Defiant Heart (Starlight Cove Book 1)

WHATEVER CONTROL I’d managed to hold on to snapped in the car the moment Luna said she didn’t always wear panties. Her announcement didn’t surprise me—this was Luna, after all—but I couldn’t stop recalling all our previous encounters and tormenting myself by wondering if they’d been panty days or not. And what was today? Was she standing in my kitchen, wearing only a paper-thin skirt soaked through with rain, absolutely nothing else hiding her pussy from me?

From the heat in her eyes, it was safe to say whatever tether had been holding her back had snapped, too. There was always undeniable chemistry between us—the kind that culminated in fucking or fighting. Trouble was, I wasn’t much interested in the latter right now.

Her words hung in the air between us, and I let my gaze caress her body, sweeping over every inch of her. She was soaking wet, probably chilled to the bone. I should be taking her upstairs to shower so she could warm up, but all I could think about was burying my tongue so deep in her pussy she was all I’d taste for days.

I reveled in the feel of her eyes glued to my hands while I unbuttoned my uniform shirt, her gaze drifting lower with each button unsheathed. My voice was too thick, too low, as I said, “Since it looks like we’re stuck together, you can either go upstairs and warm up in a shower…”

“Or?” she asked, her gaze still focused on my movements.

I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed it to the side before unbuckling my belt. “Or you can come over here and show me if today is a panty day or not.”

Our gazes were locked, the air thick with anticipation and my body strung tight as I waited for her response. With everything I knew about her, I expected retaliation, a smart-mouthed retort that would put me in my place.

What I did not expect was for her to close the scant distance between us in a rush and leap into my arms, the move sending me stumbling back a few steps as I caught her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, delving her fingers into my hair while I gripped her ass—her bare ass beneath that skirt—and held her tight as she crashed her lips down on mine.

I groaned into her mouth, taking everything she gave as I spun us so I could set her on the counter and settle in between her spread thighs. Christ, she was just as sweet as I remembered, her tongue sliding against mine as if she was trying to memorize my taste like I was doing with her.

Digging my fingers into the lush curves of her hips, I broke away from her mouth, kissing my way across her jaw to nip on her earlobe. “How many days have you been around me with your pussy bare, lawbreaker?”

She panted, tipping her head to the side and giving me more access as I scraped my teeth down the long column of her neck. “I plead the Fifth.”

“All the time?” I asked, shoving the cardigan from her body before sliding my hands under her shirt and removing it from her as well. I groaned when I found her bare beneath it—seemed she didn’t just hate panties, but all undergarments—and my mouth watered at the sight of her perfect tits. “Or just specifically when you knew it might piss me off?”

“Believe it or not, Sheriff, not everything is about you,” she said with an awful lot of haughtiness for someone who was sitting on my counter, panting, each breath bringing her bare tits closer to my mouth. “I never intended for you to find out my dirty little secret.”

“I’m gonna be finding out a lot more of them before the night is through.” With that, I lowered my head and engulfed one of her tight peaks in my mouth, sucking deep until she moaned and bowed toward me.

“Fuck,” she whispered, threading her fingers through my hair and working hard to direct me where she wanted me.

Just for that, I bit down on a nipple, hard enough to pull a startled gasp from her lips. “Not yet.”

A low whine emanated from her throat, but she took what I gave her as I divided my attention between her breasts, sucking and licking until her nipples were hard and tight, her tits mottled pink from my beard.

I trailed kisses down her body, sucking on the underside of her breast, licking a circle around her belly button, nipping her hip. When I dropped to my knees in front of her, she slipped her fingers into my hair and tugged me closer, her head tipping back on a sigh. “God, yes…”

But that wasn’t the game we were playing. Luna was all impulses and whims, but not tonight. I was going to show her how good it could be with a bit of discipline.

I slipped my hand beneath her skirt, sliding it up the inside of her thigh until I reached her center and brushed a featherlight touch over her slit. Never quite giving her what she needed, making her desperate for more. As soon as she arched her hips up, seeking more friction, I landed my fingers on her pussy with a sharp smack.

She gasped, her head jerking to stare down at me, eyes wide. “What the hell?”

Tugging her until her ass was perched at the very edge of the counter, I said, “Stop trying to control this. Your job is to sit there and look pretty while I fuck you with my tongue.”

Something sparked deep in her eyes at my words. “You gonna get to that anytime soon? Because I’d really like to have a ride on your cock before you remember sex is messy and you don’t do messes, so let’s get on with it.”

She was right. I absolutely didn’t do messes—physically or otherwise. Yet Luna was the biggest mess of all—tumultuous and unpredictable and completely fucking enrapturing—and I was ensnared by her as surely as if I’d been on the receiving end of her handcuffs.

I had no idea why she held so much appeal for me. All I knew was if I didn’t fuck her out of my system, I wouldn’t be able to think straight. Since she’d stepped foot in this town, my thoughts had been consumed by her, like she was the sun and I was just orbiting around her axis. I’d had a month and a half of blue balls, only made bluer after that kiss last week, and I was going to rectify that tonight. It was just sex. And hell, who even knew if it’d be any good between us?

“I’m not going to ‘get on with it,’” I said, voice low. “I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

“Oh my God, would you lick my clit already?”

I pinned her with a hard stare. “Shut up and I might.”

She pressed her lips together, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she waited for my next move. Something shifted deep inside me, the notion that this woman, whose impulses usually controlled her, was sitting patiently, quietly waiting for me, was intoxicating like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, you’re sweet when you obey me.”

Her fiery eyes shot to mine, and she opened her mouth on a retort but snapped it shut as soon as my lips and tongue met her skin. I gathered her skirt in my hands, sliding it up her legs and pressing kisses along the revealed skin. Her ankle, her calf, behind her knee…nowhere near where she wanted me, and I was enjoying her squirm.

“Be a good girl and hold this for me,” I said, handing her the gathered material of her skirt. “I need to see if your pussy tastes as sweet as the rest of you.”

“I could do without the bossing, just FYI,” she said through panted breaths, her chest heaving with each inhale and exhale, but she still gripped her skirt and did as I told.

I brushed my nose along her inner thigh, my mouth watering over her scent. Blowing a gust of air directly over her pussy, I bypassed her clit and repeated the motion on her other leg, grinning at her answering whine.

When I finally swept my thumb over her slit, I hummed low in my throat, my cock jerking at how wet she was. “I’m not so sure about that. You’re fucking drenched, so it seems your pussy loves my bossing. Now sit back and shut up while I taste what I do to you.”

Whatever retort had probably been on the tip of her tongue cut off on a long, low moan when I spread her apart with my thumbs and flattened my tongue against her slit, groaning when her tangy sweetness invaded my senses. Jesus Christ, how could a little demon like her taste like fucking heaven?

I tongued her in long, deep strokes, sucking her into my mouth and soaking up every inch of her pussy. My cock was an angry, throbbing beast in my pants, desperate to get inside her. With my mouth still affixed to her, I held her open with one hand and undid my pants with the other, groaning in relief when my cock sprang free, thick and hard and pulsing with need as I wrapped my hand around and squeezed tight at the base.

“I think I’ve figured it out,” I said against her skin.

“What?” she asked through panting breaths, staring down at me from between her spread thighs.

“Your pussy’s soaked up all your sweetness, so that’s why you’re such a harpy all the time.”

“Oh my God.” She groaned on a laugh, tossing her head back as her inner thigh muscles fluttered against my ears, and an answering tug in my cock had me gripping myself harder. “I need less talking from you and more licking. Do you need a map to my clit?”

I pulled back, breathing a laugh against her, then very deliberately pressed my thumb exactly where she wanted me and didn’t move. “You tell me, lawbreaker. I thought this was going well, but if you’d rather I stop—”

“No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She shifted her legs, hooking them over my shoulders and trying to work herself against my stationary digit until she finally sagged back with a whine.

Instead of giving her my mouth, I released my cock and slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly and coating them with her wetness.

“Your tongue, too. Give me your tongue.”

I slipped my fingers from her and smacked them hard against her clit, my cock throbbing at her answering yelp. I pressed my hand to her, rubbing over her pussy with a soft caress and gathering her wetness on my fingers and palm. And then I reached down and gripped my cock again, groaning as I stroked her excitement all over my length.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, watching me with hooded eyes.

“Exactly what you think I’m doing. I’m so desperate to be inside you, I’m fucking my fist with the proof of just how much you’re loving this.” I leaned in, grasping my cock with a firm squeeze, and licked a featherlight path up her slit, only the whisper of pressure against her clit.

She moaned loud and long, her hips undulating with every slight pass of my tongue against her. “Please, Brady. Please just—”

“You like knowing that, don’t you?” I asked. “Knowing you’ve got me so worked up, I couldn’t even wait to get inside you.”

“Yes,” she panted, her eyes locked with mine. “But I need more. Give me more. God, please give me more.”

I tightened my fist at the base of my cock, holding firmly as her begging words rushed over me. “Just so we’re clear, I’m doing this because I want you to flood my mouth, not because you told me to.”

“Yes, yes, fine, whatever. Just please—”

I sucked her clit between my lips and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, as I gripped my cock with my other hand. Fuck, I was as hard as granite and ready to go off like a rocket. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been so desperate to be inside a woman like I was now. Like I was with this woman.

“Oh God. Brady, I’m— Fuck, I’m coming.” She released her hold on her skirt and pressed her hands to the back of my head, holding me to her. Eyes glazed, she parted her lips on a moan as she exploded around my fingers…against my tongue. And through it all, she stared down at me with a look of awed rapture while I devoured her whole.

The desire to be inside her was no longer a want. It was a need. A bone-deep yearning to slide into her and feel her clench around me, all while she melted at my touch. Before she could even catch her breath, I stood and shucked off the rest of my clothes. Then I gathered her to me and carried her the few feet to the sliding glass doors that looked out over the ocean.

I set her down on her feet, spun her to face outside, and pressed her against the slider with a palm between her shoulder blades. Her hair was damp, still dripping down the small of her back, her tits bare and pressed to the glass.

She turned her face toward me, but it was too dark to read her expression. The hall light didn’t reach this far, and only pitch blackness greeted us outside. Waves crashed against the shore as rain battered the roof and windows, echoing the harsh urgency thrumming through my veins. I needed inside her, needed to be surrounded by her. Needed to finally quench this thirst I seemed to have for her.

I rucked up her skirt, gathering it in my fists as I slipped my cock between her thighs, sliding it back and forth against her soaked pussy lips. Groaning at how wet she was. How hot. How needy for me.

Lightning flashed outside, showing off her perfect body. Her back was arched, hands pressed to the glass on either side of her head, ass tipped up as she canted her hips toward me, swiveling them as if in search of something. As if in search of me.

“Brady…” she sighed, clenching her hands into fists, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Goddamn, I love it when you say my name.” Bending my knees, I gripped my cock, still slick with her arousal, and drove all the way inside her in one deep thrust.

Her answering moan nearly did me in. Fuck. Oh fuck. I’d thought about this for weeks, my nights spent imagining all the ways I’d have her. But even with all that fantasizing, I hadn’t been prepared for this. Not for her wet heat pulsing around me, or her breathy moans, or her throaty little sighs, or the look in her eyes when the lightning flashed enough to showcase her desire.

I hadn’t been prepared for Luna.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good.” I pulled out before sinking deep, again and again, the constant friction that’d always been present between us finally exploding in how I fucked into her. Hard and frenzied and as if I’d never get enough.

Because I didn’t know if I would.

She reached back and dug her fingers into my ass as I slipped an arm between her and the glass door. I sank one hand between her thighs and fingered her clit while sliding my other hand up between her tits. I wrapped my fingers around her throat, tugging her back for a kiss.

Unlike everything else she tended to do around me, this time, she came without a fight, dropping her head back on my shoulder and opening her mouth for me without hesitancy. I kept my eyes on her as I swept my tongue into her mouth, groaning as the flash of lightning showcased her features. Her eyes were closed, pure bliss written on her face while she took me inside her over and over again. That, paired with the absolute heaven that was her body, nearly did me in.

I fingered her clit faster, stroking circles over the swollen bud as her pussy squeezed me tight. “Fuck,” I swore under my breath. Lips to her ear, I said, “Your pussy’s a greedy little thing, isn’t it? Sucking my cock in so deep. Just begging to come hard all over every one of these nine inches.”

“God, yes,” she panted out on an exhale, lips parted and eyes half lidded as she watched me lose my mind over her.

What was this woman doing to me? She turned me inside out, frustrated me to the edge of sanity and smiled while doing it. She infuriated me, exasperated me, and still managed to have a magnetic pull over me like no other.

I needed this to be a one-and-done with her, because I wasn’t sure I’d survive otherwise.

“Quit holding back.” I gritted my teeth, thrusting into her with wild abandon, the sound of our bodies smacking together mixing with the rumble of thunder and the constant cadence of rain against the windows.

“I’m not,” she managed through panting breaths, her head resting on my shoulder as her fingernails dug sharp crescents into my ass.

“You are. I worked up this pussy, made you dripping wet. This orgasm is mine. I earned every bit of it, and I want to feel it around my cock. Now, give it to me.” I slapped her clit, tightened my fingers around her throat, and sank my teeth into the space where her shoulder met her neck.

Her body went tense even as my fingers strummed her clit in a blur, my cock thrusting so deep, I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began. Her pussy fluttered, tightening impossibly until she let out a long moan, the sound reverberating against my hand, and pulsed around me, coming with my name on her lips.

“That’s my good girl. Just like that. Fuck.” No longer able to hold myself back, I turned my face into her neck and sank deep with a groan. I spilled myself inside her, her pussy rippling around me through her aftershocks and pulling every ounce of my orgasm from me.

We stood there for long moments, only our panting breaths between us, her body still pressed against mine. All the while, I ignored how much I loved it. Told myself it was just because I hadn’t had sex in a while. It was the circumstance, not the woman, that’d turned me inside out.

It wasn’t until I pulled out of her, my cock slipping from the warm, wet heaven between her legs, that I realized my mistake.

I’d fucked her without a condom. Ridden her bare and then come inside her without an ounce of protection between us. Worse, without even a whisper of a thought about it.

I swore under my breath, scrubbing a hand over my face. I didn’t make mistakes. I was regimented for a reason, had lived my life that way for a long damn time. And I’d certainly never lost myself so much in a woman that the mere thought of a condom hadn’t even entered my mind. I’d never once had sex without one. But all I’d been able to think about was being inside her.

If I didn’t watch myself, all my carefully curated control would slip right through her fingers, and she’d look at me with a sparkle in her eye as it flowed through her hand.

What I really needed to do was run far away from this clusterfuck of a woman, remind myself of all the reasons this was a bad idea. A long-winded list of why this should’ve been a one-and-done. Why she wasn’t worth the challenges she brought with her. Why I had no business involving myself with her at all.

But all I could think about was how soon I could be inside her again.