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  Derek gripped her tighter. In the back of his mind, he worried a little that he might leave bruises. But he couldn't stop, no matter how many times his brain gave the command to release her, to go slow, to be gentle. His brain was no longer in control. He was no longer in control. Letting his fingers slide out of her hair, he gently lowered first one strap of her slinky tank top, then the other. One gentle tug and he had one breast free, exposed.

  "Oh hell yes." Her full breast beckoned to him, begged him to suck, lick, bite. He knew how sensitive the tips were. Knew that under just the right circumstances he could make her come from that stimulation alone.

  Bending her slightly backwards, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and suckled. She tasted sweet, so sweet. And the more he sucked, the more she mewled. The more she rubbed her sex over him. He released the other breast, and turned his attention, paying homage to it as he had the first.

  Kisima writhed and shivered in his arms. She whispered his name, tugged his hair, pulled him into her. It wasn't until she reached for his jeans with her delicate fingers and popped the button that he lost all sense of where they were, what they were doing.

  With every click, click, click of his zipper rolling down, there went another thread of his control. He couldn't wait for her. Too impatient, he shoved aside her hand, yanking the zip the rest of the way down. Trembling with need, he tugged up her skirt, and toyed with the edge of her thong. Slipping his fingers under the elastic, he smoothed his thumb over her silky sex. "God, you are so fucking wet."

  In a flurry of muffled groans, curses, and body contortions, he managed to get his jeans shoved past his hips and pulled her on top of him. Her eyes flared wide, but a teasing smile lit her lips. He let his cock slide over her slick center, nudging her opening. She felt better than anything ever had in his entire life. Hot, wet, and hinting at orgasmic bliss. Their bodies lined up perfectly. He looked at her, and with their gazes locked, he lifted his hips and drove into her.

  Her hands gripped his shoulders tight and she threw her head back.

  "Derek, so good—"

  With his teeth locked together, Derek’s hips bucked. Slide, retreat, slide, retreat. He concentrated on the expression of her face and how good she felt around his cock. Blistering heat wound its way about his spine, daring him to try to prolong the ride. But he was close, too close. He wanted to come—hard and fast, filling her with nothing but him.

  Kisima rolled her hips faster and faster, her head hanging back. Her hair tickled his thighs and she offered her breasts up to him in sacrifice.

  Just as he leaned forward to trap the puckered nipple between his teeth, he slid a hand between them, finding her clit. Slow, steady circles brought her head up and her breath hitched.

  Gently, he grazed the tip of the nipple with his teeth, with just enough pressure to drive her crazy. Her breathing was ragged and labored. His circles grew tighter and tighter, until finally, he just pressed his thumb hard against her clit.

  Against her nipple he growled as he filled her deep, "Jesus, Kisima. I'm gonna come. Come with me. Come now. Fucking come now."

  The split-second where he lost control of his orgasm was the same second where she finally let go. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking him, and her nails scored stinging trails down his back. Derek rocked into her again, and again, pouring everything he had inside of her.

  He had no idea how long they stayed like that. Him, with his lips still wrapped around her nipple, his cock buried deep inside her sex. Her, limp in his arms, her pussy convulsing around his bare cock. Both of them with sweat dripping off their brows. His pants down around his thighs. Her skirt raised up, thong shoved to the side. Tank top stripped down to expose her tits to his view. He never wanted to leave.

  27

  Kiss squirmed in her seat. The throbbing between her thighs slowly increasing with every mile she drove. "It was cool of Dylan to volunteer to take Leah home like that."

  Derek, muttered an "hmmm" as he nuzzled her neck and his fingers teased up her thigh. "Yeah, cool of him."

  "Well, he made Leah's night. She couldn't believe there were two of you. You should have seen her drooling."

  He nipped at her neck and Kiss moaned. "Would you stop, I can't focus on the road."

  He chuckled and gently licked where he'd bitten her. "You really want me to stop?"

  She shook her head no, but whispered, "Yes."

  With a laugh, he kissed her neck softly, then pulled back, but he didn't remove his hand from her thigh. "Okay, I'll behave. But you can't blame me. After that little surprise at the club, of course I'd be thinking about being inside you again."

  His fingers grazed her underwear and she held her breath. "Derek?"

  "What?" he asked.

  All innocent and shit. He was in for it. "I ache." And she did ache. What they'd done, back at the club, she'd never done anything like that in her life. Never been that free. Never that uninhibited. She knew that it was him making her feel these things. He was the one who held command over her heart.

  Derek bit his bottom lip and she immediately thought of the way he'd nipped at her lip as he'd slid deep inside her. "So do I. And I only got to have you once. You've spoiled me. I'm used to three or four times a night now. I need it."

  She widened her thighs to give him room even as she took their exit for the back roads. When his fingers teased the edge of her panties, then slid under and stroked her slippery flesh, she gasped. "Oh, fuck."

  "Now who's got a dirty mouth?" He penetrated her shallowly, once, twice. Just as she widened more, he withdrew and she mewled. With a laugh, he said, "Now, now, you're driving. We need to be safe."

  He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them gently. "Mmm," he whispered.

  "Derek?"

  "You drive. When we get home, we're picking up where we left off. Not that rushed business in the booth. I didn't get to take my time because you made me lose control. But you should prepare yourself for a long night."

  Enjoy him, then be prepared to let him go. He's not staying. "Promises, promises."

  She took the streets fast, but she knew them like the back of her hand, the stretches of isolated beach road, the curves. She'd been driving them long before it was legal for her to do so.

  Behind them a car kept up with them. She slowed her pace to the limit to encourage them to pass, but they didn't. After a mile or so, they turned on their brights. And she adjusted her rearview to cut down the glare, but that didn't help. They were driving too closely behind. "Asshole," she muttered.

  Derek glanced behind them. "What the fuck?"

  Kiss had pretty much been doing evasive and defensive driving since she was ten. She reduced her speed gradually by half and took her time. She wasn't going to be rushed. The asshole could go around. But he didn't. Instead, he continued to sit on her ass. Then the horn blowing started.

  "Damn it." Derek's voice was low.

  "It's probably just some kid. He might have recognized the car, and decided to be an asshole and drag race or someth—"

  But then they were bumped from behind. Kiss gritted her teeth and slowed down even more. Bump.

  Beside her, Derek cursed.

  The car finally got tired of her snail’s pace, then whipped around, coming alongside. Kiss didn't even have time to adjust before they were broadsided hard and she lost control of the wheel. Before she could right the car, they hit the guardrail, breaking through. She rotated the wheel as much as she could so they went through backwards. Lucky for them, it was only a hill leading to an open field. She should have been panicked. Should have been scared. But she dealt with this every day. This is what she trained for. She was just usually going at a faster speed.

  They swerved to a stop and Derek was already out of the car, running to her side. "Kiss? Are you okay?"

  She shoved the door open. "Yeah. I'm fine, you?"

  He checked her over carefully, as if he wanted to be sure that not a single hair had been harmed. Then he yanke
d her close. Unlike hers, his heart was racing. She could feel the thunderous beat against her cheek. Kiss smoothed her hands over his back. "It's okay. I'm okay. I promise. We're fine."

  He loosened his grip but only slightly. "I could have lost you."

  Her heart squeezed. "But you didn't. I'm okay. We're okay. Everyone is okay."

  He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. She held her breath, waiting, but instead of saying the thing she longed to hear, he said, "What the fuck was that?"

  She slid her glance up the hill and saw the headlights. "Looks like someone wanted to see if they killed us or not." As Derek dragged his phone out of his pocket to call police, she glared up and muttered, "Sorry to disappoint you, asshole."

  28

  Kisima did her best to keep her emotions under control once they returned to the house. If she could just get in the shower, wash it all off, she'd be okay. Never mind someone had tried to run them off the road. She knew what was happening. Soon she'd get the shakes. Then her body would start to go cold. And finally, her brain would shut down, total meltdown. She was going into shock.

  But after the night she had with Derek, she didn't want him to take care of her. She didn’t want to be that needy girl. All she wanted to do is have a breakdown and world peace. Just her luck, he wasn't going to let go.

  "Kisima, talk to me. You don't look okay."

  "Oh, I’m fine. You know, someone just tried to run us off the road. No big deal."

  "Talk to me." He strode over to her and reached out his hand.

  She shook her head and backed away. "No, I'm fine. All I want is a shower, and to call it a night."

  He cocked his head and his eyes missed nothing. His gaze roving over her entire body. Even though she backed away, he still advanced towards her. If he touched her, it was over. She wouldn't be able to hold it in. She'd break.

  Unfortunately, he knew her well by now.

  He took hold of her hand and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her tight. She had no options other than to hug him back. The moment her arms wound around his neck and the smell of sandalwood surrounded her, her body relaxed. Derek held her tight, and whispered low in her ear, "Hush now, everything will be okay. I'm here. You don't have to be so strong."

  There it was. What she didn't want. His pity. She needed someone. Especially this man. If she gave in, she would get hurt. She had to be tough. But being with Derek was letting go. He just kept holding her until she eventually relaxed. He just kept rubbing her back and whispering hushed nonsense words into her ear, until she was calm.

  He bent his knees, picked her up, and carried her down the hallway to her room. Once they were in there, he set her down on the bed, and stood to face her. His gaze locked on hers as his hands fiddled with the zipper on her skirt. With an easy tug on the zip, the soft material drifted down her legs. The shoes went next. Then he lifted her hands, as if being careful not to hurt her. He slid the material of her cami over her head. Then he lowered himself to his knees and her body trembled. His jaw was locked and his focus intent.

  He started with her feet first, lifting one into his palms and inspecting it before placing it back down. The other, the same process. Looking it over before gently placed back on the ground.

  The close scrutiny made her uncomfortable and she stood, hoping to escape the inspection. She didn't want him to see her falling apart. "Derek, what are you doing?"

  "Hush, I'm making sure you're okay."

  "I already told you—"

  He shook his head as his big hands caressed her calf. "I know what you said, but, here's the thing, I don't believe you. I know that you think you have to be perfect and strong at everything, and if you're about to have a reaction that isn't in line with that, you break down and want to run and hide."

  She clamped her jaw together and spoke through clenched teeth. "That is not true."

  But he wasn't paying any attention to her. Instead, he ran his hands over the backs of her calves and inspected first one, then the other. Massaging away some of the tenseness as he went.

  Her thighs came next. And when he turned his attention to her inner thighs, her muscles trembled. His caresses turned from perfunctory to exploratory. His touches were now feather light as he checked for bruises and breaks.

  He cleared his throat, and when he spoke, his voice was low. Gravelly and slightly dangerous. It was a voice she recognized well. It was the same one that talked to her when they were having sex. The one that whispered dirty things to her about what he'd liked to do to her tits, and asked her how good his cock felt inside her.

  "Sit down, Kisima."

  "Derek, I—"

  He lifted his head and his bright blue eyes were dark now, the command in them clear, but still she resisted. She didn't want to fall apart in front of him. He'd seen her when she was low, but the truth was, that was after she'd already pulled herself out of major freak out mode. She wasn't having him see her like this. "I don't think—"

  "Sit," he repeated.

  When she didn't immediately follow suit, he leaned forward and placed both hands on her ass. He gave her a squeeze, making her yelp in surprise. He pressed his face to her and kissed just along the low rise of her thong. "Sit, please."

  Okay, yeah, there was no standing with his lips so close to her clit. Just. Not. Happening. She sat.

  "Good. Now open your legs."

  She drew in a shuddering breath. Oh, God. "Are you still checking me for injuries?"

  His lips quirked as he nodded, his dark lashes brushing his cheek as he blinked. "Sure, let's go with that. I want to kiss it all better."

  Suddenly, the events of the night took a back seat to what he was offering her now. Pleasure, oblivion, a reprieve from the nightmare. And she was going to take it. She opened her legs. She swallowed thickly before answering. "I think you should. I ache, deep inside."

  His grin flashed. "I understand. I have just what you need. Just lie back and let Dr. Derek take care of you."

  Kisima braced her heels against the bed and lifted onto the balls of her feet as she widened her stance.

  Derek honed in on the juncture of her thighs. "Wider."

  She complied even as she trembled.

  "Good girl. Now lie back and let me take care of you."

  His hands smoothed up her thighs and her muscles quivered as his thumbs drew soft circles in her flesh, drawing closer to her center. He'd already torn off her panties, so every stroke brought his fingers closer to her center, brought ecstasy closer.

  Derek watched her intently as he slid his hands up, his sharp gaze never leaving her face. But when his thumbs stroked over her slick flesh the intensity was too much, too potent. It felt safer to shut her eyes and close him out.

  But as she lay back on the bed, she realized she couldn’t shut out his words. Or the satisfied growl at his first taste of her.

  Her body stiffened at his first lick, but then all tenseness dissolved into pure, raw need. Her bones melted into the bed and she was helpless to resists, his tongue felt too good. He felt too good. All she wanted was him. He was the only one with the power to make her forget.

  Jesus, she tasted so good. Derek fought the urge to grip her tight as he feasted. The adrenaline from earlier still coursed through his veins and he wasn't sure how gentle he could be if he let the reins slip on his control.

  She tasted sweet, and tangy, and he couldn't get enough of her.

  Licking from her center to her clit, he left no part of her unexplored. He wanted to be thorough, wanted her to know that she was his.

  Every emotion he had, he poured into her. His lust, his relief, his love. He circled her clit with his tongue in slow steady circles, avoiding direct pressure. Kiss mewled and gave a frustrated whine when once again he didn't apply direct pressure to her clit.

  When, with a frustrated growl, she shoved her hands into his hair and dragged him close as she ground her hips into his face, he grinned. "Easy, wildcat, I'll get there."
r />   "I need you there now, Kent."

  He might give her shit, but he secretly loved the nickname. As a kid he'd always wanted to be Superman. And now he could be her Superman. He took her not so subtle hints then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked.

  Her scream bounced off the walls, and her legs would have clamped around his head if he hadn't had a firm grip on her thighs, keeping them open. She was strong enough that suffocation was a potential threat.

  She thrashed on the bed as her orgasm rolled through her, but Derek didn't stop. He'd almost lost her tonight and he had every intention of celebrating their lives as often as he could before she passed out.

  That said, he knew how sensitive she could get. He kissed her inner thighs and traced his teeth over her hipbones as his hands slid up her taut belly to her full breasts.

  When he palmed one, she released her grip on his hair to cover his hand with hers. He lifted his gaze to watch their intertwined fingers as they plumped her breast and toyed with her nipple. Hers dark, his light. His cock strained against his jeans with the need to bury himself inside her. No, not yet.

  She tried to sit up, but he pressed gently on her chest to keep her down. "We're far from done, Kisima."

  She opened her mouth to say something, but then Derek shut her up the best way he knew how. He lapped at her soft folds again and she sighed. Yeah, that's it, just give in to me. But instead of sucking on her clit, he fucked her with his tongue. As far as he could go.

  The drumbeat of his pulse in his skull urged him on, urged him to keep going. She tasted too good to stop. He wanted to consume her. But one thing he wanted more, was her coming against his tongue again.