TEN
Sophie’s stomach quivered with tentative excitement. Con was looking at her the way he had back in that pool, and she wasn’t even wearing the perfume.
This time, she was going to get what she wanted from the big, hunky SEAL too. From the minute she spotted him in that suit, she set her sights high.
With a small flick of his wrist, he tossed the glasses safely onto the sofa cushion and locked his arms around her.
A soft moan burst past her lips as she went on tiptoe and pressed her lips firmly to his.
A growl that was becoming very familiar to her rumbled through his chest and vibrated into her body. She parted her lips for his tongue, and he swept it across hers in an urgent quest.
Her nipples tightened into sharp points. Liquid heat soaked her thong as he…
There was only one word for what he was doing.
He plundered her.
She scraped her nails over carved shoulders that were made even broader by the lines of his perfectly tailored jacket as he skated his hands up her spine. When he dipped her over his arm and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, she gasped at the delicious seduction of it all.
She’d read all the romance stories, knew how it should go. She might have lived a watered-down version with Benjamin for a time, but had she ever felt her pulse hammering in her clit before? The answer was no.
Her insides tremored with desire and the tight pull that his mouth seemed to have on her pussy.
Tearing from the kiss, he stared down at her, want pooling in his eyes. “I’d say our evening out was a success.”
“Not as much as our evening in will be.” Was that even her voice? And when did she suddenly get so bold?
She was in her thirties.
She hadn’t been with a man since her divorce.
She was in a foreign country, and people did stupid things in foreign countries.
Sophie was no fool, though. Actually, she’d say that she was going to score by getting between the sheets with a man like Con.
She ran her hands down his muscled chest to the navy tie he wore. While she went in for another kiss, she unknotted the silk. His strong fingers worked at the tiny hooks that held the collar of her dress closed.
When he breached them in seconds, she gasped in surprise. She didn’t expect man hands the size of his to manage such dainty hooks in so little time.
He answered with a deep groan…and ruched her dress up her thighs.
Oh god. His warm, rough fingers working up the flesh of her inner thigh had her soaking wet and squirming in his arms.
Finally managing the knot of the tie, she whipped the fabric off his neck and let it drop to the floor.
He skimmed his fingers around her outer thigh and up to the slim string holding her panties in place. Working in reverse of their encounter at the pool, he traced the line downward.
Following the curve of her thong that would ride along her backside—if there were a backside of a thong.
He went dead still. Lifting his head, he gazed at her, his eyes burning with torment. “Christ, Professor. I’ve got to see you. No clothes. Now.”
Her body reacted to his Neanderthal grunts in ways she didn’t even have words to describe. And Sophie could find words for anything.
“I want you, Con.” She worked her hands inside his jacket and shoved it off his thick shoulders. When she removed the jacket and revealed the crisp dress shirt molded to his muscled body, excitement blazed in her core.
Then he slipped a finger under the string riding along the seam of her buttocks. The tiny tug sent shockwaves through her pussy. Her inner walls clenched.
Maybe it was because no man had touched her in such a long time, or her past lovers were nowhere near as hot as Ryan Constantine, but the level of her desire was the highest she’d ever known.
And why shouldn’t she take what he was willing to offer her? He was single, she was single. Both of them wanted this to happen.
He slid a finger under the strap of her thong again, sending a new jolt to her clit.
She panted, leaning into him. “Ry…Ryan.”
He stilled once more. “What did you call me?”
Tilting her face up to his, she met his gaze. “Ryan?”
“Fucking hell, Professor.” He gripped her ass in one hand and her cheek in the other and kissed her. Hard. Long. And deep.
As he ravished her, he walked her backward. She gave herself up to the mind-blowing, toe-curling kiss and allowed him to move and shift her body into whatever position he wanted it. He could twist her into a pretzel as long as he didn’t stop making her feel so good.
He spread his hands across her spine, and then she felt why—he cushioned her as they came up against the wall.
Nudging his thick thigh between hers, he stared down at her mouth for a heavy heartbeat. “This is only going to happen between us one time.”
“Yes.” Her chest heaved with desire.
“We have to work together.”
“Of course.” She stared at his mouth too, aching for him to kiss her again.
He issued another one of his sexy rumbles and then claimed her lips. She threw her arms around him and bowed into him. That brought her pussy up against his steely thigh.
She cried out.
He broke from the kiss and brought his hand under her dress. Hooking his fingers in the sides of her thong, he shimmied it downward. The silky fabric slipped down her calves and pooled around her ankles.
Before she realized what was about to happen, Con dropped to his knees. He bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist and nuzzled his nose over the mound of her pussy.
Her breathing hitched.
“You wax.” His tone harsh, gritty. Dark with possessiveness.
“Y-yes.”
“For who?”
“For myself.”
She watched as he closed his eyes and rubbed his nose down her pussy to her clit. When he flicked out his tongue and delivered a heated stroke to her bundle of nerves, she stopped breathing.
With each soft swirl of his tongue, her mind spun faster. Tingles of lust claimed her entire body. Her fingers started to ache from being knotted at her sides, so she clasped his head instead.
When she urged him deeper, closer, he let out a growl. The air trapped in her lungs exploded out on a cry.
Nudging her thighs wider, and stretching the elastic of her thong around her ankles to the snapping point, he delved his tongue into her pussy and began to slowly fuck it.
She rocked on his tongue. Juices flooded out, and he curled his tongue into her entrance as if to gather every drop.
God, had any man ever done this to her? The answer was no.
Sparks of passion blended with the shivers of bliss taking over her system. She ran her thumbs along his jaw, feeling the flex of sinew as he tongued her.
“Oh…god…Ryan!”
She was close. Oh, so close. Right there. On the verge.
“Yes!” She tipped her face up to the ceiling and moaned as her release washed over her like a tide. Drawing her under its depths, tossing her. She was shaking apart. She was boneless.
Sliding down the wall.
She engaged her knees to support herself. Con delivered one last slow, thorough lick to her pussy and lifted his head.
The gleam of her juices on his lips and the dark look in his eyes promised more to come.
Much more.
In a sleek move, he glided to his feet, gathered her in his arms and kissed her. The flavor of herself mingled with his own masculine flavor sent another shock through her.
Pressing herself against his hard body, she started throbbing for him all over again.
“Just one time, Sophie.”
At that moment, she didn’t care what she agreed to. As long as she had this man as her lover, she would be a very, very happy woman.
* * * * *
Con’s cock couldn’t get any harder. The length pulsed with want. His balls were full and blue as hell.
He stepped back from Sophie, extending a hand to her. She clasped his with a level of trust that shouldn’t make his chest tight, but it did.
She took one step and stopped. Both of them glanced down to see her thong still around her ankles. And he thought nothing could be hotter than the sexy straps of her high heels.
With a little quivery laugh, she delicately stepped out of her panties and abandoned the scrap of fabric on the floor.
As they moved this private party to the bedroom, he was well aware of how slippery her thighs moved. She was soaking wet for him. After coming on his tongue, she was drenched.
He couldn’t wait to get inside her, to bury himself in that clenching heat and make her scream his name.
As soon as they made it to the bedroom, Sophie whirled toward him and attacked his shirt buttons. As she ran down the line, she surged onto tiptoe and kissed him.
A forceful sound of desire gathered in his throat. His instinct was to toss her on the bed and strip off his clothes, but he did something he had never, ever done before.
He gave up that small measure of control to her.
She nibbled at his lips in teasing kisses that set his blood on fire. When she freed every last button from its hole, she gripped the edges of his shirt and tore it off his body. His skin rippled at the force of her action, and his cock thrust against his fly, pushing for escape.
She broke the kiss and stepped back. Her dress hung on her shoulders, loose where he’d unfastened the hooks at the back of her neck.
God, he couldn’t wait to get that dress off her and explore every. Last. Inch. Of her. Body.
Their gazes locked. He reached for his belt and flipped it open.
She flattened her palms on her thighs and tugged up her dress, exposing her beautiful bare pussy. Finding her smooth and waxed had damn near made him come on the spot.
Seeing the wetness glistening on her smooth lips had him almost coming again. He gripped his erection through his pants and tried to force his body to cooperate with the designs he had on Sophie. But it wanted to race ahead and get her on her back with her legs over her head.
As she slipped the dress off, leaving her in nothing but two small stickers covering each nipple, he couldn’t hold back his groan anymore.
“Fuck, Professor.”
“Let’s get you out of these pants.” She stepped up to him and took over again.
Standing so close that warmth waved off her toned, silky body, she held his stare while she unbuttoned his fly.
She slid the zipper down with a precision that was true to the way she worked.
As she reached the final barrier between his cock and her warm, soft hand, time seemed to stand still. His heart drummed against his chest.
She hooked her hand in the sides of his pants and slowly worked them down his body, taking his boxer briefs with them.
His cock bobbed in the air, stiff. If he could look away from her stunningly beautiful face, he’d see his shaft was purple and ridged with veins that beat in time to his heart.
She didn’t shift her gaze from his but encircled his cock at the base with her slender fingers. “You’re thick.”
His cock reacted to the praise with a swell. Precum pooled at the tip.
When she curled her fingers into a tight ring and gave him a slow jack, his eyes rolled up in his head.
“Sophie.”
She worked his stiff cock through her clamped fist.
“Professor.”
She wiped her thumb over the tip of his cock, slipping through the slickness there.
He grabbed her hand, stilling it. Then in quick moves, he bent to untie his dress shoes and toed them off. He stepped out of his clothes and peeled off his socks.
The instant he was free, she stepped into his arms. The dark curl of lust inside him took over, and he hauled her up against him. Turning for the bed, he spattered kisses over the delicious column of her throat.
He lay her down on the plush mattress and continued kissing her breasts.
“What are these?”
“Pasties. I didn’t want everyone at the party to see my hard…” She let out a gasp as he sucked on her flesh, drawing it into his mouth. She gave a full-body shudder. “Nipples,” she finished her train of thought.
He wanted to fuck her until her mind was blank and she pulsated for him over and over again.
“How do we get them off?”
She lifted her head off the bed and stared down at the flesh-colored circles covering each nipple. Not being able to see them had his cock throbbing even more. But he already knew from their first encounter in the pool what color the flesh of her tiny, perfect nipples was.
She slid her finger under the edge of one and loosened the adhesive holding it in place. When it came free and he saw those sweet little peachy-pink nipples, his gut gave a hard clench.
He needed inside her. Now.
With a groan, he popped off the other pasty. Her nipple shriveled to a tight point.
Ducking his head, he captured one in his mouth and pulled softly with his lips.
“Ryan. Oh god, Ryan!” She ruffled her fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head.
Her throaty tone fanned the flames already shooting high inside him. Closing his thumb and forefinger around her other nipple, he pinched as he sucked on the other.
Her nails raked lightly over his scalp, down to his shoulders. When she flattened her palms over his spine and pulled him even closer, his heart did that thing again. The warm, hard pulse was as unfamiliar as having sex with someone he’d actually spent more than a few fleeting moments with.
“I want you. You’re so big.” She slipped her hand between them and gripped his cock. “So hard.”
Dammit. Of course he forgot to grab one of the condoms he carried in his go bag. He had some at all times, but seldom used them.
His bag sat by the dresser a few feet away, but that meant leaving the bed—and the beautiful woman stretched out there.
He pushed upward, hovering over her. Looking down into her eyes, he took in the dark brown hues that made him think of kaleidoscopes from his childhood. The coffee and chocolate colors seemed placed by an artist in a pattern that he could study for hours and hours.
“Sophie…”
“Yes?” Her response came out a bit breathless.
“Do you pleasure yourself?”
He felt surprise ripple through her.
She tucked her chin down in shyness. “Yes.”
Damn, that was fucking adorable. And hot. He drowned in images of what she must look like giving herself release.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
She blinked down at him. “Is that an…order?”
His lips quirked at one corner. He rolled to the side of the bed and gained his feet. While he crossed the bed to locate his stock of condoms, he kept her trained in his gaze.
“That’s an order, Sophie.”
Her ribs inflated on the deep inhalation she took. Slowly, she twitched her fingers down the flat of her stomach, toward that enticingly bare mound. With his focus riveted to her, he unzipped the bag and plunged a hand into an inside pocket where he knew the condoms would be.
Without shifting his gaze from her, he grabbed a handful…just as Sophie dipped two fingers into her pussy.
He froze, hand half out of the bag and his tongue halfway down his throat after damn near swallowing it.
Seeing her arch under her own touch would kill him.
In two strides he reached the bed. He dropped the condoms on the nightstand and ripped one open just as Sophie plunged her fingers back into her pussy.
A soft moan escaped her. “Like…this?”
When she scissored her fingers apart, stretching her pussy, he almost shot his load right there.
“Fuck! You’re so damn sexy.”
As though encouraged by his words, she pulled her fingers free and swirled them around her clit, over and over again, until he could stand it no more.
In one quick jerk of his fist, he slid the condom in place and then braced himself over her. With their lips inches apart, he studied the flush of pleasure and probably a bit of shyness on her cheeks.
She reached between their bodies and gripped his cock at the base, angling it between her splayed legs right where they both needed it most.
When the heat of her pussy brushed the tip of his cock, he bit off a groan. She rocked her hips to take him.
And he slid home.
The first thrust claimed his mind with a swiftness he never saw coming.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in with a seeking kiss.
The tight knot of desire settled in his gut yanked even tighter. With a slow glide, he withdrew from her.
Sucking in a gasp, she tightened her inner walls to hold him inside.
“Fuck, Professor.” He gritted his teeth against the urge to blow.
Every roll of his hips, she matched with a soft thrust of hers. Their moans increased with the tempo. He drove his cock deep. She let out a cry.
When she skated her fingers down his spine, he thrust harder, faster.
Her inner walls contracted around him, gripping him. Milking him.
He was right on the edge, and Sophie’s sharp cry threw him over the edge. She bucked into him with each contraction that unraveled him.
A jet of cum burst out in a hard pulse, then another. Leaning in, he fused his mouth with hers and let go.
After long seconds, what they’d just done slammed him back to reality.
They’d agreed—one time only.
Or was it one night?
Did he care about keeping Sophie at arm’s length? What they did in private was nobody’s business but their own. His only order was to find the man behind the cryptograms, and Sophie’s, to decipher them. Whatever they chose to do in the hours between shouldn’t matter.
She stared up at him, her eyes hooded with the pleasure they’d just shared. “I like it when you call me professor.”
His chest welled with warmth he should not be feeling at those words. Hell, he shouldn’t be calling her any endearments at all.