He wanted her because her crazy fit his crazy. Because she'd looked into his apocalyptic pantry and asked him if he'd stocked up on potassium iodide just in case, and questioned what type of water and air filtration system he'd used in the fallout shelter out of legit curiosity.
He wanted Dillon because she could not comprehend why someone would betray her after she'd bent over backward to protect them. Because honor, integrity, loyalty, and compassion flowed through the very marrow of her bones.
Because she was a warrior at heart. A badass who wouldn't rely on him to save her. She'd shoot her way out and find a way to get back to stand at his side, right there in the trenches with him, working in seamless tandem, watching his back while he watched hers.
True partnership. The ultimate goal.
It wouldn't happen overnight, but their sexual chemistry was so far off the charts, once he proved to her she could trust him with her most fragile pieces, Nasa would be able to lavish so much pleasure on her, so much love and attention, so much devotion, she'd kneel at his feet without a second thought.
He could do all of that, and given half the chance, Nasa would do all that, but sex was easy. It was the important stuff, the deep, emotional connection built on respect and understanding that truly mattered.
Granted, Nasa wasn't currently feeling respectful or understanding. He felt like an animal in full a rut who'd finally caught the scent of his mate.
“Kiss me,” he ordered softly.
Dillon's mascara-free lashes, long and tipped with gold, fluttered like butterfly wings. Hints of amber flashed in her eyes as her pupils dilated, something he was delighted to see. A physical reaction she couldn't control.
She searched his expression for a few moments before lifting her mouth to his, smooth and confident. What he'd intended to be another slow exploration of the connection between them became a wildfire of passion.
Nasa slipped his fingertips beneath the hem of her tank top, hyper-aware of how she hugged his shoulders in response. Coming closer to him, not trying to get away.
Following her cues, Nasa pushed his palm up the satiny skin over her waist, up until his thumb brushed along the unbelievably soft skin of her bare breast.
He hadn't been so excited to get to second base with a woman since the head cheerleader at his high school decided to give him a graduation present he'd never forget.
Dillon raked her teeth across his bottom lip, unaware of how much harder that seductively aggressive move made his cock.
A silent litany of curses accompanied the growl he gave, and he definitely regretted his decision to not put on a looser pair of jeans this morning.
Nasa learned the shape of the most perfect pair of breasts he'd ever had the privilege to hold, spurred on by the way Dillon arched into his touch, squirming on his lap in an effort to get closer.
The gentle pinch to her nipples made her give throaty, hungry little noises that felt like diesel on an already roaring bonfire.
Nasa indulged himself, rolling, squeezing, learning the pressure she preferred until he could feel her trembling with need.
Dillon tore her mouth away to suck in deep, ragged breaths, her head falling back to bare her throat. Nasa bent and nipped at the vulnerable arch, taking the opportunity to catch his own breath while he continued to kiss, lick, and nibble at every inch of exposed skin from her shoulder to her ear.
“You good?”
Dillon gasped softly, followed immediately by a sweet mewl when Nasa plucked at her nipple. When she didn't answer him, Nasa pinched a little harder and said her name, getting a hiss and hard shudder out of her.
“Yes. Good. Mmhm, very good. But I want...” she trailed off as though unable to finish her sentence, so Nasa stopped distracting her by stimulating the sensitive places he'd discovered, nuzzling at her cheek instead.
“You want what, Tiger Lily? Whatever it is, all you gotta do is ask.”
“I want... this feels so good, and I want more, but I don't know if I'm ready for... for everything.”
Nasa heard the hesitant uncertainty in her answer and spent the next several heartbeats kissing her with all the gentleness he possessed, rewarding her for her bravery.
“You want an orgasm, but no fucking. Yes?”
With her cheeks bright red, eyes sparkling, lips swollen, Dillon said, “Yes, please.”
Nasa felt that sweet 'please' in his balls. “My pleasure. Elka isn't going to tear me a new one when I make you scream, right?”
Dillon's laugh was breathy and still a little nervous, but a quick command to Elka had the dog trotting to the couch to lie down.
Nasa dove back into kissing Dillon, releasing her nipples only long enough to reach down and hit the leaver on his chair that allowed him to lean back, making it that much easier for Dillon to rest against him.
He checked in with her one more time, thrilled to see the hazy look of need and excitement in her eyes.
He saw surprise, too. Surprise when he tugged at the drawstring on her pants and pushed his hand under her panties.
Nasa could feel her heat through the soaked cotton, and the astonishment that flashed across her face? Priceless.
Utterly drenched, Nasa traced the outer lips of her pussy, feeling not a single hair or the scrape of stubble to distract him.
He used two fingers to spread her open, exploring deeper, watching the way her lashes twitched while he pet her.
The way her teeth bit down on her bottom lip when he circled the swollen knot of her clit, and how the breath heaved out of her as he pushed down to trace the tiny opening he had every intention of fucking.
Not today, but soon.
He watched, knowing what he saw would stay with him even if he someday went
