Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Soft, sinful sweeps of his tongue had Rory writhing on the bed.
Her thighs were positioned on each side of Chris’s head, legs draped over his shoulders, as he went down on her.
Pricks of almost painful need and intensity built inside her while he drove her freaking wild with his mouth.
Her ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor before her, worshipping her with his tongue.
They’d made love earlier in the evening, and it’d been more incredible than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
And then they had to face reality and work. Talk smuggling. Traffickers. Avoid a few calls from her brother (yeah, maybe she had some avoidance issues like Jesse).
But when midnight approached, Chris whispered into her ear he needed to steal her for a few minutes. Bear was left under the supervision of A.J. and Liam in the living room while Chris whisked Rory back to their suite.
As it turned out, he didn’t steal her time. He stole her breath. As well as her heart.
No, he didn’t steal my heart. Wrong word. She’d given it to him. Freely and unconditionally.
And now, after he’d kissed every inch of her heated skin, devoting more time and attention to her scars, he tortured her in the most amazing way with his mouth.
“I want you everywhere. In every position.” She gripped the bedspread at her sides, her fingers curling into the fabric as she resisted coming too soon.
Chris released his mouth and stood, and she nearly cried in protest but then remembered she’d requested sex.
He offered her his hand, which she gladly took, and gently pulled her to her feet. “So gorgeous,” he whispered.
Rory let out a surprised laugh when he gripped her hand and lightly pushed her away only to lift her arm above her head and guide her into a twirl. She laughed again when he used the momentum to spin her to his chest.
“You’ve got some moves, mister,” she teased as she ran her short nails down his washboard abs.
He growled and lightly cupped her jaw, then shifted closer to ease his tongue into her mouth, giving her a taste of her pussy. “Ride me,” he commanded, then returned to the bed and positioned himself with his back to the headboard. She followed the sailor’s orders and climbed on to straddle him.
Alpha in the bedroom. Yes, please.
“I have an idea,” she purred. Purred? This man was turning her into a sex kitten. She flipped around so her back was to him. With a coy look over her shoulder, she set her hands to his thighs and positioned herself at the head of his cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed as she sank onto him, giving him a perfect view of her ass. His fingertips bit into her hips as she leaned forward and moved up and down, providing him a ride with a view.
Chris glided his hands up her sides and around to cup her breasts before pinching her nipples between his fingers. The tight press of his chest to her back, his broad shoulders and strong arms surrounding her like she was a precious gift, was more sensual than she could have imagined.
Oh my God, this man. He kept pushing her to the edge only to back off. She was going to scream in frustration, not giving a damn about who might hear her. And then he slid one hand down from her breasts to her wet center and used his thumb on her clit as she rode him.
Rory closed her eyes, her orgasm on the verge of cresting, her body tightening and clenching. And when Chris pinched her nipple again, she screamed out his name in climax, and he came with her.
When he set a kiss to her shoulder, she looked back and gave him her mouth.
“I want shower sex next,” she whispered, and he grinned.
And before she knew it, he was pounding her against the shower wall, threatening the integrity of the glass as he took her hard and fast.
And then they were in the closet for who knew what reason. Expensive clothing fell to the floor, padding her hands and knees as he drove into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other pressing down on her back.
It was hot. He was hot. This is hot. Her brain was mush because the only word in her head was hot.
Stamina, the man had an incredible amount.
She was breathing hard once they landed back onto the bed. Sweaty and spent. Her body like rubber.
Chris nudged her legs farther open. “Not done with you quite yet.” He dragged his palms up the inside of her legs before he found her sore sex.
“Fucking incredible.” He lowered himself down her body, setting his mouth to her sensitive skin, finishing what he’d started when they’d run away to their room for a “quick break” that had turned into thirty minutes of ecstasy. Or maybe an hour.
She’d lost track of time as they made love all over the room like they were sex-starved maniacs.
She palmed her breasts and squeezed the flesh as she watched him. “I was planning to go down on you, and you keep distracting me.”
He lifted his mouth from her center, eyes meeting hers. “You dissatisfied?” he asked, a smile in his hooded gaze.
She reached for his head and gripped his hair, directing him back to her sex. “You’re always so funny,” she teased, then moaned when he dragged his tongue along her seam, licking and sucking.
“You’ve officially ruined my vibrator for me, in case you were wondering. And I’ll never be able to take a shower again without thinking of that amazing thing you did to me in there.”
“Mmm.” He lifted his mouth again, that devious and naughty spark in his eyes. “Must have liked it since you told me to do it two more times.” He playfully waggled his brows. “And I’m sure I can find a better use for your vibrator. Maybe a back massager. You won’t need it for down here, I promise.”
“Oh, really?” she mused, releasing his hair. Her fingers trailed down the center of her body, and her palm splayed over her abdomen. “And when you’re traveling for one of those operations for the President, what am I supposed to do? Read a book?”
“Okay, maybe then,” he compromised, one eye closed. “But think of me?”
“I’ll rename it Little Chris in your honor,” she giggled, bringing a hand to cover her mouth.
He dropped his forehead to her thigh as if distraught to hear the words “little” and “Chris” in the same sentence.
And his dramatics had her laughing again.
“You know, so I can keep you with me all the time.”
“All the time?” He lifted his head, a smirk playing across his lips. “How would you get anything done if you’re constantly m—”
“Seriously, though, who do you think I’ve been fantasizing about when I touch myself since we met back in June?”
He planted a kiss to her hip and worked his lips higher up her body, inching his mouth over her skin, then he cupped a hand over her sex once his face was level with hers. “Let me guess, me?”
“Well, close. Captain America.” She chuckled, and he pinched her nipple.
“I—” Chris let go of his words at the rap on their door.
“Hey, you guys alive in there? The lights are on, so I know you’re not sleeping.” It was A.J. At least he was already too late to cockblock them.
“You need us?” Chris called out.
“Nah, I just thought it’d be fun to knock on your door at zero one hundred,” A.J. said, his voice husky as if either tired or fighting back a laugh.
So, it had been an hour. Oops.
“What’s up?” Chris grumbled.
“We have news.”
A.J.’s announcement startled them both and had Chris quickly searching for his sweatpants.
“Meet us back in the living room on the second floor in five,” A.J. said, then added, “That, uh, enough time?”
Definitely not. Rory wasn’t shy, but she felt her cheeks growing warm at the thought that A.J., who was like a brother to her, knew exactly what she and Chris had been doing.
“That’s fine. Thanks.” Chris set his hands to his hips and eyed Rory. “I guess we let time get away from us. Surprised Bear didn’t beat down the door.”
“Probably asleep on Liam’s lap. They’ve bonded.
” Rory stood and stretched, her body tight in some places and Jell-O in others.
“I’m gonna wash the smell of sex off me before I go upstairs to find out what new bomb they’ve discovered.
” From the moment she arrived at Carter’s place, it’d been one blast after another, so she had to assume something big was about to explode.
Chris rounded the bed once his sweats were on and nuzzled her ear. “Well, you smell damn good to me.” He kissed her cheek, then started for the door.
She waited for him to leave, then rinsed off in the shower before dressing in gray cotton drawstring shorts and a tank top with a built-in bra, one that was probably made for working out. Whoever shopped had been thorough.
When Rory entered the second-floor living room, she found Chris, Roman, Jessica, and Harper in what looked to be a deep discussion at a table in one corner of the room.
Liam sat on the couch, legs stretched out, boots on the coffee table, and Bear snoozing beside him.
Rory had to smile at the way Bear’s head lay in Liam’s lap, and his paws twitched.
The pup was probably dreaming about taking down bad guys.
Liam looked as if he were about to doze off, too.
His hand rested on the keyboard of a laptop sitting next to him on the couch.
“Where’s everyone? Shouldn’t they be here for the news?” Rory crossed the room to join Chris.
“We’ll update them soon. We wanted to talk to you first,” Harper said, and yup, a bomb was going to drop. She felt the vibrations beneath her feet. “Sit.”
Chris pulled out the chair for her, and the five of them squeezed in at the four-person table.
Harper turned the laptop so Chris and Rory could share the view of the screen—a map of the world with lines crisscrossing every which way.
“Is this that thing you were talking about back on Mona Island?” Chris asked her. “That the trafficking network is like a series of toll roads, and trying to find a smuggler is like trying to find a needle in a haystack?”