Chapter 15 #2
“The only thing I’d regret is not taking this opportunity while we have it. I want you. I want this. One night.” She tried to pull back her hand, but he wouldn’t release it. “Only if it’s what you want too.”
“What I want?” He groaned. “I’ve been desperately trying not to think about how good you felt against me earlier. You were hypothermic while I’ve been battling a raging hard-on that won’t quit.”
Her brows hiked in surprise. “Seriously?”
He took her hand and slid it down his body until it reached his cock, which flexed against her fingers. “What do you think?”
She curled her fingers around him, and he groaned at her touch.
“You were planning to sleep like that?”
“I was hoping it would go away before anyone noticed.”
She leaned close to his ear. “I can make it go away.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered. “I don’t know that you can.”
“Oh, trust me on this.”
He opened his eyes. Something flared there for a second. Something she couldn’t read. “I do trust you. I trust you implicitly.”
She grinned. “Well, the least I can do is try to help. A public service, really.”
“An act of mercy.” He clenched his jaw as she began to explore him.
He kissed her, sinking his hand around her nape, into her hair, and pulling her mouth closer.
Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then tangled and played as they got to know each other in a whole new way. He tasted of wood smoke and mint tea, and his grip on her felt fierce and unbreakable.
She loved it.
Her hands roved over his smooth skin and discovered lean muscle, rough body hair, two flat nipples that she wanted to tease.
His mouth pressed tender caresses over her eyelids, cheeks, lips. Despite the strength of his hold, his movements were gentle, as if she might break. But she was stronger than that. Way stronger.
His one hand drifted downward to cup her breasts through the wool of her underwear, searching for and finding their sensitive tips.
She moaned as he teased each nipple, her sex clenched, and her toes curled as a wave of pleasure shimmered through her.
It felt like the beginning of something beautiful, and she wanted it all.
Somehow, she wriggled her way out of the long-sleeved T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
She heard his moan of satisfaction as he lowered his mouth to her nipples and sucked each dusky tip until she thought she might go mad with desire.
He shifted so he was on top, his weight parting her legs. He paused. “Is this okay?”
She bit her lip and nodded. It was better than okay.
He settled there, his impressive erection pressed against her clit, rocking gently back and forth as he cradled her face and kissed her.
Anticipation grew as she tried to shift closer. “Hmm. That feels good.”
“This? This is nothing. An appetizer. Wait until you get to the main course.” His smile was confident and slightly boyish as a dimple hit the left side of his lips.
“Don’t make promises you can’t live up to, Operator Black.”
“Oh, I think you’ll find I thrive on a challenge, Ranger Deacon.”
She grinned, feeling freer than she had in a long time.
“Damn, now I’m too hot.” He rose up to remove his shirt, showcasing the sort of body that graced calendars.
She touched his tanned skin. She’d seen him shirtless earlier but had been in no condition to appreciate his pure physical beauty. “Boy, you must all work out really hard at the FBI.” Her fingers reached for his erection. “Really hard.”
It was corny, but he laughed.
“Nah. That’s just me. I’m way more built than the rest of those losers.”
“Those Brazilian genes giving you a macho boost, huh?”
“Damn straight.” His eyes danced as his body went taut.
“You must spend hours fighting off your admirers.”
“Some days I can barely get outside my apartment, but I find right now, I have eyes only for a certain blonde with a stubborn chin.”
She opened her mouth to defend her chin, but he kissed her again, then grazed her neck and the sharp jut of her collarbone.
His lips moved lower, worshipping her breasts, teasing her until she moaned in pleasure.
She was no longer cold. Her skin sizzled with desire.
Her blood raced around her veins with gleeful abandon.
Her fingers dug into his hair and tugged him back upward. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed more. He looked up, a satisfied glint in those onyx eyes.
“Can I help you?” He used that stern disapproving tone that would, under other circumstances, make her want to smack him.
“Possibly, but you’re gonna need to move a little lower.”
He smirked. “A part of me wants to test that theory but considering everything you went through today, I’ll take pity on you. Patience, Nora. I’ve got this.”
He moved back down her body, inch by delicious inch. He wasn’t to be rushed, which was annoying on one level and a turn-on on another.
He eased her leggings down, and she kicked them off. Then he sank his hot tongue straight over her clit and deep into her core in one long lick.
Ooh.
She bowed upward, trying to find purchase on the slippery surface.
Something to anchor herself to. He seemed to sense her need and found her hands.
Pulling her to him as he hooked her knees over his shoulders and used his mouth on her, his beard rasping against her inner thighs, until she was quaking, but not with cold.
Not this time. It was lust and that growing need for more.
More and more and more.
He licked and sucked until she cried out in pleasure. He kept the rhythm, and she found herself soaring up and over that cliff’s edge, crying out as she shattered into a thousand tiny pieces of pleasure and crash-landed on the ground below.
She lay there panting as he made his way up her body, moisture on his face, a gleam in his eye that said he wasn’t done.
She wasn’t done either. “There are condoms in the first aid kit.”
He reached over and dug into one of the pockets of his backpack. “We carry them for emergencies.”
“Emergency fucks?”
“Ranger Deacon.” He chuckled, and she felt it in every part of her body. “You have a dirty mouth. I like it.” He came back with a strip and tore one off impatiently, tossing the others aside. “For emergency water storage.”
“Sure, Jan.”
“Ha, I don’t know who Jan is, but trust me, HRT operators don’t normally get the opportunity to have sex when we’re on assignment.” He got a look on his face that suggested he was about to have second thoughts.
She took the packet out of his hand and tore it open. “Then we should make the most of something that will probably never happen again.”
She held his gaze as she slid the condom over the velvet length of his rigid cock.
His jaw clenched, his eyes so dark she couldn’t tell where the pupils ended and the irises began.
She made room for him between her thighs and then bit her bottom lip when he didn’t move. Had he changed his mind?
“Are you sure about this, Nora? Really sure?”
Tears pricked the back of her eyes. The fact he was confirming consent after she’d sheathed him with a condom had emotion wedged at the back of her throat. She nodded and reached down to put him exactly where she wanted him to be. “I’m sure.”
He pressed forward slowly, eased into her, his gaze on hers, seeming to catalogue every micro-expression, never missing a detail as she sucked in a breath and then sighed, drawing her knees up and taking him as deep as he could go.
He swore and held himself still for a moment, inhaling a big breath. “That feels almost too good. It’s been a long time for me.”
Then he slid a hand to cradle her head and moved slowly back before pushing forward again. Gently, tenderly.
His gaze found hers again, and she wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.
The way he watched her, the way he constantly checked that she was into this, that she was enjoying this.
It was almost as if he knew her past, but that was impossible.
It must be those Brazilian genes or the fact he was one of the rarest of things—a good man and an excellent lover.
His pace increased, and he seemed to know exactly how to maximize her pleasure. Her fingers dug into his back, then his ass. Pulling him as deep as he could go.
She wanted this to continue forever, and yet the prize was right there, begging for her to take it, to leap, to fall, to jump into that abyss that was all for greedy pleasure and blinding bliss.
“I hope you’re close.” His voice was deep and guttural. “I can’t hang on for much longer.”
His words elicited something inside her, or maybe it was the way he grabbed her ass and ground against her sex with each powerful thrust.
She couldn’t speak, but she closed her eyes as every muscle in her body clenched into one long, incredible wave of pleasure. Her orgasm triggered his, and she felt him pulse inside her, sparking another wave for her as he roared out a cry.
They both lay there, boneless and stunned for a few moments in the aftermath.
He reared up and seemed about to speak, but she placed her fingers to his lips. That might have been the most perfect sex of her life, and she didn’t want either of them to ruin it with words.
He shifted so he was on his back, dealt with the condom, then drew her against him so she was lying on top of his chest. He adjusted the covers so she was warm and snuggled in his arms, and she didn’t know the last time she’d felt this amazing or good about anything except her dog, who had shifted to lie beside Sebastian’s pack.
There was a softness to Sebastian, hidden beneath the hard layer of skilled operator.
A kindness. It drew her more than the good looks and sculpted body, even more than his innate competence.
She hadn’t expected that vulnerability, but somehow she’d known it was there, hidden away like some terrible secret.
It made him dangerous to her hard-earned feeling of security, very dangerous.