“Spread your legs.” His gaze didn’t leave her face as she swallowed and complied, sliding her feet apart.
Satisfaction flared in his eyes and he lowered his head so he was looking straight at her pussy. “Beautiful,” he crooned. He reached out and traced a finger over her slick folds.
Charity nearly swallowed her tongue as he brushed over the small bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She moaned and tilted her hips toward him. He gave a low growl of what sounded like pleasure and shifted closer. She felt his breath on her moist folds. Then his tongue stroked over her.
Her fingers dug into the side of the desk for support. The contrast between the cool air and his hot mouth made her even more aware of the internal heat building low in her body. Her nipples puckered even tighter.
She should be terrified of being naked with this man, this virtual stranger. She should be mortified at the way her breasts swayed as she rocked her hips toward his mouth. She should feel self-conscious at exposing herself while he was still half dressed.
She felt none of those things. Yes, there was fear, but it was more a fear of the unknown, fear of the violent emotions swelling within her.
He swirled his tongue over her clit before drawing it between his lips and suckling. Pleasure shot through her like a bolt of lightning and Charity cried out. The scratchy shadow of beard on his jaw was a rough caress against her inner thighs, a sharp contrast to the tender care of his mouth and tongue.
She let out a long, low groan as he fitted one thick finger into the opening of her channel and pushed. Her inner muscles tightened around it, trying to draw it deeper. Her legs began to tremble as he inserted another finger, working it slowly into her.
Releasing her death grip on the edge of the desk, she clutched at his head, trying to get even closer. His tongue lapped her clit. He pulled his fingers to the edge of her opening and then pushed deep.
Charity came undone. Every thought, every sensation was focused on the spot between her legs where he was touching her. She exploded, her entire body jerking. She called his name. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him to her. Heat blasted through her, over her.
This was incredible. Amazing. And she was going to die if he didn’t stop. She tugged weakly at his hair. His caresses changed then, becoming almost soothing. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. A tear rolled down her cheek and she turned her head toward her shoulder, wiping it away. She suddenly felt emotional. Vulnerable.
Adrian sat back on his heels and looked up at her, his expression intent. Slowly, he stood.
Chapter Three
Adrian knew if he didn’t get inside Charity in the next minute, he was going to come in his pants. He’d had sex many times in his life, but nothing he’d ever done with any woman compared to what he’d just done with Charity. He hadn’t even fucked her, but he felt more satisfied than he usually did after a long bout of hot, sweaty sex.
There was no time to examine the implications of that realization, not with his dick clamoring to do something about his painful situation. He stood and tugged the zipper down on his pants. His cock jumped out, unhindered by underwear.
Charity’s eyes widened. He could see her pulse fluttering in her neck and the soft flush on her cheeks. She licked her lips and glanced up at him before dropping her gaze to his erection. She was afraid, but she was aroused too.
“Touch me.” He needed to feel her hands on him. Couldn’t get enough of her small fingers caressing him. When she’d touched his chest and shoulders earlier, he’d almost come. There was an innocent delight, a sense of discovery about her that was enthralling.
She chewed on her bottom lip. Adrian wanted to smooth the abused skin with his lips. Lick it. Suck it. But he refrained. She had to come to him. He was a hunter at heart, and he knew that the only way she’d ever truly trust him was if he allowed her to come to him on her own. If that happened, he’d have her. Then he could have her whenever and however he wanted. It wasn’t easy, but he was a patient man and the payoff would be well worth it.
She reached out and tentatively stroked her finger down his hard length. His cock jerked toward her. She pulled her hand back, her eyes flying to his. “He likes you,” Adrian said, deadpan.
Charity gave a small snort of laughter, but the corners of her mouth were tilted upward when she reached for him again. “He does, does he?”
“Oh yeah,” Adrian agreed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
She was tentative at first, stroking up and down. A bead of liquid pearled at the tip of the crown and she swiped it away with her thumb, spreading the moisture over his cock head.
“That’s the way, sweet Charity,” he encouraged. While she touched him, learning his shape and size, he cupped her breasts and began to tease her nipples. Her hand tightened around his erection, and he ground his teeth together to keep from coming. He wanted to be buried in her hot pussy when he came, wanted to feel her tight inner muscles gripping him.
He leaned down and kissed her, coaxing her further into his care, teasing her until she was lost in the caress. Her breathing was rapid, her skin flushed. Adrian lifted her slightly until her ass was settled firmly on the desk, her legs hanging over the edge. Slowly, he lowered her until she was lying across the hard surface. Making a place for himself between her thighs, he ground his cock against her slick folds, reveling in the wet heat that surrounded him.
“Put me inside you.” It had to be her decision. Once she’d made it, there was no going back. For either of them.
Her brown eyes were wide. There was a wildness in them, partially fear but mostly arousal. At this point, it was a toss-up as to which one would win. He reached between her thighs and touched her slick folds and fingered her clit, ruthlessly using everything he’d learned about her in their short time together to arouse her once again.
She cried out and arched her hips, trying to get more of his touch. He licked and nibbled her neck before kissing a hot path toward her ear, where he captured the sensitive lobe and nipped lightly. Charity almost came off the desk.
“Put me inside you,” he gritted out. He couldn’t last much longer. His balls were so tight it was actually painful. He almost yelled in victory when her fingers squeezed his cock and she tilted her hips, squirming around until the head was positioned at the opening of her channel.
He pushed forward until the tip was inside her. Her inner muscles rippled around his cock head. It was a special kind of hell as he fought to keep from coming. She had to orgasm again, but this time with his cock buried balls deep. He needed her to come as he pounded into her.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “You can take me.” He swirled his tongue around the delicate swirl of her ear and was rewarded with a soft cry of pleasure.
Adrian pulled back and looked at her as he began the slow push inward. He curled his hands beneath her thighs, lifting and widening them as he buried himself to the hilt in her hot depths.
He pulled back about an inch and pushed forward again. She made little mewling sounds deep in her throat that turned him on. They were both slick with sweat, their bodies hot. Adrian strained to keep control.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” He needed his hands free to touch her. Charity complied, sliding her legs around him and locking her ankles at the base of his spine. Adrian kissed her, a hard, quick caress that left them both breathless. Then he began to fuck her.
Slowly at first, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy before driving it deep again. It was heaven. It was hell. Every time he pushed inward, her inner muscles closed around his erection, squeezing it in a silken vise. He angled his hips so his pelvic bone brushed her clit with each thrust. Her thighs tightened around his waist. Her nails bit into his skin.
She had to come first, but it was going to be close.
Charity grasped Adrian’s
shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. Adrian’s expression was one of deep concentration, almost frightening in its intensity, as he surged in and out of her body, his strokes getting harder and faster. He wasn’t hurting her. Quite the opposite in fact. Pleasure suffused her. Her body was alive, thrumming with desire, filled with heat. She’d had one orgasm and was close to another.
And that frightened her.
Faster than she’d thought possible, Adrian had helped her overcome her innate fear of men. She was very afraid she could easily begin to crave his touch. In the months since her husband’s death, many men had tried to seduce her in order to try to gain access to her father and his political clout. All of them had left her cold and afraid.
She’d thought herself frigid, as her husband had accused her of being so many times. But Adrian had found the core of her, the hidden heat. Like a smoldering volcano, it had been building. Waiting. And now it had exploded.
Charity only hoped she survived the experience. No matter what happened, he’d changed her somehow and there was no turning back.
His hips flexed faster as he drove into her. His cock slammed into her pussy at an increasing rate. His pale blue eyes were burning with an inner fire as he fucked her. Her naked butt slid across the desk and Adrian swore.
He slid one arm beneath her shoulders, the other beneath her behind, and lifted. His strength was amazing. He held her as though she weighed nothing at all. Whirling her around, he pressed her back against the wall. “Hold on.” He lowered his head and latched on to one of her breasts, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Charity clutched at his shoulders for support, tightened her legs around his waist. He surrounded her, his large body covering hers as he continued to hammer into her. She was so close. Now that she knew what to expect, she wanted another orgasm, wanted to experience that feeling of flying, that brief moment of total union with another person. It was beautiful and scary at the same time.
His muscles tightened beneath her palms, his movements grew more powerful. He reached between them and touched her where they were joined. Charity screamed. Her entire body bowed, her head tilted back and she cried out again. Heat slammed through her, over her.
Adrian’s cock swelled and rippled. She felt a surge of wet heat inside her as he thrust two final times. He swore beneath his breath as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall next to her. They were both breathing heavily, their hearts pounding. Charity had no idea how he was staying upright. Unable to hold her legs up any longer, she unwrapped them from around Adrian’s waist and let them fall to the floor. The motion pushed him even higher inside her. She gasped and he groaned.
Lifting his head, he kissed her. It was such a gentle caress it brought tears to her eyes. His gaze never left her face as he withdrew, one slow inch at a time. She started to crumple the moment he released her. He swore and caught her in his arms. Picking her up, he carried her to the chair and placed her on it. Charity leaned back and tried to catch her breath.
She could hear the rustle of clothing and opened her eyes. Adrian was pulling on his T-shirt and tucking it into his pants. He was totally dressed and she was lolling naked in the chair. The heat and pleasure of her orgasm fled, replaced by an intense feeling of vulnerability.
She scrambled out of the chair and grabbed her pants. Her underwear was twisted inside and it took her some time to untangle the mess. She could feel Adrian watching her, which made her even clumsier. When she finally tugged both pieces on, she felt better. But she was still half naked. She looked around for her bra.
Adrian held it out to her. The flimsy white garment looked even more delicate resting in his large, tanned hand. “Thank you,” she mumbled. It took her three attempts, but she finally got the clasp done up and the straps pulled into place.
He said nothing but handed her shirt to her. When she was fully dressed, she stood there, staring at her boots, uncertain as to what to do next. She’d given him the message from Manuel. There was no reason for her to stay. She didn’t even know if Adrian wanted her to stay.
Making love with him had rocked her world, but now it was as though they were strangers again after being as intimately joined as two people could be. She had no idea what the protocol was after two people who weren’t married had wild sex. It left her feeling uncertain and vulnerable.
She was under no illusions that it meant anything other than sex to him. It meant more to her, much more. She felt a connection to this man, this dangerous stranger. It hurt her to think about leaving him. Which really wasn’t very smart of her. She’d proved to herself that she wasn’t frigid, that sex with a man could be good. For that, she would always be grateful. It was enough. It had to be enough.
She glanced at him. He was leaning against the edge of the desk, the desk they’d just had sex on. Heat climbed up her cheeks. She’d never be able to look at that desk without blushing. Her gaze shot to his face. He was waiting patiently for her.
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. He tilted his head to one side as if listening to something only he could hear. He sighed. “We’ll finish this later.” A knock came on the door. “Enter.”
The door burst open and a slender woman with shaggy black hair and violet eyes bound across the room and all but jumped into Adrian’s arms. “I missed you.”
Charity felt sick in the pit of her stomach as Adrian wrapped his arms around the woman. They were obviously close. What had she just done? What had he done? If he had a woman, he had no right making love to her. No, having sex with her. There was no point in prettying up what had just happened.
“I should be going.” She inched her way toward the door.
Adrian pinned her with his laser blue eyes. “You’re not going anywhere.”
The woman in his arms jerked away, as if suddenly realizing Adrian wasn’t alone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to burst in on anything.”
“Of course you did.” Adrian gave the woman an indulgent smile. “Silence, this is Charity.” He reached out and caught Charity’s hand with his, tugging her closer. “Charity, this is Silence.”
Silence glanced at their joined hands and back at Adrian. Charity could see the shock in the other woman’s eyes. But she didn’t sense any anger from Silence.
“Where’s Tienan?” Adrian asked.
“Right here.” A large, dark-haired man took up most of the doorway. It should have been impossible for him to appear without anyone hearing him, yet Charity hadn’t heard a sound. He held out his hand and Silence went to his side. Tienan wrapped his arm around the woman and held her in a proprietary embrace. “We came early. She couldn’t wait to see you.”
Charity could hear the sardonic tone in Tienan’s voice, yet she could hear the affection too. Adrian shrugged and gave a short bark of laughter. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”
Silence balled up her hand and hit Tienan in the stomach. The man didn’t even grunt. He merely raised an eyebrow at her. “I missed my brother.”
Charity stared from Silence to Adrian and back again. Their coloring was totally different and they shared no features. They didn’t look related.
Tienan inclined his head toward her as if hearing her unasked question. “He took her in when she was a kid. You get used to them after a while. I’m Tienan.”
“Charity,” she returned.
“We need to talk.” Tienan was suddenly all business. Like Adrian, he radiated a sense of power and danger.
Adrian nodded. “It’s worse than you think. Manuel is dead. And according to Charity, the General knows where we are and will be attacking in two days.”
Tienan pinned her with his green gaze. Danger oozed from every pore in his body. She wouldn’t want to get on this man’s bad side. It wasn’t hard to imagine what he would do to her if he ever found out she was General Caruthers’s daughter. She sidled closer to
Adrian, stopping when she realized what she was doing. Tienan glanced at Adrian. “Trap.”
He nodded. “Probably.”
Charity stiffened. “Trap?” He thought she was sent there to trap him! Was that what earlier was about? Did he think he could get more information out of her if he slept with her? Charity felt ill. “Is that what the roll on your desk was about?”
“Uh-oh.” Silence tugged on Tienan’s arm. “We should probably come back in a few minutes.”
Adrian ignored everybody but Charity. “No. That was about us having sex.” Charity tried to pull away, but he kept his hand manacled around her wrist. He wasn’t hurting her, but she wasn’t getting away until he set her free.
“Bully,” she muttered.
“That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago,” he murmured.
She couldn’t believe he’d throw her stupidity back in her face. “A few minutes ago I didn’t think you were a total jerk who had sex with me to get information.”
Adrian sighed. “I didn’t have sex with you in order to get information. I had sex with you because I wanted to.”
“Umm, maybe we should go.”
Adrian ignored Silence and continued. “Didn’t you question how you were able to sneak in and talk to Manuel? How you were able to get out of the city so easily?”
She had, but she’d thought it was pure, dumb luck. From his point of view, it was suspicious. Still, the fact that he’d think she was part of a trap set by her father hurt her. It was unreasonable, but there it was. Her emotions were more tied up with this man than she could even have imagined.
Charity needed to get out of here. “I’ll be leaving now.”
Adrian cocked an eyebrow at her. “Where are you going?”
She shrugged and gave him a falsely sweet smile. “Anywhere but here.”
Tienan laughed. “Seems like not all the ladies find you irresistible.”
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