Rick Flag already has a lot to worry about with the group of criminals at his command. But when an unknown woman named Prim volunteers to accompany them, Rick gets lost in his personal world. Despite the risks of his job and the fear of getting hurt...
Rick felt her fingernails on his scalp. Her fingers massaging his skin and bringing him in to deepen their kiss.
Her lips tasted like honey, and her skin felt smooth as silk under his touch. Her scent the only thing his nose could smell. Like an addict, he buried it in the crook of her neck, nibbling on the warm skin. When a whimper left her mouth and reached his ears, his hand flew to her hair, grabbing a handful of soft silver curls and pulling it back, exposing more of her neck and the valley of her breasts. His lips touched hers, but he denied the kiss. He bit her lower lip and felt her body trembling under his touch. His tongue grazed where he had bit and next he sucked it deliciously slowly.
Rick stared her down from all his height. Her eyes remained closed, but he read ecstasy on her features. His fingers grabbed her cheeks in a silent order to look at him. When she obeyed, only lust in the depth of the green forest of her bewitching eyes stared back at him.
A sudden urge to hear her beg came over him. Beg for him. Beg for his name in the air. Declare she was his.
Her hands made their way down to the hem of his t-shirt, her eyes desperately searching his. Rick felt her nails grazing his stomach when she started to lift the fabric, but his hands stopped hers locking her in place, unable to touch him. His nose lifted her chin up, forcing her to keep her eyes up at him.
He smiled. A wicked and mischievous smile. "Not so fast, Sunshine." He grabbed her ass and pulled her up to sit her on the table. Her legs circled his hips, and she squeezed him, eliciting a sinful moan to leave his mouth. A moan she shut down with a needy kiss.
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Prim's legs circled his hips in a perfect fit. Her hands found the hem of his t-shirt again and pulled it up in a hurry, not giving him time to stop her. She wanted to admire him, caress the muscles hidden behind his clothes. Kiss and bite down hard on his skin, but the need to touch, feel, and taste was too much, so she opted for kissing him.
She cupped his cheeks when he nosed his way down her chin to the hollow of her neck. One of his hands keeping her head still and the other trailed her knee up to her thigh, bringing the skirt of her dress up, making her shiver with the cold air, and resting on the curve of her hip. His warm fingers caressing her skin and his soft lips leaving ghost kisses under the dress's strap. With his teeth, he pushed the thin fabric over her shoulder to have more space to torture her with his delicate pecks.
Trying to coax him to do something, anything, Prim held a handful of his hair and pressed his head against her shoulder, and felt him nibble there and nothing else. Frustrated, she squeezed her legs around him and heard him chuckle. "Need something?" He whispered on her heated skin, and she felt a surge of pleasure course through her body. She knew he had noticed how her body responded to his touch by the way a quiet grunt reached her ears and his hips pressed against her hips. His clothed erection rubbed against her clit, making her eyes roll. She forgot how to breathe when he locked eyes with her and ordered on her lips, "Use your words, Sunshine." It was all it took for incoherent words to spill out of her mouth.
