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by Donna Michaels


  He nodded.

  That was it, then. She should leave. She should head into the bathroom, so he could get dressed, and she could get away from the temptation of his gorgeous, naked body before she did something she’d regret.

  Then why did it feel as if leaving would be her biggest one?

  Life sucked.

  It was often cruel, too. Like now. She was finally attracted to a man who wasn’t repulsed by her scars and she had to walk away because of some promise her brother had gleaned years ago.

  Rylee ran her gaze down then up Dex’s magnificent body. Could she really walk away without having him to herself for the night, or however long their undercover assignment took?

  No.

  The answer came easy and fast. She couldn’t walk away. Wouldn’t. It was the perfect time for them to give into this insane attraction. She’d worry about the ramifications later.

  Letting her top and skirt slip through her fingers and fall back down to the floor, she met Dex’s troubled gaze with a grin.

  “You know what? I’m not going to let Gabe win this time. I’m tired of putting his needs before my own.” Tonight, she was coming first…she hoped. A laugh escaped her lips at the bad pun. Suddenly feeling exhilarated, she stepped into Dex’s personal space and trailed her fingers up his arms. “The attraction between us is crazy and it’s driving me crazy. I want you, Dex, and I’m not afraid to admit it.” She glanced down between their bodies to see his erection, once again jutting out thick and hard. “And you don’t have to tell me you want me, too. I can see that for myself,” she said, meeting his gaze. “But you can tell me exactly what you promised my brother all those years ago.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked, fists clenched at his sides as if trying to stop himself from touching her.

  “Did you promise to keep your hands off me?” she replied. “Or to watch over me? To stay out of my bed? What exactly did you promise?”

  His brows furrowed. “I promised to watch over you.”

  Perfect.

  Rylee could barely contain her excitement. “Good. Then that means you can still keep your promise but don’t have to keep your hands off me or stay out of my bed. Well, this bed,” she said, nodding to the one behind her. “But if it makes you feel better, we don’t even have to use the bed.” She skimmed her palms over his chest and down his abs, loving how his body quivered under her touch. “You can even watch over me as you make me come, screaming your name.”

  Rylee had never been this bold or wanton and would probably be mortified later. But right now, Lordy, she was too pent up, too hungry to care. Her body shook with more need, as she watched the pulse in his neck beat as rapidly as the one pounding in her ears.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  Holding his gaze, she leaned in and licked his nipple. “I hope so.”

  At this, Dex growled as his hands snaked out to crush her close. “The hell with it,” he muttered, right before his mouth came down on hers.

  Chapter Eight

  Rylee slid her hands up and around Dex’s neck and melted into his hot, hard flesh. His skin was on fire. So was her blood. It was a heated rush she’d never experienced before, and when his thumb brushed her lace covered nipple, need coursed through her, fast and deep, settling low in her belly. She moaned and pressed closer.

  A deep, sexy sound rumbled in his throat a second before he cupped her ass with his other hand and thrust against her. Sweet mercy, she saw stars as desire burst out in every direction.

  God, he was perfect. No man had ever made her feel so hungry.

  “You drive me crazy,” he muttered against her skin when his mouth left hers to trail kisses down her throat. “This is pretty,” he said, as he hooked his fingers under the straps of her bra and tugged them down her arms, freeing her breasts. “But these are gorgeous,” he whispered, reaching around to unhook her bra. As it fell from her body, he dipped down to kiss each tip before sucking one into his mouth.

  She gasped and arched into him as her eyes drifted close. Shards of heat shot down to where she ached for him most. The sensations were intense and wonderful, and Rylee happily gave herself over to them. And him. She just hoped Dex still found her gorgeous when he saw the rest of the scars on the back of her shoulder.

  His big, warm hands cupped her breasts, and he released her nipple to lick and nip the other. “You’re so perfect.”

  Her eyes opened, and some of her euphoria faded. Now for the part she hated. It was truth time. “You haven’t seen my back yet. I should warn you that the scars are worse there.”

  As she’d basically admitted to him earlier, her last boyfriend had enjoyed her body…if she had taken bottom. That was fine with her, though. She felt more confident when her scars were out of sight.

  Dex straightened, and his smoldering gaze met hers while his hand trailed to her right shoulder then slowly stroked her scarred flesh. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Rylee.” Before she could blink, he turned her around and placed open-mouthed kisses from the top of her shoulder, down the blade, and up again. Not once had she felt him stop or flinch. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  His breath was warm on her skin, and the heat in his voice made her tremble.

  Needing to see his face, she turned around in his arms, and her mind fogged at the sensation of her bare breasts brushing the solid muscles of his chest. “That is perfect.”

  He smiled. “Indeed. You feel exquisite.” He ran a finger from her shoulder, up the side of her throat to her lower lip. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His admission warmed her heart, and this time, when he stared into her eyes, restraint and reluctance were gone. It was as if a switch had been flipped. His mind was set. “So damn long.”

  “You have me,” she said, touching her tongue to his finger, and smiling at his indrawn breath. Ever diligent, the industrious man wasted no time taking advantage of her open mouth.

  Mmm…he tasted of wine and desire. There was a delectable difference in his touch. No longer tentative, or slight, it was as if Dex knew what he wanted. He was on a mission, and this time, the mission was her.

  His lips claimed, demanded, and gave with a passion that left her breathless and aching for more. Rylee’s utter lack of control would’ve normally shocked her, but given her behavior over the past twenty minutes, she was far from shocked. Not with the hot, ripped, hungry D-Force soldier rocking his hard body into her while his tongue swept her mouth with a delicious, identical tempo.

  She was in heaven. The Wright kind. Dexter Wright. The feel of his warm, callused hands gliding down her ribs to her waist then back up to skim her breasts—as if he needed to touch every inch of her—made her knees weak. She never thought that was a real thing…until Dex. The man often zapped the strength from her legs. It was a state she was beginning to enjoy. A lot. The same could be said for touching him. She trailed her hands down his chest to lightly stroke his abs. He felt so damn good, her insides quivered.

  “I’ve wanted to do this for nearly a half decade,” he murmured when they broke for air.

  That long? She blinked at him. Not once since she’d known him had he ever shown signs of interest. At best, he’d always been her brother’s stoic friend. “Well, I’m glad you wised up.”

  With a chuckle, he set that wonderful mouth back on her body, kissing a path down her jaw to the curve of her neck, making it damn hard to concentrate on conversation. His hands didn’t help either—gripping her waist, tracing small circles on her skin, sending shivers all over her body.

  “I’m glad, too.” His gaze returned to hers. “I made the mistake of thinking I could ignore this attraction between us.”

  “Me, too,” she admitted, sliding her palms over his shoulders. “Heck, until recently, I wouldn’t even admit to myself that I was attracted to you.”

  “Better late than never.” A sexy, lopsided grin tugged his lips and interfered with her pulse.

  His hair was tousled, thanks to her roaming hands, and desire deepened h
is eyes to a deep brown, like melted dark chocolate.

  The man was special. How could she not have seen that until recently?

  Somehow, he’d blasted through her defenses with his strength of character, and genuine, caring heart. The man made her feel good about herself, made her want to make him feel good, too. Made her want to be honest.

  “Um…” Heat rushed into her face, as she continued to hold his gaze. “I should probably tell you I haven’t had sex in over a year. Not since I broke up with my last boyfriend, when he didn’t want me to wear a bathing suit to the beach with his family.”

  The jerk.

  There were times when Rylee had no trouble not covering her scars, and the beach was one of those places. Of course, before today, she probably wouldn’t have gone with him to the beach.

  Dex muttered a curse and dark emotions blazed in his eyes. “What did Gabe do?”

  It took her a second to recall their conversation. The jerk. Right. “Nothing.” She shrugged. “I didn’t tell Gabe.”

  “So, your ex-boyfriend is still living,” he ground out.

  Rylee knew where Dex was going with this. Had her brother realized why she’d dumped her ex, he would’ve beaten the tar of the guy. For a fleeting moment, the thought had held merit, but she didn’t need anyone to fight her battles.

  She chuckled. “Yes, and he’ll remain that way.”

  “Not if I find out his name.”

  “Dex.” She lifted a hand to lightly trace his suddenly tense jaw. “That’s sweet, but not necessary. I hit him where it hurt.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “I made sure the right people knew about his outstanding parking tickets.”

  He smiled, and an unwavering warmth entered his eyes, chasing away the dark fury. “You always were good at taking care of yourself. I told your brother that many times.”

  Her heart rocked. “You did?”

  “Yes.” He brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “I’ve always had your back, Rylee.”

  A fact she was just now starting to realize. “Sorry it’s taken me so long to catch on.”

  “Better late than never,” he repeated his earlier words, with a slight twitch of his lips. But the amusement disappeared from his gaze as he continued to caress her face. “Your ex was a damn fool. Tell me you know that.”

  She kissed his knuckle. “I do know. And he wasn’t that great in bed either, unless…it was me.”

  Crap. That slipped out before she had a chance to squash it.

  But…maybe it was because of her scars. Why else had the jerk been more attentive when she’d been flat out on her back?

  “It most definitely was not you,” Dex insisted the contrary. His eyes were dark. Very dark. “You can get that damn thought out of your head right now. You’re the most beautiful, sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and I’m going to taste every delectable inch of you, Rylee—and do things to you—things that’ll have you crying out, begging for release. And you’re going to find release. Trust me. You’re going to come…many times.”

  Yes, please.

  Her heart knocked hard against her ribs before settling back in her chest, and her whole body sprang back to life. Heck, she nearly lost it just on his words alone. The man was magic. And magnificent. He was also close. So deliciously close she only had to lean forward just a hair and their lips would touch. As much as she wanted to kiss him, she held back, eager to see what he had planned. Because, judging by the determined gleam in his eyes, the incredible man most definitely had a plan.

  “Starting now,” he said, and a second later, he dropped to his knees and slowly ran his hands up her legs while he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her belly. “I’m going to prove to you there is nothing wrong with this beautiful, sexy body of yours,” he murmured while his lips and hands drove her mad, causing her ribs to endure another pounding from her out-of-control heartbeat.

  “O-okay.”

  With an ease that took her breath, he slipped her panties down her legs and helped her step out of them without ever removing his lips from her body. Given Dex’s history of being determined and thorough, she was in for a heck of a treat.

  He drew back and gazed at her nakedness. “God, Rylee, you’re so damn beautiful you take my breath. Don’t you ever think differently.”

  That heated, hungry gaze of his slowly returned south until he was staring eye-level at the spot that longed for his touch the most. She wanted his hands and mouth on her so bad, she shook with an anticipation that raced to those neglected parts. Her favorite parts. His breath was warm and teasing on her sensitive skin, sending butterflies fluttering in her belly and tremors down her legs. But still, he made no move to touch her. He just continued to gaze at her, his jaw flexing as if it was a struggle to hold back.

  She didn’t want him to hold back. “Dex…”

  “Feel that?” he asked, glancing up her.

  All she did was feel. Her body was on sensation overload. She felt so much, it was hard to form words. She nodded. “But I think I’d feel better if you touched me.” She set her hands on his broad shoulders to keep from collapsing.

  “Damn straight.” As if knowing her strength was wavering, he gently pushed her back until her butt came in contact with the dresser a foot away. “Hold on tight,” he said, and lightly brushed his fingers over her belly before trailing, ever so slowly, down to her thighs. Anticipation coursed so fiercely through her body even her breasts felt heavy and ached with need.

  How had the man worked her up into this state of frenzy with only barely-there touches?

  She’d never felt so damn needy—and more alive—in her life. It was as if her entire body pulsed in time with her thudding heartbeats. But if he didn’t continue soon, she was going to have to kill him. “Dex.” Her voice sounded desperate, and barely recognizable.

  His low chuckle rumbled between them, and holding her gaze, he slid a finger between her legs, expertly finding ground zero. At the first stroke, she cried out, so damn ready and needy it was pathetic. But it was also good. Damn good. His touch was so incredible and perfect, she nearly lost it on the second stroke.

  “You’re wet.” He caressed her again and leaned forward to nip at her hip and brush her skin with his tongue.

  Breath hitched in her throat. She was steaming forward toward that blissful edge.

  He withdrew his finger, but before she could protest, he nudged her legs further apart and gazed at her. “Damn, Rylee, I can’t wait to taste you.”

  She wanted that, too, so very much, but her heart was pounding ruthlessly in her chest, taking away her ability to speak.

  It didn’t matter. He knew.

  The brilliant, intuitive man leaned forward and lapped at her, again and again, ripping little moans from her throat. Yes…she wanted much more of that. To make sure he understood, she removed her hands from his shoulders, shoved her fingers into his hair, and held on for the ride.

  Damn. He was good.

  She rocked into his touch and cried out when he added a thick finger. Her body quivered, and heat liquefied her legs.

  “I’ve got you,” he murmured between strokes, bracing her with his shoulder, all without missing a beat.

  So damn good.

  She trembled, and her body begged for more, straining, every muscle taut and seeking release. Just as he’d predicted. Damn him. There was no doubt, the man was in control. Her pleasure was in his hands…and his mouth. But she didn’t care. Every stroke, every lick brought her closer to the release he’d promised.

  As he continued to rock her world, she clutched him with a fierce desperation, so close to the brink. This was new. So new. It had never felt like this. Like she needed to climax more than she needed to breathe.

  In tune to her needs, he held her at the edge for a beat before sending her over with one long, sure stroke.

  Swift and intense, Rylee’s orgasm burst through with merciless speed and heart-pounding force. Once again, as he’d predicted
, she called out his name as wave after wave of her orgasm washed through her. With a few well-timed strokes, Dex drew out her pleasure, until she had nothing left to give. When she finished, he brought her down slowly, removing his mouth and touch to let her collapse into his arms, where he held her close as she shuddered against him.

  Attentive.

  Thorough.

  Everything she’d expected. Nothing she’d ever experienced before. She wanted to ask him what he’d done to her, and how he’d taken her apart and put her back together with such ease, but that would require talking, and she still needed a moment to find her voice.

  His gaze smoldering, as he drew back to smile at her. “You were fantastic. And you taste even better.”

  “Me?” She frowned up at him, finally finding her voice. “That was all you, Dex. You did all the work, all I did was stand there—heck, I didn’t even stand—all I did was enjoy it.”

  He lifted a hand to push a stray strand of hair off her temple. “Oh, no, Rylee, you did much more than that. You trusted me without question. And your body is so hot, so giving, so incredibly responsive, you would’ve brought me to my knees, had I not already been on them.”

  His admission blew her mind. It didn’t compute, given her lackluster history with her less than a handful of other lovers. But the truth in his earnest gaze, and the fact he was right—she had been more responsive in his arms then all of her previous forays combined—could not be denied.

  “Maybe there isn’t anything wrong with me, after all.”

  A curse sprang from his lips. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with you,” he uttered. “The world is full of men who would worship your body. Scars would make no difference. Nor would they affect their performance.”

  She wanted to believe him, but that hadn’t been her experience.

  “The problems you had in the past stemmed from your choice in lovers,” he said. “I think I just proved your scars haven’t affected me.” He pressed his erection against her outer thigh. “And it certainly hasn’t lessened my hunger for you. Because you are one very beautiful, desirable woman.”

 

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