Page 66 of Cipher

I scoffed. “Identified you as mine immediately, baby.”

“You also walked away from me.”

“Temporary tactical error.”

Her face scrunched adorably and she huffed, “It lasted three weeks.”

“Still temporary.”

Her laughter eased the last hard pressure inside me, but I kept my arm around her as I led her to our SUV. By the time I got Bex home, the adrenaline had turned into a restless hunger I had no interest in controlling. She made it three steps inside before I caught her around the waist, locked the door behind us, and put her back against it. Her property vest creaked beneath my hands as I claimed her mouth, and the small sound she made sent blood rushing to my cock.

My hands worked over her body, needing to feel that she was okay. In one piece.

“You checked me about a dozen times before we left,” she murmured when I lifted my head.

I swept her into my arms and started toward the stairs. “Need you naked where I can put my hands on every inch.”

Her expression softened, but she caught one of my nipple rings through my shirt and tugged hard enough to make my abdomen contract. “That sounds suspiciously like another inspection.”

“More thorough.”

Her laugh followed us into the bedroom, but it broke into a moan when I set her on the mattress and stripped away the vest, shirt, jeans, and everything beneath them. I used my hands and mouth until her body stopped carrying any trace of the launch-field panic, taking the first orgasm with two fingers buried inside her and the second with my tongue locked to her clit. Only when she lay flushed and trembling beneath me did I rise over her and let the need battering through my control have what it had wanted since the live shell turned toward her.

I slid both hands beneath Bex and moved her toward the center of the bed in one long pull, dragging a breathless laugh from her as the comforter shifted beneath us. Then I followed her up, covering her with my body until her softness was trapped beneath my weight and my cock rested hot and heavy along her slick center. She wrapped her legs around my hips, her heels pressing into my ass while she pulled me closer and opened her mouth beneath mine.

Her hands moved over my shoulders and down my back, tracing muscle, scars, and ink before her fingers curled around my hips and tried to draw me where she wanted me. When I remained still, she pouted and tugged the silver hoops through one of my nipples before trying again.

I caught her nape and held her gaze as I dragged the head through her soaked folds, circling her entrance without pushing inside. “Your pussy makes me lose my fucking mind.”

Her pupils were dark and wide, but satisfaction gleamed back at me. “I can’t say I don’t like being the only person who can crack your code.”

“Terrible pun, baby.”

She giggled, the sound turning breathless when I pressed more firmly against her. “Maybe, but we could find out whether it’s true.”

A growl rolled out of my chest as I began entering her. “Careful what you ask for.”

I took the first few inches slowly because she was sensitive after coming twice, giving her body time to stretch around my thickness while the tight heat gripping me made my vision blur. Bex’s mouth fell open, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pushed deeper, and every small contraction around my cock threatened to tear away what remained of my restraint. I stopped only when my hips met hers and I was buried so completely that her pussy fluttered around the base while the softness of her belly pressed against mine.

I rested my forehead against hers, breathing through the brutal pleasure while my hand tightened around her nape. “So fucking tight after you come for me.”

“Or you’re just huge.” She shifted beneath me, making both of us groan.

“And you take every inch, like a good girl.” I pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then drove deep enough to slide her body beneath mine. “Because this pussy was made for my cock.”

Her cry broke against my mouth, and I swallowed it while starting a steady rhythm. Each stroke dragged through the slick grip of her, deep enough that my pelvis struck her clit whenever I buried myself fully. Bex clung to me, her legs tightening around my waist while she met every thrust with a lift of her hips that told me she wanted more than I was giving her.

“Harder,” she breathed.

I caught both wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. “You came twice already, and you’re still asking me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes.” Her body moved helplessly beneath mine, trying to force me deeper despite the hold I had on her. “Give me everything, Corbin.”

“Greedy girl.”

“Yours.”

The single word snapped the final hold I had on my restraint. I drove into her hard enough to make the headboard strike the wall, dragging a sharp cry from her as her body bowed beneath mine. The next thrust landed just as deep, then another, until the bed moved with us and the sounds leaving Bex turned ragged and helpless.