Chapter 16
As soon as they entered Clint’s suite, Ashlin stretched behind him and pulled his polo shirt out of the back of his jeans and over his head.
He reached back and removed his holstered gun and set it on the lamp table next to the couch, then started to unbutton her blouse.
He walked forward toward the bedroom, so Ashlin did the only thing she could do as she undressed him…
walk backward. It was a dance of seduction, but neither of them needed to be seduced.
They were both naked by the time the back of her knees hit the bed.
Clint pressed his whole body against hers as he threw off the covers.
He picked her up bridal style and gently laid her on the bed, following her over.
His hand swept over one breast, tweaking the nipple, as he deftly made his way down her body and into her wet folds.
His knees spread hers further apart just before he slid into her.
“Tell me this is what you wanted when you teased me endlessly in the car service.”
“This is exactly what I wanted and hoped for,” she confessed. “Like I told you at the restaurant, if sex is like this for the rest of our lives, I can highly recommend marriage.”
“Is that the only reason you can recommend it?” Clint asked as he pumped slowly into her.
She ran her hands through his long, soft hair and grinned. “So far, I like you.”
“I should smack your ass for that.”
She could tell he felt her involuntary internal clench as he withdrew when his eyes all but rolled into his head.
When he gazed down at her, his grin was a breath away from evil. “You like the thought of that.”
She looked away before returning to his eyes. “Maybe. Kinda. Nobody has ever dared try that with me.”
He stopped and pulled out completely. His whole face transformed into a mask of seriousness.
“Two things I want to get straight right now. Number one: never again mention the sex you’ve had with other men, and I promise you I will never mention the women I’ve fucked because that’s all it was for me—”
“Fucking was all it was for me too,” she interrupted.
“Since college,” she added honestly. She’d had a pretty serious boyfriend in those days, but the emphasis was on the word boy.
He was into his own gratification and often left her wanting more.
He also couldn’t find a clitoris with a map and pictures.
He gagged when he tried to go down on her the one and only time.
That’s when her roommate introduced her to the adult toy store.
“Good to know,” he replied, then continued, “Second: if I smack your ass, because I’m going to flip you over and take you from behind right now, are you going to kill me in my sleep?”
She giggled. “Depends.” She stared at him for long seconds, then gave him a slow, cunning grin.
“I’ll let you know if I like it. If I don’t, and you do it again, pain is on the table.
Depending on how much I like you at that time will determine what kind of torture I inflict.
Keep in mind, the CIA interrogation techniques that we were taught go far beyond your Army instruction. ”
His smile was conciliatory. “No BDSM. That’s okay, I’m not into that shit, either.
” He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.
“Now, flip over. On your knees, so I can play with that clit of yours and make you come at the same time as I do. I love the flutter and grip of your walls around me when you come.” He gave her another quick kiss.
“I also love it when you fall apart in my arms and I see that satisfied grin on your face as you close your eyes. I love making you come. Your body is so reactive to my touch.”
Ashlin grinned up at him. “Why do you think I’ve kept you around this long?
” He was such a good lover and knew how to ignite her every nerve.
She leaned up and kissed him, then rolled over onto her stomach before climbing to her hands and knees.
She looked at him over her shoulder as he positioned himself between her legs.
“You can smack my ass…just once…and I’ll let you know. ”
He ran his hands up and down on the inside of her thighs, but skimmed over where she wanted to be touched most. She wanted to beg but surrendered control to him.
Although he was teasing her, she knew he would never let her go unsatisfied.
He ran his fingers down the entire length of her slit before he slid into her.
From behind was a whole different feeling.
He bent over her and stroked her clit. She liked that so much she rocked back to meet his strokes, taking him even deeper even though she had no idea how that was possible. He filled her completely.
“I’m close,” she panted.
Clint pinched her clit then rose slightly, still rubbing her bundle of nerves.
He smacked her butt cheek.
Every muscle in her body went stiff, and she felt as though she’d been pushed over the edge into ecstasy. As she fell into the depths of pleasure, Clint stiffened behind her and groaned her name.
When she opened her eyes, she was snuggled into Clint’s tight, warm embrace, her head resting peacefully against his shoulder.
“Welcome back,” he said in that low, sexy voice she loved.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That was fucking fantastic.”
Clint donned the serious mask again. “That wasn’t fucking.
That wasn’t just sex. That was making love.
You mean more to me than an orgasm. Ashlin.
” His voice deepened as he pulled her closer, practically on top of him.
His fingers raked through her hair and pushed it off her face.
“You mean more to me than I can explain. I want you in my life every day. Every night. I hate being apart from you. It’s as though a part of me is missing when you’re not here.
” He hugged her tighter and just held her for a long minute.
As she squeezed him back, she thought about every word.
He’d said everything except the three words most women wanted to hear.
She wasn’t sure she was ready to hear them, and definitely not ready to repeat them back to him.
He was too very important. Her feelings for Clint were so much more intense than she had for the boy in college.
When they’d told each other, “Love you,” it seemed like an automatic response at the end of the phone conversation with family.
Her emotions now felt more mature. Deeper. Precious.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his lengthy hair to the back of his head and pulled him down until their lips nearly met. “I know exactly how you feel because I feel the same way.”
“Thank Christ.” Their lips met in the middle for a long, slow kiss that seemed to carry more meaning than any other ever had.
When they separated, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where the jetted tub filled quickly while they kissed tenderly.
They sat in the water, her back to his chest, the bubbles too loud for them to continue the quiet conversation.
They said what they needed to say through their gentle touches as they washed off the sweat and remains of their lovemaking.
Their frequent kisses were unhurried and undemanding.
When the water cooled, they got out of the tub, dried each other off with the heated, fluffy hotel towels, and went back to bed.
She’d awoken once during the night and woke him up by sucking on his cock.
When he announced he was close, he picked her up and slid her onto him.
“Ride me, Tiger.” With her legs spread over his hips, he took advantage of the access to her clit.
He had her ready in less than two minutes.
With a hand kneading each breast, he proclaimed, “You’re close.
” He rolled her nipples and pulled on them, lightly pinching before he reached down and flicked the bottom of her clit.
Over she dove, headfirst. He pumped up from the bottom before his muscles stiffened and he pulled her down to his chest. “Ashlin, you’re mine, forever. ” His whisper faded at the end.
They fell asleep for several hours, awakening to an alarm.
She reached for the closest nightstand, grabbing for her phone to turn it off.
When she looked at the time, she flew out of bed.
“Clint, hurry. We overslept. We’ve got fifteen minutes to shower, dress, grab something from the buffet and call it breakfast before we have to meet the car. ”
Ashlin wasn’t sure how they made it, but with a chocolate donut and a chocolate muffin in one hand and coffee balancing in the other, she ducked and crawled into the back of the limousine and greeted the four other members of his team.
Clint was right behind her, with a pancake rolled around a banana and a container of milk.
“No comments,” she warned as she set her coffee in a cup holder, her gaze sweeping the other occupants.
“My men wouldn’t dare say anything,” Clint cautioned.
The minute they walked into the dark room, Kayla approached the two of them. “Katlin wants to see the three of us in her office, now.”
What a way to start the morning. Getting called into Katlin’s office was like being summoned to the principal’s office when you thought you were the only one who knew the bad thing you’d done. But their boss seemed to know everything.
She was on the phone but signaled for them to enter and pointed to three seats in front of her large, commanding desk, rather than the casual seating area to the side. She ended the call quickly and picked up one of the many files on the sleek mahogany desktop and flipped through the top pages.
“Ashlin, I called you in here because you were the one who filed the request. Kayla, Clint, you’re here because you are team co-leaders. As I understand it, things are going well in that area.”
The two leaders looked at each other and nodded. “I believe so,” Kayla offered.
“I agree,” Clint said.