Hitting Xtremes (Xtreme Ops Book 1)

by Em Petrova

  He saw her installed in a hotel room, and his men took shifts guarding her door. Right now, that man was him.

  He stood just outside the room, thinking of her sleeping or showering or just taking in some well-deserved relaxation.

  Who was he kidding? The woman was probably busy finding a way out. He wouldn’t put it past her to be forcing open the window right now.

  Tipping his head, he listened hard but heard nothing from within.

  From another part of the small hotel, he heard employee chatter but tuned it out. A man wearing jeans and a shirt with the hotel logo stepped into view, saw him standing outside the door and slowly approached.

  “Are you locked out of your room?” he asked.

  “No. Thanks.”

  Whatever look he wore sent the man heading back where he came from. Penn grunted and ran his hand over his face. Fatigue nagged at him, and he shoved it down. He needed a bed of his own—all the guys had headed off to theirs—but Penn said he would take first watch over Cora.

  I can watch her from her bed.

  He issued a low groan. The last thing she needed was him dallying with her more. For the first time in days, she had a semi-comfortable bed, rather than a freezing pallet, and a hot shower. She deserved to rest, and that meant he must keep his distance from her or neither of them would ever sleep.

  So why the hell was he lifting a hand to knock on her door?

  The light rap seemed to vibrate through his entire system, disrupting brainwaves apparently.

  He shouldn’t want to enter her room, plant his mouth over hers or lower her to the mattress.

  As he started to turn, the door opened.

  “Penn?”

  He swung back.

  Fuck.

  Looking at her damn near had him skidding out of control and he hadn’t laid a hand on her yet.

  She braced a hand on the doorframe. Her hair was damp from her shower, her cheeks rosy. And for the first damn time ever, he saw her figure without half a dozen layers.

  His heart tripped faster, and he felt his boots scuff across the thin commercial carpet to reach her. Looking down into her eyes, he attempted to come up with some excuse for knocking.

  Blue-gray eyes searched his. She didn’t speak—only closed her hand around his shirt front and pulled him inside.

  Helpless against her, he could do nothing but close the door. She didn’t release him. A long minute ticked by where neither of them moved.

  His throat clicked with his hard swallow. “I should leave you alone,” he rasped.

  Wordlessly, she went on tiptoe. The brush of her plump lips against his shredded the last of his argument.

  With a growl, he shoved her against the door and crushed his mouth upon hers with all the force he’d been holding in for countless hours.

  A soft noise of wanting escaped her, and he garnered a moan with the flick of his tongue over hers. She threaded her fingers into his hair, tugging with increasing insistence until she yanked. The restless shifting of her hips drove him goddamn crazy, and he jammed his knee between her thighs.

  She rocked down on his muscle, leaving a warm trace of the scorching heat he knew he’d find once he stripped off her clothes.

  Tearing his mouth free, he stared at her, breathing hard. “This could end quick—too quick. I don’t want that. I want to…” he dipped his gaze to her body that seemed to be so scantily clad without all her layers of winter clothes, “…see you.”

  “I want to see you too.” Her gaze zigzagged down his face, shirt front and landed on the bulge in his pants.

  He issued a growl. Slamming his forearms onto the door, he cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “I’ve never wanted someone this way.”

  “Me either.” Tentatively, she trailed her fingers down his chest and lingered on his abs. His long-sleeved shirt hardly proved to be any barrier at all between them after their time in the wilderness.

  He pushed off the door. They faced each other, and damn if it didn’t feel like the first time he’d ever set eyes on her. A pink flush climbed her cheeks and settled there like winter roses he’d once seen blooming in a conservatory in Alberta.

  He skated his gaze over the damp tendrils of her streaky blonde hair. The ends skimmed just below her collarbone but didn’t reach her breasts, and the wisps on her forehead had dried. She bit into her plush lip, and his slow burn shot to full inferno.

  Slow. If you’re doing this, you’re taking your time.

  He continued to study her like the work of art she was. He shouldn’t be surprised she wore a red thermal top after seeing her red parka. The cloth molded to her toned upper body and clung to her rounded breasts. Her waist was a tiny cinched thing and on her bottom half, she wore what could pass as black skiwear in any other part of the world, but here in Alaska, probably served as any woman’s wardrobe staple.

  When he reached the bottom, he smiled at finding her socked feet.

  He chuckled. “Without your boots, you’re actually smaller than I thought.”

  She dipped her head with what he could only guess to be shyness. “Yes. Average height without those snow treads.”

  He caught the point of her chin in his fingers and raised her face. “Perfect,” he whispered.

  A quiet gasp burst out, and she surged onto tiptoe. This time she kissed him, he felt all the tension in her quivering body.

  God, yes. She needed loved in all ways and if this was their final night together, he would leave his mark on her to remember him by.

  He cupped her backside and lifted her. She immediately wrapped her legs around him as he turned for the queen bed. As he swept his tongue inside her mouth, a dark pressure of desire closed in around him. He wanted this woman hard, fast, soft and slow, forward, backward and all positions in between.

  They toppled to the bed with her still clinging to his neck, her legs locked around his waist, with his erection shoved against her pussy.

  She moaned, and he answered with a growl of desire. As she stretched upward, pressing into him, her eyelids shuttered, leaving him staring down at the bliss playing over her face like the northern lights across the sky.

  “Sweet angel,” he murmured, catching her earlobe between his teeth. It was dainty, so fragile. Everything about her was so small and delicate compared to him. He could break her so easily.

  Pushing up onto his elbows, he went still as she rubbed against him. Each brush of her crotch made him harder until he felt his cock would burst from his pants.

  She opened her eyes. Their gazes clashed a second before he took control of her mouth. This kiss devoured. He dipped his tongue in and out of her sweetness and turned his head to plunge deeper until they were both frantic. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, and soft pleas burst from her.

  “Penn. I need you. Take me.”

  “Fuck, Angel. I don’t know if I can go easy.” He grasped her hand and placed it over his fly to prove how far gone he was.

  Her eyes widened and then she shivered. “Nobody asked you to go easy. I can handle you.”

  His lips quirked at the corner. “I have no doubt of that.” He shoved onto his knees to put a little distance between them before he lost his grip. A single brush in the wrong direction would have him shooting off before he wanted.

  He closed his hands around her small waist, exploring the size and shape of her. Easing his hands upward, he stretched his fingers over her ribs, the band of her bra, and then he breached the cups.

  As he cradled her breasts, she shuddered and moaned out. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, eyes hazy with wanting.

  “I won’t, Angel, not until you’re screaming for me.” He claimed her mouth again and closed his fingers around her straining nipples. She came off the bed, arching and crying out at his teasing touch. He varied the pressure of his fingers, from barely clasped around her taut buds to pinching hard.

  Gasping, she yanked at his shirt too. In a flurry, they peeled their garments off. Her top and bra landed on the flo
or, and she whipped his shirt across the room. Their mouths collided again in a heated swirl of tongues and nipping bites. When he broke the kiss to explore, she twisted her hands in the covers.

  Inhaling deeply, he learned the taste of her throat. Her pulse point under his tongue gave him a primal feeling of protectiveness he could barely understand. With each inch between her lips and breasts he explored, the woman got into his blood.

  She watched him as he dragged the tip of his tongue between the slopes of her breasts. As he moved to her right nipple, lashing it lightly with his tongue, and to the left one for the same treatment, she sucked in her breath and held it.

  He teased her bud between his lips, mouthing her softly before gently biting down on her tender flesh.

  She flattened her palm on his nape to push him down for more. Hell—he’d never been with a woman who made the same demands he did, and fuck if it didn’t turn him on more than he’d ever been in his life.

  He sucked on her nipple, pulling it outward until the pink tip strained. He released it and moved to her other.

  “Pennnn.” Her body seemed to hum beneath him. His cock pounded in time with his thundering heart. He’d be lucky to get inside her before he lost control, but he wasn’t about to stop exploring Cora either.

  She writhed when he drew on her nipple the same as he had the first. Then he released her and dragged his jaw between her breasts, down to her navel. The tiny depression was as lovely as the rest of her, and of course he had to run his tongue around the perimeter before he pulled out the stretchy waistband of her pants. He stared at the holly red panties with a white stripe around the band. Obviously a favorite color of hers, and now his as well.

  “This is the first time I’m going to see all of you.” A command edged his voice.

  She looked into his eyes. “I’m ready.”

  Did she understand he meant more? Did he even understand it himself—this need to expose her to him, stripping away more than her clothes? What an asshole he was, demanding so much from her, yet he refused to stop or even slow down as he drew off her pants and socks and finally, those holly red panties.

  Her pussy was a tiny V of pale brown curls. Between the damp hair, he saw her pink inner folds, and nestled at the top, the pearl of her clit.

  He issued a throaty groan and dropped his cheek to her thigh, his mouth inches from her core. “Spread your legs for me, Angel.”

  She let them fall apart.

  “That’s it. Farther.” He almost lost it over the sight of her soaking wet seam. “Fuck!” Settling between her legs, he used his thumb and forefinger on her outer lips to spread her to him. Then slowly, he lowered his tongue to her wetness.

  The fragile folds parted around the point of his tongue as he dragged it up through her sweet juices to her straining nubbin. He teased it with the barest hint of a lick.

  “Oh God!” She dug her fingers into his scalp as her stomach muscles leaped.

  With a gentle flick, he tasted the small bundle of nerves. She bucked upward, and he planted the heel of his hand on her belly and spread her to him using his thumb and forefinger again.

  He buried his face in her sweet pussy, drinking in her flavors, scents and collecting all her cries. She trembled, and the bed shook. When she came apart for him, everybody in the hotel would know who was loving her, he’d make damn sure of that.

  “Don’t come yet, Angel. Can you hold off?” He clasped his lips around her clit again and worried it lightly.

  “Penn!”

  “You wanna come?”

  She thumped the bed with a small fist. “Yesssss.”

  “You need to come, but only for me. Is that right?” Making demands of her like this was unfair and he was a real dick for even suggesting it to her while she was in the throes of pleasure. He still couldn’t stop himself.

  “Uhhh.” She thrashed her head on the mattress, and her hair trailed over her eye.

  Penn drew on her clit, making it swell into his mouth with each sucking pull. When he released her, she held her hips in the air as if waiting for more.

  He slipped his fingers between her folds and parted her for him until he saw the sweet entrance to her pussy and below that, her small pucker. His rock-hard cock gave hard pulsation that threatened his control, and he pulled back before he lost it.

  He closed his eyes, staving off his orgasm.

  She’d have none of it. She sat up and threw herself at him, launching them both onto the bed. She went straight for his waistband and in seconds had his cock in hand. The hammering of his pulse seemed to engulf his shaft too. He saw it jerk up and down in her soft palm.

  “What if I want to suck you?” she whispered.

  He closed his eyes. Jesus, she was killing him. When he opened his eyes, he saw the eager flick of her tongue across her lower lip and nearly came there and then.

  “Cora…Angel…”

  She didn’t wait for his response—she wiggled down his body and opened her mouth over his erection. He watched the mushroomed head vanish between her open lips for all of two seconds before throwing her onto her back and pinning her hands to the mattress.

  Her eyes registered surprise, and then she smiled.

  Hell, if she kept this up, he wouldn’t just come—he’d start spouting off how he felt about her too.

  Trapping the words in his throat, he stared into her eyes. “Fuck.”

  “What is it?” Her eyes cleared a bit.

  “Condom.” He launched off the bed and grabbed for his pants, locating the packets he’d shoved in his pocket. Any court of law would call that premeditation, but he’d call it temporary insanity.

  Looking down at Cora spread out all dewy and panting made him fumble with the condom. After two attempts he rolled the barrier over his rigid cock and moved atop her once more.

  She spread her legs wide and then set her heels into his ass. “Kiss me, Penn.”

  As Cora walked her fingers down Penn’s body, each ridge of his abs rippled. The only sound in the room was his rough breathing and the fast pulse in her ears.

  She reached between their legs and covered his fingers where they wrapped around his thick shaft. With a mewl of pleasure, she helped him rub it over her folds, up and down her pussy, bumping into her clit and then angling inside her channel at the bottom.

  He barely entered her, his cock head spreading her wider, before he stopped. “Look at me.”

  She met his stare and tumbled headlong into the depths of his dark eyes. Whatever his men claimed about Penn’s hardness vanished in the intensity of his stare. With a masterful glide, he edged his cock deep inside her. The fat head bottomed out as the thick girth stretched her around him.

  The burn of desire coupled with the deep growl he issued shot her hips up. She pushed into him, her inner walls milking his big cock.

  His rough fingers against her cheek, brushing in the most tender caress she’d ever experienced, brought a shiver from her. Whatever she felt for this man couldn’t amount to anything. He had a team to lead, would be in danger day in and out. And she…

  What did she want for her life now? She still had a bush plane and could continue to operate her father’s business. But she wasn’t certain she wanted to get in another cockpit.

  She could continue exploring remote areas of Alaska and creating video content. Though she wasn’t as savvy as many when it came to YouTube, she knew some people earned good livings off it.

  Penn dragged his lips over hers, and all thoughts fled. In the blink of an eye, her world changed, and each second she spent with Penn changed her even more.

  The fierce look in his eyes sent her heart tripping faster, and she drew him down for another kiss. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth at the same time he sank his cock deep. They shared a moan. How amazing that she didn’t need to hold back. If she never touched him again, she could walk away knowing she’d given all of herself.

  Withdrawing his cock, he also pulled his mouth free. With a hand planted on her spine,
he rolled them. She came up on top and braced her hands against his steeled chest. Seeing him from this vantage point heightened her desire until she felt the dark frenzy in her core.

  She moved restlessly and found a rhythm, gliding over his thick cock and slowly rising again until only the tip spread her. Their gazes locked. Her insides shook.

  The burning intensity in his eyes confused her. They’d never mentioned what happened after they parted ways—and they would. Something about how he looked at her told her it might not be so easy for him to wave goodbye.

  And she’d never be the same. She thought losing her mom had been a pivotal point in her life, but she hadn’t known what was coming. Now she had a world to face, had seen and done the unimaginable out there in the wilderness while searching for Yahontov. Another few days her life would change more—because she’d be in love with Penn.

  She clenched his cock all the way down his shaft, loving the sound of his rough groan. With each grind against his cock, her insides tightened, knotted…quivered.

  “I’m close,” she rasped, falling forward.

  He set the pace, rocking his cock hard and fast into her. A pulsation rocked through her, stealing her breath. She issued a squeak of surprise as the next thrust broke through that knot in her core. She unraveled with a cry, shuddering through the next few upward plunges of his cock until she reached the highest peak.

  A guttural moan escaped her, and all her past moments with Penn combined didn’t amount to how good he made her feel right this second.

  He stiffened and bucked once before she felt the hot release inside her body. His rugged face contorted, and he issued a primal shout even as he closed his hands on her upper arms and dragged her down into a tongue-dueling kiss that never slowed until the final pulsation faded.

  When she came to her senses, she found his thumb pressing down on her clit and her body responding. She ground into him, feeling his cock still rooted deep inside her and the big pad of his thumb sending shockwaves through her system.