thighs.
“Boyce…naked,” she breathed, pulling on his belt, but again, she seemed to have lost the knowledge of how to get his pants off. Instead, she slipped under his T-shirt and slowly caressed her palms over his stomach, his pecs, and shoulders, then with a cool move she had it off. Before he shucked out of his pants, he knelt to unlace his boots.
He sank into the sweetness of her body, the soft, bare skin between her legs, the scent and loveliness of her going straight to his head and messing with it all the more.
Nothing was better. Leaning forward, he pressed his tongue to the hot, sweet center of her desire, and he teased her, licked her, felt her softly grind her hips against him, and tunnel her fingers through his hair.
“Boyce…” His name a sigh on her lips, her body a silken, tangible force in his arms.
She spread her legs wider, and he slipped his fingers up inside her. She was so soft, so wet, such a gift—electrifying, turning him on, getting him so hot and hard. He plied her with his tongue, loving the taste of her, the little catches in her breath, and the way she was holding him, tighter and tighter.
“Boyce…”
“Come for me, Luna.” He wanted it so badly, to make her come undone, to make her feel so good. He wanted her to know he was her man, the one she needed, the one who could make it all better.
Her sighs grew rougher, more guttural, and he kept on—on and on and on, endlessly pleasuring her—sliding his fingers in and out of her, teasing her with his tongue, over and over again, until her soft cries became a moan, until she pressed herself against his mouth and held herself there, until he felt the contractions of her release rippling through her.
When she collapsed against the wall, he rose to his feet and shoved his pants to the floor. Taking her mouth with his, he fitted himself to her and pushed up inside. No hesitation. No thoughts. It was mind-bending. She was so hot and slick, taking all of him on his first thrust to the hilt.
Her mouth was soft and wet, sucking on him, sucking on his tongue, then deepening the kiss. He pressed his chest against the soft pillows of her breasts as he thrust deeply and filled her again and again, getting lost in her, mindlessly, so easily, following the heated warmth of her skin into a pleasure so raw he never wanted it to end.
All he wanted was to be with her.
To be like this, driving into her, holding her to him. He had her tongue in her mouth, devouring her as he slipped his hand under her thigh, lifting her leg around his waist, letting him go deep and deeper. He thrust into her, and she took him eagerly into her body, all the way, moving her hips with his, until the heat and rhythm and the seductive softness of her body took him straight over the edge.
He pinned her up against the wall, his body rigid with the pleasure pulsing through him, her soft gasps of breath hot against his mouth.
She was sogoddamnperfect.
Hot, and soft, and wet, and silky, turning him on and setting him off.
He pushed into her one last time, keeping himself deep inside, just to feel her as he finished off, just to hear the small sound of pleasure she made. Fuck, he could do her all night long, but she didn’t feel like she had the strength left to get to the bed.
So, he held her, and stayed inside her, just loving the way she felt around his dick, his heart still pounding.
She was so dangerous.
He gathered her in his arms and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. Letting her slip down his hard body, he reached down and pulled the bedding. She folded down and he followed her.
“Preacher…Boyce,” she whispered, but he covered her mouth with a soft kiss.
“Shhh, babe, later. You can talk until my ears bleed…later.” Then, he pulled the sheet over them, pulled her against him, and lost himself in the sheer comfort of having the woman after so long.
Noa’s dad had been right. Fuck celibacy.
* * *
It wasn’t much laterthat Karasu woke up with a jerk, saw she was in bed with Preacher, and breathed a sigh of pure satisfaction, but then her gut twisted. She slipped off the mattress and went to a chair that was near the bed, completely naked, completely vulnerable. It was as if he’d stripped all her armor away, and she had let him see her, really see her.