Lethal Seduction: A CIA Romantic Suspense (CIA Agents Book 1)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  It was like a switch was thrown, because as soon as her fingernails skimmed over his scalp, the heated kiss turned fiery. He pressed her back into the bed, taking control and drifting from her lips to follow the line of her jaw until he found her neck. She gasped and he was over her, against her.

  She had been looking for this the night before, something that would satisfy the burning need she had felt and distract her from the reality that she had created. But, after everything that happened, she hadn’t expected Scott to be the one to give it to her. Even after he kissed her.

  He seemed driven though, one hand cupping her breast and rolling her nipple to a peak through the fabric of her tank and bra. He would give her what she wanted, what she needed. She wanted contact, to feel him against her skin.

  More than just his lips. She shifted to pull her tank up, and he pulled away just long enough to see what she was doing. “Impatient?” he asked, though he took the hint and jerked his own shirt up and over his head. Her tank went the direction of his shirt, and she saw him. He was a battle-hardened soldier. A contracted killer. It was evident in every line and curve of muscle. Despite his questionable eating habits, he kept his body just as deadly as his gun. He was beautiful.

  “Yes,” she answered, tracing her hands up the length of his stomach and over those impressive pectorals to his shoulders. “I want you,” she breathed, and he leaned back down onto her, kissing her lightly as if he hadn’t been aggressive before.

  “I want you,” he echoed in return. “Is this right though?”

  “How could it not be?” She arched up, pressing her breasts against his chest so that she could undo the hook of her bra. “We want each other. Let us have each other.” She didn’t give him a chance to argue or second-guess anything. She kissed him hard, swirling her tongue past his lips and causing him to groan.

  She shifted her bra out of the way, wanting to feel his chest bare against her own. The contrast of hard muscle against soft curves was delicious, and she wrapped a leg around his hips, tugging them against her own and rolling her hips against the hardness she felt there.

  “Good argument,” he murmured as he found his way to her neck, licking and sucking a line down to her breasts. “I find it hard to resist,” he murmured before capturing one stiff peak between his lips. He sucked on her until she was arching and moaning, thrusting their hips together.

  He traded off just as she reached between them to cup his hardness, and she managed a few strokes before he pulled away. “Don’t get too impatient,” he murmured to her, tugging her shorts off. “We don’t have to be in a hurry.”

  “I am not in a hurry.” She didn’t even give him the chance to savor looking at her nearly nude form. She wiggled out of her panties and gave him a full view. “You interrupted what I was after before.”

  “You were looking for sex before?” he asked, brows raised.

  “I was.” She sat up when he didn’t seem intent on re-joining her. “Does that bother you?” She didn’t wait for his answer, and instead began opening his jeans.

  “Don’t really have room to be bothered,” he admitted as he watched her pull his cock from his jeans.

  “Good.” She looked up at him as she began to stroke his hardened length. She let him watch as she closed her lips around the tip of him, swirling her tongue as her eyes stayed connected with his. She continued stroking him, swallowing more as she did. His hand tangled in her hair and his hips bucked as she kept teasing him with her tongue.

  He groaned, letting her take his length at her pace but finding it hard to resist the occasional thrust. She was content to offer him pleasure, not at all paying mind to the throb of his cock or the tightness that he held her hair. He tugged her hair back, pulling his cock from her mouth. His voice was gravely and it made her insides quiver. “As much as I’m enjoying that, I want to be somewhere else when I bust.”

  She didn’t protest. Instead, he pressed her back against the bed and caught her mouth. She wanted him, she decided, and not just for sex. There was something there that drove the hunger for him, that made her enjoy the feel of his cock in her mouth and not be mindful of getting her own pleasure. That didn’t mean she wasn’t damp from their actions. Excitement had coiled through her the moment he began to kiss her.

  Scott didn’t linger at her mouth, though he seemed to enjoy it while he was there. He seemed to want to trail downward, enjoying pressing his face between her breasts as he alternated between suckling from each peak.

  He didn’t stay there for long. He surprised her by drifting down from her breasts and kissing a path down her stomach until he no longer hovered above her. She looked down in slight apprehension as he parted her thighs and nudged a shoulder under each. His breath tickled her damp outer lips and her breath caught when he gave her the first tentative kiss.

  He parted her with his fingertips, giving her a heated look before he traced his tongue along the length of her opening. He began to tease and tickle her until she was gasping for more. A finger nudged into her opening, and she widened her legs to accept, eager to feel him inside her. He worked her steadily with his hand, then closed his mouth around her clit and sucked at her hard. “Scott,” she moaned, curling her fingers into his hair.

  She didn’t have the restraint that he did, nor the control. When he inserted another finger into her quivering sex, she clenched and accepted the invasion. “I want you,” she breathed, barely able to connect that she had voiced the thought. The fingers within her curled, and he ceased his sucking to lap at her sensitive clit. Her hips bucked in response, and it was nothing she could do before he forced her over the edge.

  The orgasm had been intense enough that it felt as if her nerve endings were shooting off fireworks. She felt him scrape his teeth along the skin of her thigh before he released her. “Move up further onto the bed,” he growled against her ear. She managed to go along with him until he had her settled against the pillows.

  She heard the rip of plastic and found herself opening her eyes to see him rolling a condom onto his cock. The act seemed to excite her more. She sat up, eager to touch and kiss him again. He met her with a fever that seemed to equal her own. She pulled him down to her. “I want you in me.”

  “That’s where I want to be,” he breathed against her lips, gripping her hips with one hand as he held himself above her with the other. He was between her thighs, and she reached down to guide him to her entrance. “I want this,” he gasped out as he started to press his way into her. “I want you,” he assured her as he soon became fully sheathed in her heat.

  He was thick, stretching her to a point that was just bearable. “Yes,” she hissed when he began to thrust into her. She arched to meet him, striving to keep up as the pressure from another orgasm rose like cresting waves. She wrapped her arms around his neck and found his mouth, distracting his concentration by licking and kissing him as he had done her.

  She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, scraping her teeth along it before soothing it with her tongue. He grunted, and there was a fine tremble that quaked through him. His thrusts picked up as he seemed to be desperate to maintain some control. She didn’t make any effort to help him, using her hands to caress him until his control began to slip.

  He put more force behind each thrust, the bed squeaking and the headboard slapping against the wall. Her mouth drifted down to his throat, and she licked along the cords of muscles in his neck. His grunts seemed to increase. “You feel so good,” she breathed against his skin.

  “I can’t.” He bared his gritted teeth.

  “Don’t,” she beckoned. “Give it to me.”

  He shifted and tugged her leg up so that instead of being around his hip, it was pressed between them and her foot rested against his shoulder. He changed the angle of his thrusts, going in deeper. It made her quake and she gasped. She had been striving to bring him to orgasm, and here she was at the edge of another. “You make me feel so good,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop,” she gasped out. />
  His breath hitched. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Don’t stop,” she said desperately.

  He let out a pained groan and his thrusts stuttered, his hips jerking out of rhythm. He released the leg he had propped on his shoulder and he shifted closer to her, panting. His hand now free, he began flicking his thumb against her clit. It wasn’t long before he had her pushed over the edge, quaking and gasping out as she clung to him.

  He shifted to lie next to her, draping an arm around her. “That was fucking fantastic.”

  She was still putting herself back together. He kept her close, preventing her from drifting away to sleep just yet. He caught her eyes. “I’m going to keep you safe. Nothing—no one—will get you away from me.”

  Her heart felt like it seized in her chest, and the seriousness in his eyes sent home the message that he meant every word. “We are in this together,” she said in return. He leaned forward to kiss her gently, all tenderness as he pulled them together.

  Scott had come to kill her, but here he was setting her free from all the grief of her past mistakes. Jovana wrapped her arm around his middle and settled in to let fatigue take her away. She was determined to hold onto him. There would be no trying to escape like when they first met.

  Chapter 11

  That had possibly been the best night’s sleep he’d had in a long time. Light had crept into the room and he really didn’t give a damn. He was too comfortable and satisfied with the position he was in to even consider moving.

  Plush breasts were pressed into his side, nipples slightly erect, suggesting that the body pressed against his might be mildly interested in performing a re-enactment of the night before.

  Only, the soft puffs of breath against his neck suggested that his bed partner was still asleep. He pressed his cheek against the top of her head and decided to just enjoy the moment. It was too good to let go of. There was definitely something to be said about having sex with someone willing and not being paid for the moment.

  The passion he felt from Jovana had been a driving factor that made him want to just stay put. His hand drifted down her back to cup her ass, and he pressed her against his hip, feeling the dampness between her thighs and finding himself getting all the more excited about waking up in this position. He could slip right in. She was slick enough.

  The only problem—he needed a condom. He didn’t want to tempt fate, not when things were still iffy. Where did he have them? He stashed a few in his wallet and there was a box in his duffle bag. He spied around the room, trying to determine which was closer. If he moved, would she wake? Were there chances that she would be interested? What if she said no? He would have to stop if she did. Did he hazard it?

  “Fuck it,” he whispered and carefully slipped from her grasp. “Time to chance it.”

  She made a noise in protest but didn’t wake. He snuck to his bag, unable to readily locate his jeans. He was hard, a common occurrence in the morning, and he didn’t really want to let it go to waste. The more he thought about slipping into her tight heat, the more he wanted it, and it made him a bit desperate to find the condoms in his bag.

  Once he found them, he pulled the entire box out and planted it on the bedside table. Ripping one open, he slid it on his erection and eyed her sleeping form. How to go in now was the question.

  The sheet was pooled around the curve of her ass, showing the lines of her back and making an appeal at him. Behind it is. He crawled onto the bed behind her, pressing along the length of her back and reaching under her to cup a breast. “Jovana,” he murmured against her ear, tongue tracing the shell. She murmured in response but didn’t seem ready to wake. He slid the other arm around her and pressed it between her thighs, pressing his fingers into her dampness. “Wake up,” he purred as he started to curl his fingers into her. “Let me fuck you again,” he begged as he started kissing her shoulder.

  She hummed, her hips rolling against his hand. “Scott.”

  “That a yes?” he asked, pressing his cock against her rump now. “Please say that’s a yes.” He followed her shoulder to the back of her neck, scraping his teeth against her skin.

  “Yes,” she gasped out as he thumbed her clit.

  That was all the permission he needed. He pulled his fingers from her, despite the noise of disappointment she made, and picked her leg up and adjusted it over his hip. “Thank God,” he groaned and then slid into her from behind. She let out a moan, suggesting she felt the same.

  Knowing he wasn’t likely to last long, his hand went back to where they were connected and went back to playing with her sensitive bits as he thrust into her from behind. She gasped as he gave her a bout of quick, hard thrusts before levelling out into a longer measured rhythm. “Is this how you intend to wake me every morning?”

  He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up through him. The idea of waking up every morning with her beside him naked was a brilliant idea. It was something he wanted. He wanted it so badly he could burst. He clung to her now, his hips still moving as he did. “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Every morning, every day. Every chance I get.” Each sentence was punctuated with a thrust.

  She gasped out and her inner muscles began to wring him, clenching him so hard that he had to stop to catch his breath. She let out a whine and pressed her ass back against him. “I may need to hold you to this.”

  The sounds she made had him wanting more. He intended this to be quick, but now he wanted more. He needed it to last longer. He shifted her further onto her stomach and shifted up so that he was standing on his knees now.

  He pulled her hips to him and aimed for deeper thrusts, motivated to move harder when she cried out, “Yes!” The angle must have been good because it wasn’t long before she was quaking around him, her cries becoming louder. He shifted to go deeper, trying to hold out, but the more she arched back against him, the harder it was to hold out. It was harder to hold on.

  He felt it when her orgasm hit, heard it in the way she cried out his name. The delicious sound of it was enough to shatter his control. He pressed her down into the mattress and wrapped his arms around her again, wanting her close as his own orgasm hit. “Fuck.” He clenched his eyes closed as he saw stars, and slowly, his hips jerkily stopped. “Fuck,” he muttered again as he struggled to regain his breathing.

  “Can we just stay here?” he asked. “I just want to stay right here.” He thrust forward slightly, testing himself to see if he was, in fact, done. There was something about her that just made him want to keep going. She clenched around his softening cock and he winced. Oh, but it was good.

  “Not practical,” she panted, spying at him over a shoulder. “I will need to go to the bathroom. Food, something other than cold pizza, will be necessary.”

  He sank his teeth into her shoulder as he considered her words, getting a whimper from her. Her inner muscles clenched around him again. “Keep doing that,” he muttered, “and you’ll get me all hard again and you’ll have me fucking you like this again.”

  “That is a frightful threat.” She laughed, and one of her hands curled through his hair. “How long will we be here?”

  “We’ll have a few more days before the stuff for Brazil will be ready.” He kissed the mark he left on her skin. “So . . .” He smiled as he met her gaze. “We could do this for the next few days—stay in bed, fuck until we can’t move. Sounds like a great plan to me. What do you think?”

  She laughed at that, and he decided he liked the noise just as much as he liked the sound of her moans. “Let us not stay in bed the entire time.” She relaxed beneath him. “If you intend to have your way with me like this all day, it may be in our best interest that I procure some contraceptives.”

  “I’ve got condoms,” he protested, going back to kissing and licking her shoulder as he watched her expression. “Depending how often we do this, I think I have enough for us to fuck at least three to four times a day.” Did he have the stamina for that? He didn’t know, but he liked the idea of trying to
find out.

  “Maybe.” Her eye twinkled and he jerked to attention. “Maybe I wish to feel all of you,” she breathed. “Without a barrier between us.”

  He groaned, and it was as if he was suddenly, instantly, hard again. “I want that.” He pulled out of her and quickly shucked off the used condom to replace it with a fresh one. “We’ll do that.” He didn’t wait or ask, but he slid back into her sweet, tight hold. “I’ll get on that as quickly as I can.” He rolled them both over so she was now on top of him.

  He started thrusting even as she moved to sit up and adjust their position. “Is this not dangerous?” She gasped as she rotated her hips and he dug into her deeply, his hands clinging to her hips. “You are distracted,” she pointed out.

  “Nope.” He grunted as she started riding him now. “Not distracted at all.” One of his hands slipped down her hip to toy with her as she bucked on top of him. He thumbed her clit. “Always the vigilant soldier, even with my pants around my ankles.”

  “Or off?” Her hands propped her up on his thighs and she began to ride him hard.

  “Yes,” he growled, enjoying the view of her bouncing ass. “Don’t stop, baby.”

  “No.” She threw her head back. “Never,” she whined out as she began to lose the rhythm. He shifted his hold back on her hips, helping her along by thrusting up hard into her. “Scott!” If there were any other people staying in this motel, they were getting a show. He didn’t care. Each time he was with this woman, each time he heard her cry out his name as she came, the more he felt for her.

  He sat up, pressing against her back as he thrust into her. “We’re in this together.” He pressed his mouth against her ear. “Right?” She nodded, seemingly unable to speak. He hugged her fiercely. It was too soon to love her, but the words were right there on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to confess them to her.

  He bit into her shoulder, trying to keep it together and failing. She cried out, and he knew that he might not be able to make four times in a day. Every time he was with her, though, it looked as if he would be struggling with himself to not have those three words pour out of him.