by Desiree Holt
He finished resetting the security system after everyone had left, then went to find Hannah. She had wandered out to the patio, where she stood looking out at the water. The sun was just setting and cast a golden glow on the water. Boats were cruising the surface of the bay, people out for an evening ride. It was such a peaceful picture compared to the shitstorm they were caught up in.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him.
“I need to get you out on my boat,” he told her. “When this is over, we’ll get out there and cruise around. You’ll love it.”
“I glanced at it when Peyton and I were sitting out here. I’m embarrassed to say I know nothing about boats at all.”
“Don’t be. Most people don’t unless they’re boat owners or fishermen. This is what’s called a deck boat. Good for just cruising the surface of the water.”
“No big cabin cruiser?” she teased.
He shook his head. “Not my style. I can take this out for an hour or so without any complications and unwind. Of course, right now staying off the water is our best bet. Too much exposure out there.”
“You think they’d attack me from a boat? Shoot me? Try to grab me?”
“Darlin’, the more I learn about the situation, the more I think everything’s on the table. They have a lot to protect and desperation makes men do crazy things.” He squeezed her shoulders. “But I’m not going to let anything happen to you. And when this is over, when we get rid of this shit, I’ll take you for a nice long boat ride.”
She turned in his arms and looked up at him. “Will we be able to do that? I mean, really, Viper?”
He cupped her cheeks. “Galaxy always gets it done, whatever it is. Our logo says we’re your last resort, so, yeah, we can handle what no one else can. And yes, we are going to resolve this mess and get you out of it free and clear.” He brushed a kiss over her sweet, soft lips. “Meanwhile, I think you could use a very relaxing massage. What do you think?”
“I think that sounds wonderful. I could use something to get this stuff out of my mind.”
“Come on, then.”
Taking her hand, he led her through the house to his bedroom, where he began to slowly undress her. The sight of her breasts when he removed her bra, the pink nipples hardening, made his mouth water. He couldn’t help sprinkling kisses across the upper curves of each before taking a soft bite of each nipple.
Slow, he kept telling himself. Very slow. Then ease her down to the bed so you can massage the tension from her body.
“Hold on,” he told her, taking a minute to neatly pull back the covers on the bed. Then he finished removing her clothing, forcing himself to be as objective as possible, which was a hard thing for him to do. He wanted to lick every luscious curve of her body. Stroke his hands over her, and not in an objective way. Squeeze the nicely rounded curves of her breasts and slide his fingers down over her stomach until he reached the wet folds of her sex.
Jesus, Roman. Put a pin in it. She’s had a rough day and all you can think of is fucking her brains out.
When she was fully naked, he stretched her out on her stomach, head nestled on her arms.
“Close your eyes, darlin’. Just relax.”
“I’ll try.” She murmured the words into the pillow.
He knew he should keep all his clothes on. There’d be plenty of time for sex after he’d worked the tension out of her body. He couldn’t, however, seem to make himself comfortable fully dressed, so against his better judgment he stripped down to his boxer briefs and straddled her body. And swallowed. Hard. Then, gritting his teeth, he began to knead the muscles in her neck, her arms, her back. Again, he admired the excellent condition she was in. Supple, toned, but softened by the sexiness of her curves.
Of course, he guessed she had to be for the work she did. He’d done some reading up on avionics and drones while working at the table with his team. A person had to be fit to handle the long hours and the demands of her job. Whatever else she did, she obviously took time to keep herself in shape. Of course, he shouldn’t be surprised. He’d learned by talking with her over the past three days exactly how focused she was. He just hoped she kept that focus on him when this was resolved, because he had no intention of letting her walk away.
He’d been with a lot of women in his life, maybe even more than his share. He’d enjoyed almost every one of them, liked them, given and received pleasure. But he’d never had the instant connection with any of them that would make him jump into their lives like this. But for whatever reason, the minute she’d slipped onto that bar stool next to him, he’d been hooked. That kiss, which was supposed to have been just for effect, had sealed the deal. Whatever she’d needed, he was hooked.
“Are you falling asleep there?” she murmured, a touch of humor in her voice.
“Oh.” He realized he’d gotten lost in his thoughts. “Sorry about that. I’ll just—”
“No, I’ll just. Let me show you what I really need.” She rolled over onto her back so fast she took him by surprise, sat up and grabbed his face in her hand. “I need this.”
She planted her lips on his in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, thrusting her tongue inside and licking every inch of the surface. He found himself unable to do anything except hold her head in place so he could tangle his tongue with hers and fall into the kiss. When she finally broke the connection, they were both breathing heavily.
He stared at her, nearly singed by the heat in her eyes, and his lips curved in a half-smile.
“So no massage today?”
The look on her face was anything but humorous. It was hungry and needy and desperate.
“Not today. Today we have this.”
Only because she caught him off guard was she able to twist around, push him onto his back and straddle him. She sat with her sex planted firmly on his chest, the slick lips hot on his skin and sending electric charges through his body. Then she leaned forward and began to devour him.
She planted a string of slow kisses along his jawline and down the side of his neck. He tried to put his arms around her, to hold her close to him, but she pushed them aside. In fact, she gripped his wrists and dragged his hands over his head.
“Keep them there.”
Not a question. Okay, then. This was interesting.
She licked the side of his neck, punctuating the kisses with little nips with her teeth before licking the hollow of his throat and sucking it. Hard. Then she paid attention to the other side of his neck before trailing her lips over to his chest. She tugged on the soft hair with her teeth, each little pull like a sharp flash of heat right to his cock and balls.
He started to move his hands to cup her head and direct it, but she bit one of his nipples.
“Ow! Damn it!”
When she looked up at him, he couldn’t miss the hunger and heat in her eyes, the desire that was like a living thing. A pulse throbbed in his cock.
“I said, keep those hands there. I’ll tell you when to move them.”
Their first night together, he’d seen some of this in her, but not this intense. He loved it. It stunned him, but he wanted more.
She went back to his chest, licking each nipple before giving little nips to them. He couldn’t help groaning at the sensations racing through his body. He had to resist the urge to grab her, lift her and lower her onto his cock. But she’d made it obvious this was her show. She wanted the control and he was going to let her have it.
She worked her way slowly down his body, her soft lips sprinkling kisses, grazing her teeth over them. When she swirled her tongue in his navel then took a little bite of the curled flesh, he felt it everywhere in his body. Heat consumed him and every nerve sparked and flared. God! He wanted to just lift her up and slide her onto his cock right now.
She eased further down his body, sliding her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and rising to her knees as she tugged them down toward his feet. His cock sprang free as if it had been locked
in a closet, swollen and throbbing, the head a deep purple. Hannah straddled his thighs, bent down and licked the tiny drop of cum from the soft skin. Electricity shot through him and he had to grit his teeth to control himself.
“Jesus, Hannah.”
She didn’t say a word, just looked up at him and licked her lips. Then she lowered her head again to move her tongue the length of his shaft in slow strokes from tip to root, before reaching between his thighs to cup his balls. The touch of her hands was so erotic, the feel of her lips electrifying. Viper wanted to come in the worst way and she’d hardly even touched his cock.
Hannah left his boxer briefs at his ankles like a restraint so he couldn’t move his legs, and when she slid past his dick to lap the inside of his thighs, fire surged through him. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her heat, to feel her mouth close around him or the touch of her fingers squeezing his balls. But again, he dug down for his hard-earned SEAL control. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but staying still was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.
Those soft lips traveled downward, the sensation making every muscle in his body clench. Her warm breath feathered over his already heated skin, the combined sensations testing his willpower.
At last she reached for the nest of hair surrounding his dick. She sifted her fingers through it, tugging lightly, sending another burst of fire through him before finally—finally—taking him in her mouth and sliding her lips all the way down to the root. Then, gripping him with her fingers, she began the steady up and down movement, filling her mouth with him then slowly releasing him.
She did it again. And again. He was hard as a rock, the blood pulsing through the thick vein that wrapped around his shaft, and still she kept teasing him. Several strokes with her mouth, a hard, sucking motion, then she’d slow down again. He was losing his mind. He’d had a lot of women go down on him, but none this good, this natural, at the same time with an innocence that made it even hotter.
“Please, Hannah,” he begged
She looked up at him, the little smile flirting with her lips again. “Please what?”
“You know.” He ground out the words.
“Tell me,” she teased. “Say it.”
Damn! Hotter and hotter!
“Make me come.” He practically bit off the words.
Hannah did one of those slow lick things, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, took him in her mouth and began to stroke and suck the life out of him.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
He was so turned on that it took very little time before his orgasm rolled up from deep inside him. At the last moment, she eased her hand between his thighs and squeezed his balls, milking him. His dick pulsed and throbbed as he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed and sucked until she’d taken in every single drop. Then she slid her mouth slowly from root to tip, let her tongue slide over the head and released him.
Then she sat back on her heels, and in the hottest thing she’d done yet, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Okay, that was it. A man could only stand so much.
He pushed himself to a sitting position, lifted her so he could move his legs and kick off his boxer briefs, then turned them both over so she was flat on her back. Now it was his turn.
Hannah ran her tongue over her lower lip, the gesture unbelievably making his worn-out cock flex. Jesus! This woman might be the death of him. She affected him in a way no other woman ever had. It might have terrified him, except he saw how well things had worked out for Blaze and Peyton. Plus, no way in hell was he giving her up.
He bracketed her with his thighs and took a long moment to study her face. She did that thing with her tongue again, and damn! He felt himself getting hard once more.
“My turn,” he growled, but he wasn’t as soft and light as she’d been.
With his hands buried in the thick silk of her hair, he took her mouth in a hungry kiss, swirling his tongue inside over every inch and scraping her tongue with his teeth. He even nipped the tip of it a little before doing it all over again. He was ravenous to taste every inch of her. He concentrated on her jawline and the slender column of her neck, peppering it with little bites and laving them with his tongue.
He sucked the tender flesh at the hollow of her throat, pressing the tip of his tongue against the beating of her pulse there. He felt the throbbing of it all the way through his body to the tip of his awakening dick. God! Everything about her turned him on. No woman had ever affected him the way Hannah Modell did. He could devour her on a daily basis and never tire of it.
He brushed his mouth over her soft skin, trailing the line of her shoulders and the upper swell of her breasts. Bracing himself on his elbows, he drew circles around her breasts with his tongue before pulling one firm nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, hard, then closed his teeth gently over it. When he’d tormented one until it was rosy and firm, he switched to the other one. He thought he could suck on them forever, except there were other parts of her body he wanted to get to.
Hannah was moving beneath him, those sexy little moans drifting from her mouth as he attempted to devour her. The shifting of her body sent a message straight to his hungry dick. The more she moved the hotter he got. He strung kisses over her stomach, pausing the same way she had to pay attention to her navel.
She was writhing under his body now, the sounds she was making driving him crazy. He’d wanted to take more time doing this, but he was suddenly gripped with a craving to taste the sweetness of her juices. Spreading her legs wide and lifting them so they were draped over his shoulders, he opened the lips of her sex with his fingers, took a moment to inhale her scent then lapped the sweet pink flesh from top to bottom.
“Mmmmm.” The soft sound drifted from as she pushed her hips upward toward his mouth.
He did it again and again, savoring every inch of her, loving the taste that was uniquely Hannah. When he bit down gently on her swollen clit, she lifted her hips to push herself harder against his mouth. Tasting how ready she was, he slid two fingers inside her hot channel. Jesus! He thought he could come just from touching her, and how was that even possible when he’d barely had time to recover from before?
As he drew his fingers in and out in a slow, steady rhythm, Hannah clenched the walls of her sex around them, squeezing as if she were squeezing his cock. And that thought made him now completely hard and ready to go again.
Adding a third finger, he increased the pace of his strokes. Hannah dug her heels on the bed and rode his hand, those delicious moans drifting from her mouth. The spasms in her hot sex were harder and stronger now. He knew she was close, so he clamped his lips over her clit and sucked hard on it.
And just like that, she exploded, riding both his hand and his mouth as he sucked and pulled and stroked, her inner walls gripping his fingers, her sweet liquid flooding his palm. He never slowed his pace or lifted his mouth, or stopped sucking, until the last tremor rippled through her and the tension eased from her body. Her legs relaxed, her entire body in a state of lassitude. He looked up at her face, her features as relaxed as her body.
He kissed his way up from her thighs, trailing his lips up her skin until he reached her mouth.
“Good?” he asked, then ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her jaw.
“Mmm.” Her face was flushed and her eyes held a languid look.
He grinned. “Sleepy?”
“I could nap.” She breathed a soft laugh. “But not for long. Just so you know.”
He kissed her again. “Where did this wild woman come from?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Shall I send her away?”
“Not on your life.”
In an instant, he changed the kiss from gentle to fierce, thrusting his tongue deep then sucking on hers. Sliding his hands down to her breasts, he cupped them, squeezed them, molding them with his fingers. He pinched her nipples, gently at first, then harder, loving the little moans of pleasu
re they drew from her. He wanted her good and hot for what he had in mind.
Then, giving her no warning, he shifted and flipped her over so she was lying face down on the bed. Palming her hips, he tugged at her body until she was on her knees, braced on her hands. Had she done it this way before? He had no idea about her sexual experience except that his instincts told him it had been sparse and probably not inventive, no matter how hot she’d been that first night, and since then. He wasn’t holding back, not with all the signals she kept sending him, especially tonight.
The curve of that luscious ass was so tempting that he bent his head and showered kisses on the soft skin. It was hard to miss the shiver that raced through her, so tempting that he did it again. He was surprised when she wiggled her hips at him, but she continued to be full of all kinds of surprises.
“Like that, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and wiggled again.
“Lots of men kiss that sweet ass?”
She froze for a moment then shook her head.
Good!
He wanted to shout the word. Beneath that disciplined exterior, Hannah Modell was an explosive firecracker and he had the satisfied feeling that he was the only one who’d been able to unlock it. He palmed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. God! He wanted to slip his dick right into that hot, tight little channel, and he planned to, before too long. Just the thought made his balls ache.
“I don’t care about that. Any of that. This between us started the night we met and it’s been full heat from the beginning. I love it. The hotter with you the better, so don’t hold anything back.”
He waited for a long moment to see what she would say.
She let out a breath. “Good. That’s good. Really good. Because I have to tell you…I don’t want to stop.”
