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“Mace.” His name came out ragged as she watched him leave.
A new fury swept through her. She wouldn’t allow him to run away this time.
Chapter twenty-five
Stridingtowardthelift,Mace held onto his sanity by a thread. His heart raced with the realization of what he’d almost done, his body throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
He turned at a shout of anger. A petite ball of fury launched herself at him, legs wrapping around his waist and fingers digging into his hair. He hugged her to him, reveling in the feel of her supple body against his. Her soft and hot center settled over his painful erection.
“You’re not,” she said, kissing him savagely, “leaving me,” her mouth slammed into his again, “like this.”
His fingers dug into her muscles beneath the thin material of her clothing, the heat in his body flaring. He returned to his quarters, the door sliding closed behind them. When he broke the kiss, she yanked his head back down.
“You hate me,” he groaned, pushing her against the bulkhead.
“You asked me what I needed,” she moaned, but not denying it. Her teeth scraped his jaw. “Give me what I need.” She ground her pelvis against his.
He couldn’t think with her center thrusting against him, all reason snatched away with her touches. He needed to consume her like she consumed him.
He took her lips with his, his hands roving all over her body like he’d always wanted to. Every one of her gasps stoked the fire inside him. He skimmed his hands against her flesh beneath her shirt, her skin soft, addictive. Beneath the material of her bra, her breasts fit perfectly in his hands. He squeezed and stroked, needing to get closer.
She reached between them, skimmed her hand into the front of his pants, inside his underwear, and firmly gripped his cock.
All the restraint he thought he’d attained these past few weeks crumbled to dust.
His mind blanked, only one thought remaining. He needed to be inside her.
Using his thigh between hers, he braced her against the bulkhead and ripped her leggings down the middle. She gasped, but her lips recaptured his in the next instant, encouraging. His hand cupped her pussy, and she pushed against him in invitation.
Two fingers sank inside her.So wet. Her walls clenched around him, greedy, and she moaned, the sound vibrating like an electric shock through his body. She squirmed and bucked as he thrust his fingers in and out, her mouth traveling wherever she could reach. Her hands squeezed around his rock-hard cock, almost painful in its strength.
He loved it and pumped his hips into her hand.
“I need more.” She panted against his neck, fingers tightening around him in pulses.
Her other hand gripped his scalp, frenzied. Shivers cascaded down his spine. Adjusting his angle, he sank another finger inside her.
“Yes,” she moaned, then shook her head. “No.” She squeezed his cock again. “I needthis. Deep. Hard. I need you.” She freed him fully from his pants.
Frantic, he slid her underwear to the side and entered her in one, swift, thrust.Tight. Hot. Sweet.The world darkened around him. She was perfection clenching around him. He couldn’t hold still, and fucked into her over and over again.
Her legs hugged him to her. Her shouts and moans of ecstasy bounced off the bulkheads. Wild, frantic fingernails gouged the skin of his chest, arms, and neck.
His pleasure built, tightening his balls, about to explode out of him. He reached between them, found her clit slick and swollen, and stroked with his middle finger.
The sounds coming out of her mouth turned feral. He recaptured her lips, his tongue sweeping inside to taste every inch of her. His finger stroked around her, circling. The tension between them grew, stretching tight, climbing to a breaking point.
On a scream of pleasure, she convulsed around him, pushing him over the edge. An explosion of light blazed behind his eyes. His body shuddered, spilling inside her. Every part of her squeezed him tight.
He collapsed forward, her slight body pressed between him and the bulkhead. His legs felt like liquid, his head floating and empty of thought. Breaths expelled through his lips in ragged gasps, mixing with hers.
Still inside her tight, hot sheath, he braced his elbows against the bulkhead. Russet eyes stared at him, dazed, a high flush riding her cheeks. Mussed curls spiraled everywhere. Her fingernails dug into his biceps to keep balance. He didn’t want to move; no place in this universe had felt more like home.
The staggering thought shattered his peace. What had he done?
He’d stayed away from her so this wouldn’t happen. He’d failed. He’d given into a weakness, and self-loathing thrummed through him. Settling his hands on her hips to keep her steady, he pulled out.
Nia exhaled a stunned breath with parted lips. She seemed frozen in shock.
