Finding Amber (Book 5) Jacobs Broken Mercenaries

chapter 15

Estevan


I’m always breaking my own rules, but bloody hell! Her disappointment couldn’t be for anything but our separation cause it sure as hell isn’t the accommodations.  At first, I thought it was facing the world; her sister. As a vampire. Maybe that was her initial panic, but when sadness painted her features, I pried and I shouldn’t have. Hope is a dangerous thing. It can take you to heights you’ve never imagined, but it can also strip you bare and leave you an empty shell, begging for death. Anything to escape the pain.
I’m flirting with death, taking my forbidden fruit, and I’m going to snap the fucking branch!
I claim her mouth like I would a country; swiftly, aggressively. Centuries of longing, pain; washed away. I’ve already decided she’ll be my salvation or my end. 
Her lips are petal soft and her light taste of smoky vanilla has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I pull back to judge her reaction. It’s the last show of control I have in me. My decency was stripped long ago and her interest in me hasn’t helped any.
“Tell me you want this, Amber. I need to hear you say it.”
I hold my breath, waiting for her answer. Her breathing is laboured as she slowly opens her eyes.
“What do I want?” Amber’s voice is small. She’s afraid. Bloody hell, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to wait. I smile down at her. I’m past that.
“Give yourself to me.” It should be a question, but I demand it. She nods, slowly. I can see her throat nervously working. A harsh chuckle leaves me.
“Say it.” I tell her, leaving no room for uncertainty. She searches my eyes, looking for something that isn’t there, no doubt. Whatever she finds, it’s enough.
“Yes. I want this... I want this with you.”
I slowly remove my jacket and set it on the chair. I can hear her heart race as I give her a nod, looking at her clothes.
“Take them off, Amber.”
Her hands shake as she works the buttons loose. On the last one I reflectively sift to her, losing my patience. She jumps back with a squeak. I pull her close to me, looking into her eyes.
“Too late for second thoughts.”
Amber surprises me by pulling up my shirt. I raise my arms, allowing her.
“No second thoughts... You just startled me.” She whispers, looking at the scars riddled over my torso. I’m not ashamed, I stand rigid; proudly displaying them. Each one has either saved a life or aided in a noble cause. It’s the one thing I’m proud of in my sordid past. Amber gently runs her fingers over the puckered flesh above my heart. Figures she would aim for the blow that killed me. Pulling her in by her slight waist, I slip her shirt past her shoulders. The pulse in her neck beckons me. I flatten my tongue, licking up the column and nip the tender skin as she shivers in my arms.  
A clean sweep clears the desk, and I lay her down, devouring her exposed flesh with my eyes first, then my hands. I take every action slow, burning it to my memory. The feel of her; like silk. Her smell; soft vanilla. My mouth waters with anticipation when I remove the simple cotton covering her generous breasts. Her beauty stuns me. Only the finest silks should graze her skin. She’s a goddess and should be treated as such.
“It’s a crime you hide all of these treasures behind unsightly clothing. If it were up to me, you’d wear nothing at all.”
She makes a noise between a laugh and snort, distracting me.
“That’s called indecent exposure where I come from. I’d be breaking the law.”
I shake my head at that.
“Sometimes laws are worth breaking... enough stalling, take the jeans off.”
Amber’s long, slender fingers captivate me. I watch as she pulls at the stiff material.  I lean over, grasping her hair and graze her lips with mine. Her soft moan lets me know she like it, a lot. I deepen the kiss until her back bows and she’s breathless. As I work my way down her body, taking my time to Savour each inch, she withers beneath me. 
Finally, I get to taste her. I’ve wanted to since the moment she stormed out of the dome, all attitude and hot tempered. It was sexy as hell. The moment my tongue meets her wet heat, I shoot so hard it hurts. She’s beautiful, and she tastes like heaven, the sweetest nectar. Just one taste and I’m already addicted.  Her noises drive me mad and have me fighting the urge to mount her. I focus on her pleasure, stoking my own, taking my time to Savour her with all my senses. Her breaths come quicker, shorter. I know she’s close; I slow the tempo, and she groans with frustration.  Good, I want her so aroused she’s begging. As if she can read my thoughts, she moans barely audible;
“Estevan… please!”
I lap, sucking her swollen sex with needy pulls. Her screams of ecstasy fill my ears, demolishing my last shred of control. I pull her by the hips to the edge of the desk and drive into her tight wetness, groaning at the hot pressure. Fucking heaven! I’d live through the torment of the last century ten more times if I knew this was waiting for me.
Amber’s hands grip the desk as I deliver slow, deep thrusts. I’m already nearing the end, like an inexperienced lad at his first go. I’ve had many women, but no one like Amber.  She’s a pearl in an ocean full of rocks.
Her eyes meet mine and I can’t hold back. I groan, releasing inside her, and she follows on my heels. Her head pushes back as she twists side to side in pleasure. Our labored breaths fill the air as I smile down at the most beautiful and alluring creature I’ve ever met. In this moment, I realize I could never let her go.