The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 7

He carried her down the hallway, one hand cupping her ass, the other strong across her back. She buried her hot face in his shoulder, dizzy and breathing hard. All she wanted was for him to make her forget – she wanted release and relief, and she wanted to feel alive and beautiful. Just for a few hours longer.

When they got to the bedroom, Dean gently set her back on her feet. He reached out and yanked her shirt over her head, took off his own. At the sight of that broad chest, Emma’s legs almost gave out under her. He was even more muscled than she’d thought, his tattoos gorgeous on the curves and planes of his taut body. He had a line of blond hair that ran down his body, over his hard abs, and disappeared into the waist of his jeans. She wanted him naked and on her, in her. She wanted everything.

He spun her around, undid her bra and tugged down the zipper on her skirt. The material fell to the floor and he groaned at the sight of her curved ass in black lace. She turned to face him and she reached for him, needing to get her hands on his strength. She undid his jeans, knelt down in front of him to pull them down his legs. He kicked them away, pulled her to him, his shaking hands running free over her smooth skin. She was like cool silk and he couldn’t seem to stop touching her. He ran his hands across her shoulders and his eyes widened when he saw her upper arm. He stopped.

“Hey,” Dean said. “He did hurt you.”

“What?”

“Here. Your arm.”

She looked down and saw the finger marks standing out clearly on her pale skin. She blinked at them, confused, then she remembered what the doctor had told her that day: that bruising easily was one of the signs of AML. Her bruising was the whole reason that she had gone to the doctor in the first place; it was the first symptom to fully present itself as something unusual. She had been able to explain away the exhaustion and weight loss, but those vivid purple and black marks coming up on her skin out of nowhere had scared her.

“s**t, Emma.” Dean was running his fingers over the bruises gently. “That horny drunk fucker really grabbed you… I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“It isn’t. I mean, it doesn’t hurt that much.”

“No?”

“No.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I should have moved faster, stopped him.”

“It’s fine, Dean. I feel fine.”

“Maybe I can make you feel a bit more than fine.”

She looked up at him, her p***y slicking up at the look in his eyes.

“I’d like that,” she said softly. “What do you have in mind?”

“How about I show you?”

“OK,” she said. “Show me.”

Dean kissed her again, walking her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed. He gave her a small push and she fell. In a flash, he had his boxer shorts off and was down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. His erection ground into her abdomen and she pushed back against him, hard. She reached for him, running her hands up and down his length, loving how he throbbed between her hands.

My God, he’s huge.

He made a guttural sound deep in his throat and moved both hands to her waist. He wanted to just f*****g rip the lace right off her body, but he forced himself to inch it down her curves instead. Emma was totally naked now and she shivered when he started to move down her body, his tongue running over her n*****s, between her breasts, down her hip. He reached her p***y and settled his massive shoulders between her spread thighs. He didn’t touch her yet; he just stared at her lower lips, his warm breath coming fast and hard. She waited for him to touch her there and she was seconds away from begging.

His hand moved now, just brushing over her mound. Emma arched, every muscle in her body tight. Dean’s fingers stroked her lips, parted them, spread her wetness over them. He was slow and in control, but all he wanted was to be buried in her sweetness, thrusting deep inside her, making her shake and call his name.

“Dean,” she whispered, unable to hang on any longer. “Dean, please.”

He looked up at her now, holding her eyes. He leaned down, his green gaze hard and hot, and he kissed her just above where his fingers were gliding. Her beautiful blue eyes closed and her breath caught. The look of pure f*****g ecstasy on her face turned him on more than he ever thought possible, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

Enough teasing. f**k it. I need to taste her.