Page 21 of Gunner

Lacey saw the sexy smirk as he drew back.

“Yeah. I talked with Skye, got some designs ironed out.”

“Let’s see if we can make it better than just good.”

His lips came down on hers in a kiss that stole every thought from her head. The man could kiss like the very devil himself, and she wanted more. His teeth nipped at her lips, and she opened for him, letting his tongue caress her own as he made love to her with his mouth.

Lacey speared her fingers through his hair, gripping it hard as she clamped her legs around his back and held on. The next minute she was in his arms, her legs and arms around him as he held her by the curves of her ass and not breaking the kiss, he carried her upstairs and into the room they had shared last night.

All traces of the threat against her were gone, taken away by Eidolon, and now Gunner would erase any bad memories. He sat on the edge of the bed and kept her in place, the stony ridge of his cock pressing against her clit, making them both moan. The thin barrier of her knickers wet with the need for him.

Last night after the shock of finding the nightgown on her bed, he’d held her in his arms, but hadn’t touched her as she wanted him too, like he was now. She felt a desperate edge to their lovemaking as he nipped at her neck, drawing her top over her head, and throwing it to the floor. Her nipples peaked in the lace bra, and she saw the look of carnal desire in his eyes that made her feel sensual and sexy in a way she never had before.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Lacey grasped at his top, wanting to get her hands on all the warm muscular flesh beneath and he helped, lifting one bunched bicep behind his head, and pulling the shirt off in a fluid move she was sure boys learned in school to distract the opposite sex.

Gunner grasped her waist as he lay back and pulled her so that her sex was hovering over his mouth. Lacey suddenly felt shy, unsure, but his hands stroking the skin of her ass and his eyes never leaving her face gave her confidence as he silently asked for permission. Lacey moved the last bit and then she was in heaven, his mouth was on her, licking and kissing through the panties she wore.

Lacey threw her head back, letting him control the pace as she rode his face with abandon, not feeling embarrassed by how wet she was or how wanton but enjoying every sensation that flew through her body. The hands at her hips shifted, and in a strangely erotic move, he tore her panties from her, removing the scrap of lace so he could touch his tongue and lips to her clit. His beard rasped against the delicate skin of her thighs and pussy as her climax built until she couldn’t hold it back and his name fell from her mouth as wave after wave of pleasure moved through her.

As her orgasm ended, he slowed his pace and he flipped her, so she was on her back still half-dressed with him poised above her, the evidence of her climax glistening on his face.

“You are the most stunning creature I have ever met.”

He kissed her then, the taste of her desire between them adding to the eroticism of the moment. With a last kiss, he rose from the bed, his eyes not leaving her as she lay watching him undress.

“Lose the bra, Cosmo.” Lacey unclipped her bra and went to remove the skirt too.

“No leave that, I like the idea of fucking you in that short flirty skirt. It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day.”

Lacey did as he asked, too distracted by the gorgeous man in front of her, who was so confident in his own skin. His cock was hard, the bead of pre-come on the tip as he took a condom from his pocket and covered himself.

She could watch him all day long and probably climax from just the sight of him touching his cock as he stroked it once and then moved to her. Nestling between her thighs, he braced his elbows on either side of her head and looked at her, and she wondered what he was thinking.

Then she was lost as he kissed her—slow, sensual, drugging her mind as he pushed into her slowly. The tempo of his lovemaking different now but no less devastating to her senses. The slight burn as he filled her adding to her pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his hips as he slid fully inside her.

Gunner stayed motionless for a second, just kissing her, seeming content to just be inside her. If it wasn’t for the twitch in the muscles at his shoulders as she held him, she would think he wasn’t affected like she was.

“Gunner, I need you to move.”

The sexy twitch of his lips was lethal to her equilibrium. If she could transfer that look to a model, she would be able to sell invisible suits. Her squirming encouraged him to move, and soon he was rocking into her slowly, his pelvis rubbing her clit every time until she was on the verge of another climax.

“Touch yourself, Lacey. Get there, I’m right behind you.”

Lacey felt the blush heat her cheeks as she moved her hand between them, feeling the quiver of his abdominal muscles as she stroked her clit. The climax hit her hard and fast, dragging every sensation to that one spot, the feeling of him moving inside her making it so much more than ever before.

Gunner watched, his eyes on her the entire time, and then he buried his head in her neck as his own movements became jerky and he came. It was a strange feeling to have the barrier of latex between them after it not being there the first time. It didn’t detract from the experience at all for her, but she wondered if it did for him.

Gunner collapsed onto the bed beside her and dragged her until she lay over his body, his arms around her. They remained silent for a few minutes then he lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes warm and gentle.

“I need to get rid of this condom. Don’t move.” He kissed her nose and disappeared into the bathroom. Lacey watched the way his muscles bunched in his back and the sexy curve of his ass as he went.

“I feel you watching me, woman.” His voice was teasing, and she liked it, but then she seemed to like everything about this man.

“I like watching you. It’s not every day a woman gets a real live Viking in her bed.”

Lacey turned on her side, the skirt still around her waist as he sauntered back from the bathroom, naked as the day he was born. It was hard not to admire that kind of beauty, not perfection—the scars on his body would never allow him to be traditionally perfect in the fake world of the media—but he was real perfection, each mark telling his story.

Gunner covered her body laughing. “Woman, stop objectifying my body. I’m not a piece of meat you know.”

Lacey laughed as he hauled her into his arms and held her, so she was pressed against him and kissed her head.

“Oh, you’re something all right.”

Her hand on his chest was covered with his own, and he kissed her fingers as they lay quiet, just enjoying being together.

“I like this, just being here with you.”

“I like you being here with me, too.” Lacey could admit to herself that she was falling for him fast, but she didn’t say it out loud not wanting to scare him off. Gunner had enough on his plate without the added pressure of her declaring her feelings for him. She wouldn’t know for another ten days if their time together in Germany had created a child. Lacey wouldn’t push him into a corner so that he had nowhere to go.

So many of Gunner’s choices had been taken away from him and she wouldn’t take any more from him. So, she’d enjoy what they had, and if they had made a child together, they would deal, and if not, it gave them different choices to make. She just hoped that whatever happened she didn’t end up with a broken heart.