Chapter 1 #2
“Twelve hours,” she said, giving him a warning look. “So don’t go getting any damn ideas, Romono.”
That warning came too hard, too late. And she must have realized that because the tension in the tiny room was practically a physical entity, heavy and suffocating.
He knew she must feel it too. Allowing his lust full rein, he closed the remaining distance between them, cornering her against the cold steel of the door.
He was surprised she made no move to threaten him with her weapon or even try to knee him.
Her failure to stop him assured him the attraction was not his alone.
He towered over her by a good six inches, but she didn’t shrink back.
Instead, she tilted her head up, meeting his stare with a ferocious intensity.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Romano? ”
“Twelve hours is a very long time to be trapped in a box,” he murmured, bracing one large hand against the metal right beside her head. “Do you have any ideas how we can pass the time?”
“Don’t push your luck, assassin,” she warned. However, her voice had lost its sharp edge, replaced by a breathy, husky timbre that made his cock twitch violently against the heavy fabric of his tactical pants.
Although he’d never heard of her before the briefing, the fact that Rossi had trusted her as his last line of defense spoke volumes. She was clearly more than capable of handling unwanted male attention. Since she made no effort to do so, he had all the answer he needed.
He didn’t tease, nor did he ask permission.
He pressed his groin against her, allowing her to feel his cock coming to full attention.
Then, leaning down, he crashed his mouth over hers in a bruising, violent kiss that forced a ragged gasp from her throat.
For a split second, she froze, as if caught off guard or unsure how to respond.
Then, the primal energy of the shootout and the terrifying reality of their confinement ignited between them like a tossed match in a gasoline-soaked swamp.
She raised her hands to his chest, grabbed handfuls of his black tactical shirt, and pulled him aggressively against her lush curves. Hell, yeah!
Opening her mouth, she welcomed what he knew she must view as the invasive sweep of his tongue. But damn, she tasted like heaven. Groaning deep in his chest, he crushed his lips against hers, while slowly grinding his hips against hers.
Then it was on. He wanted her naked, and she seemed to share the thought because they fought like animals to strip off their cumbersome tactical gear.
He yanked the heavy Kevlar vest over her head, discarding it onto the concrete floor with a dull thud.
Her undershirt followed, ripping at the seams as his impatient hands tore the fabric away to reveal a black lace bra struggling to contain her massive breasts.
She matched his urgency, her fingers tearing at the buckles of his tactical rig, pushing the heavy material off his shoulders, baring his heavily tattooed chest to what he could only call an appreciative gaze.
“God, you are absolutely magnificent,” he rasped, his accent thickening as he reached around her back to unhook the clasp of her bra.
The delicate lace fell away, and her heavy breasts spilled freely into his waiting hands.
They were perfectly round, full, and incredibly soft, topped with dark, tight nipples that practically begged for his attention.
He lowered his head, taking one thick tip into his mouth.
He sucked hard, drawing a sharp, high-pitched moan from her as she arched her back, burying her fingers in his hair.
“Yes,” she breathed out, her thick thighs shifting restlessly against his legs. “Fuck! Yes!”
He dragged his wet tongue over her nipple, gently biting the sensitive flesh before moving to lavish equal attention on the other breast. His hands drifted lower, mapping the deep curve of her waist before palming the astonishing flare of her hips.
Squeezing the dense, soft meat of her round ass, he lifted her slightly off the ground.
Draping her powerful, thick thighs over the backs of his, she locked her ankles together, pressing her heated center directly against the rigid length of his erection.
Desperate to fuck her, he carried her the two short steps to the military cot, following her down onto the thin mattress.
The metal frame squeaked in protest under their combined weight.
She felt mind-numbingly good under him, but he needed more.
Rising, he quickly unfastened her tactical belt and shoved her heavy pants down her legs.
She kicked the boots and fabric away, leaving herself naked except for a tiny scrap of black lace panties.
The sight of her dark, flawless skin laid out against the olive drab of the cot made his mouth go dry.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, a fierce, curvy goddess trapped in a bunker, eager to be fucked.
Sliding his hand down her flat stomach, he hooked a single finger under the waistband of her panties and tore the flimsy lace straight down the middle.
She gasped as the air hit her dripping wet pussy. He saw that she was already slick with arousal, her natural juices glistening in the dim emergency light. Dropping to his knees, he gripped her thick thighs, spreading them wide open to expose her to his hungry gaze.
Her hips jerked up, as if eager for what was coming.
Lowering his face, he pressed his mouth firmly against her soaking wet pussy and inhaled deeply. God damn, her scent was more alluring than any woman he’d ever eaten. And he was suddenly starving.
She moaned softly, throwing her head back against the thin pillow as his tongue traced the slick folds of her slit.
He lapped aggressively at her, drinking deeply from her dripping well.
Pinning her hips down to the mattress with his hands, he ruthlessly targeted her clit, sucking the nub into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it with rapid, punishing speed.
“Fuck!” she screamed, her nails digging into the thin mattress cover as a violent shiver wrecked her entire frame.
He groaned against her wetness, loving her incredibly raw, visceral taste.
Pushing two thick fingers deep inside her tight pussy, he began to pump in and out, mimicking the brutal rhythm he intended to use with his cock.
The tight, slick walls of her interior squeezed around his digits, milking him as she ruthlessly ground her hips upward against his mouth.
He kept his tongue fastened tightly to her clit, drawing out the pleasure until her breath turned into desperate, ragged sobs.
“That’s enough,” she moaned, looking down at him with wild, glazed eyes. “I need you. I need your cock inside my pussy. Right now.”
Pulling back just enough to look at her beautiful face, he smiled. “I’m going to ruin you for every other man, tesoro.”
“Then do it instead of talking about it!”
Quickly rising to his feet, he shoved his tactical pants and underwear down his thighs, freeing his shaft. It sprang forward, hard as steel and weeping a drop of pre-cum at the thick tip. He kicked off his boots and socks.