by Lora Leigh
He wasn’t touching her yet. She shouldn’t be feeling this.
Satisfaction curled at the corner of his lips.
“You’ll regret this later,” he assured her as he came over to her.
“And you know this how?” she asked, the shadows in his eyes sending a flare of uncertainty raging through her now.
He had no idea how he drew her. How the months working with him, drawn to him yet denied his touch, had created an erotic need she couldn’t deny.
His head lowered, his lips brushing against hers. “Because, stubborn determination and independence are so much a part of you that it terrifies me.”
A moan escaped her. Filled with need as her hands lifted to touch his shoulders, only to have him catch them and press them back to the bed.
“Keep your hands right there. Don’t touch me yet, or I’ll lose what little control I have left.”
Releasing her wrists, he obviously thought she would obey him without question. For the moment, she let him believe.…
“Oh God, Turk,” she moaned as excitement exploded through her at the feel of his palm curving around her breast, his thumb stroking over her nipple.
Sensation raced across her nerve endings, slamming through her senses, sending need screaming through her body. Fingers of flaming pleasure raced across her flesh, set fire to her body and her mind, and need tore through her.
She’d ached for him. Dreamed of this touch.
Lips parting beneath his kiss she lifted to him, her nipples raking across the scattering of curls over his chest and increasing the heat and the need tearing at her.
Turk’s kisses were incredible.
As his head lowered and his lips covered hers, Erin realized she had forgotten just how good the feel of his lips against hers really were.
He didn’t just kiss.
He sipped.
He tasted.
His lips caressed and possessed while his incredibly wicked tongue staked full possession. The hungry demand of his lips against hers filled her with a hunger that shocked her.
Oh, God, she’d waited so long.…
Clenching her hands in the blankets beneath her, Erin let herself sink into the morass of sensations building around her.
They sensitized her flesh, beaded her nipples tight, and caused them to ache for his touch. Between her thighs that small bundle of nerve endings swelled, pulsed, and demanded attention.
When she began lifting her arms to touch him again he pressed them back to the bed with a growling,” Keep them there.”
The firm dominance in his voice was previously unknown to her, but not something that surprised her.
“Turk—” She arched in an involuntary move, her breasts lifting his bare chest as his lips moved down her neck, a hand stroked to her thigh.
The stars behind her closed eyes were multiplying as their buddies began racing through her bloodstream.
Her lashes drifted up, her breath catching as she glimpsed the absorbed, erotic hunger reflected in his face as his head lowered, his lips, the moist heat of his mouth surrounding her nipple.
Sharp, furious pleasure pulsed in near violence from the hard bead of her nipple to the swollen bud of her clit. Sensation clenched her womb. Her hands fisted in the sheets beneath her, hips arching.
“Turk!” she cried his name in shocking pleasure at the erotic pulses of electric sensation.
Releasing her nipple from the moist grip of his mouth he moved lower. And he didn’t waste time.
As flames began to envelop her senses, heat rushing around her, inside her, Turk wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs, his head lowered to flesh so sensitive, aching with such need she suddenly feared the intensity of it.
Erin froze.
The hungry demand of his lips and tongue instantly burrowing into the slick response of her body threw into that world of shocking chaos with no apology.
There was no slow journey into the dizzying kaleidoscope of sensation. There was no time to sense the storm gathering in her body. There was no time to fear it.
The feel of his tongue flickering at the clenched entrance, licking and probing with experienced demand had her hips arching involuntarily to the decadent caress.
Her thighs spread wide and her hands latched into his hair, sinking into the thick strands and gripping tight, Erin felt all control over her own senses disintegrate.
She would have tried to pull back, but instinct actually surged forward refusing to allow it. At the same time his lips and tongue found the curved bar as it lay along each side of her swollen clitoris.
Turk sucked the violently sensitive bud into the heat of his mouth, lips and tongue devouring it with wicked hunger, and each draw, each lick worked the piercing that curved beneath the bundle of nerves. Destructive sensation exploded through her body. It tore through her senses and convulsed her muscles as pure blistering ecstasy and rapid-fire pulses of rapture combined to destroy her with pleasure.
Turk knew the moment Erin found release, convulsing beneath him in an orgasm that drew her body taut, filling the bedroom with her cries of rapture. God, he’d die if he lost her. How would he survive it?
He should have heeded the white-hot hunger that nearly blinded him three months ago. Should have realized this delicate, fragile, young woman was becoming far too important to him.
He nearly lost all control, nearly spilled his release to the sheets in his hunger to have her as her release began ripping through her.
Thick, engorged, his cock throbbed, pulsing in painful arousal as he draped her legs over his thighs and pulled her closer, lifting her to him.
The swollen folds of her sex, bare of curls, silky and slick with dew, like the prettiest pink flower opening for him, petal by petal.
Gripping the heavy length of his cock Turk guided the wide, blunt crest to the weeping center. The feel of slick, heated flesh and his princess’s pleasure swept through his mind with the force of a tidal wave.
Shudders still gripped her body, little cries falling from her lips as the pulses of release continued to clench and ripple through her snug pussy. Pressing against the entrance Turk eased the engorged, sensitized crest into the flexing entrance. His teeth clenched, pleasure searing him, electric surges of incredible sensation racing from the head of his dick, along the heavily veined shaft to tighten around the sac of his balls.
“Turk.” The husky cry pulled his gaze from the slick flesh enveloping his dick to the dazed pleasure suffusing her expression.
“It’s okay, baby.” Reaching up he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her trembling lips as he clenched his teeth against the fiery pleasure gripping the head of his dick.
“Fuck, Erin,” he groaned, the feel of tight, slick silk sucking him into the gripping heat of her pussy, destroying him with pleasure.
Her head thrashed against the mattress, her fingers gripping his forearms as her thighs tightened and her pleasure began to build once again.
And he watched it.
Echoes of her pleasure milked his hard flesh as he pushed deeper inside her slick heat.
“Erin…” His hands slid from her thighs to her hips where he held them still, halting the instinctive little movements that had her pussy riding the hard engorged crest stretching the entrance. “Easy, baby.”
Flushed, dazed, her expression was tight with the sensual hunger building again. The swollen curves of her breasts drew him as pebble-hard pink nipples topped them, a flush of arousal surrounding the delicate hue.
Feeling her hands caress his shoulders, her tight sheath gripping him as he tilted her hips to him, Turk let his lips brush hers.
A brush was all it took.
Her lips parted beneath the caress, her tongue meeting and tasting his. A pulse of white-hot lightning tore over his nerve endings, sending a surge of pleasure through his body. His hips jerked, thrust, pushing the hard flesh penetrating her deeper.
A low, keening cry filled the air around him as Turk felt the last, fi
ngernail hold he had on his control dissolve.
The next thrust sent an overload of sensation crashing through his brain and spreading through his senses like lava pouring from a volcano. Immersed in more pleasure than he’d ever imagined finding in a woman, Turk gave himself to the overwhelming ecstasy he’d only found with this one woman.
* * *
Erin couldn’t process reality. Pleasure was a brutal storm whipping through her, burning her. The pleasure-pain of the thick flesh penetrating her, driving into her, dragged her in an erotic whirlwind more devastating than the one before it.
Turk surrounded her. Filled her.
The heaving thrust of his cock burning between her thighs, stretching and caressing intimate flesh, sent waves of desperate pleasure tearing through her again.
Again, it built inside her, rushing through her body and her senses as the storm began tearing through her.
The hard length of his thick flesh impaling her in quick, hard thrusts, the engorged crest stretching her, his throbbing shaft stroking with ever increasing pleasure …
“Turk!” She tried to scream his name as he buried his lips at her neck. Tried to breathe through a pleasure raging through her in rapidly tightening bands of chaotic storm centers. Like dozens of tornados racing through her, threatening to converge.
A hoarse male groan was her answer, his lips moving against the sensitive curve of her breast. Then his lips lowered, covered the painfully hard tip, his tongue lashing at it as he sucked it inside.
Sensation exploded from the caress, speared to her womb, her clit, then imploded with a force that she knew she would never fully recover.
Ecstasy was a vortex of swirling, vivid sensation. It spread through her senses, wreaked havoc with her emotions then overtook her soul in a blinding burst of pure rapture.
She was only distantly aware of Turk crying her name as he stiffened above her. The pulse of his release filling her, heating her further and adding to her orgasm.
Had she sensed what was coming she would have surely tried to run in fear as it rose inside her.
Such destruction no matter its need, no matter the resulting renewal could never be eased into. The senses were far too wary of change, the soul far too insulated against such havoc. But some storms, even the soul has no protection from. A man’s hunger for warmth, need for love. A woman’s beckoning, wrapped in innocence, flames trapped within and a love more enduring than even the sharpest blade.
Apart, they were lost, tortured by need, tossed about by capricious winds.
Together, forged in the flames of not just pleasure, but the need for each other, the need for emotions suppressed, buried, hidden, until this moment. They came together, neither admitting to each other, but both knowing, they found much more than pleasure.
CHAPTER 10
“You survived,” Erin whispered, a grin tugging at her lips when she found the energy to tease him once again.
Lying behind her, his large, broad body sheltering her, his arms wrapped around her as his warmth surrounded her, Erin wondered at his silence.
“Did I?” There was an edge of seriousness to his tone that had the smile melting from her lips as she stared into the dimly lit bedroom, the room-darkening shades and curtains all but eradicating the light from the room.
“You’re breathing,” she stated.
He sighed heavily, one hand stroking over her hip to her thigh as he remained silent behind her.
She couldn’t handle the silence. The least he could do was curse. Yell at her. Something.
“You’ll make me crazy,” he finally spoke, the dark rasp of his voice sending a tingle of response racing through her senses.
“How will I do that?” Rolling to her back to stare up at him she was faced with a man without amusement. He was serious. Watching her with the air of a man that couldn’t quite figure out the puzzle presented to him.
Lifting his hand, the backs of his fingers smoothed down her cheek. “Just by being you,” he said softly, his dark gaze somber.
Shrugging, she stared up at him with a little smile. “You think you know so much about me, don’t you, Turk?”
“J.D.’s stepdaughter,” he stated cryptically. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you. What I didn’t know was your name.”
“Oh, yeah? I wasn’t aware there were that many agents who knew me.” She sat up slowly, holding the sheet to her breasts as she watched him carefully.
“Everyone that’s part of the agency has heard of you, Erin.” He stared up at her, his expression closed now. “Wild. Determined to piss J.D. off whatever it takes. Even if it means risking your own life.”
She frowned down at him. Was that what everyone thought? That her clashes with J.D., her disagreements with him were just carefully orchestrated stunts to piss him off?
“Is that what J.D. thinks?” she asked him, watching his eyes carefully, though she knew he would give very little away.
“J.D. hadn’t mentioned it either way,” he revealed. “Your determination to do the exact opposite of what he wants is renown though.”
Erin’s lips quirked mockingly as she turned from him.
“I don’t try to piss J.D. off,” she told him, rising from the bed as she released the sheet before moving to the leather duffel bag she’d left open in an easy chair at the corner of the room.
Pulling a black silk robe free from the bag she pushed her arms into it slowly before dragging it around her and belting it snugly.
“It’s a talent then?” he suggested.
“It’s a natural progression.” She swallowed tightly as she turned to him. “I had a single choice at a job, working beneath his eagle eye and his protection. Anyone I’ve dated is so well vetted by him that by the second date I know how many cavities he has and how many his ex-lovers have. He runs over every choice I make, ensures I have no choice but to accept his dictates, and expects me to just follow along with whatever order he gives, just as anyone else would. Do you have any idea how hard it was to just have a life, Turk? To have a normal relationship?”
He just watched her as though she were one of those puzzle pieces that didn’t exactly fit. She could feel him slowly putting information together. What he’d heard. What he thought himself. What he suspected. Everything he’d seen and heard as he began to dissect her like some psychological lab rat.
He reminded her far too much of her stepfather actually.
“You’re just like him.” She sighed then. “God.” Raking her fingers through her hair she had to laugh at herself. “I’m obviously insane. Only I could fixate on a man so much like J.D. he could actually be his son.”
Turk didn’t flinch. He was rather proud of himself for that after the insult.
“We all know how J.D. likes to maneuver everyone.” He finally shrugged as he rose from the bed. “What worries me is the fact that you seem intent on doing the exact opposite of whatever he wants you to do. I’m part of the organization he oversees, and you know what that means. Risking myself for someone simply determined to piss off the director isn’t my preferred hobby.”
Wow, he really had a great opinion of her, didn’t he? Did he believe she’d choose him as a lover simply to piss off J.D.? Hell, she’d known when she realized how much she wanted him just how pleased her stepfather and her stepbrother would be.
“I’m more intent on doing whatever it takes to have a life of my own, a relationship he doesn’t dictate,” she argued, wondering why she was trying. Like J.D., he’d make up his mind and that would be it. “That’s all I ever asked for, Turk.”
“And what do you call your position within the CIN?” he asked, standing by the bed as he watched her, obviously more than comfortable with his nakedness.
“As an observer?” Her laughter was mocking. “A carefully designed maneuver by J.D. to ensure he can keep tabs on me while pretending to give me a life. Do you think that’s all I deserve, Turk? That it’s all I want in…”
“Fuck!” The sudden hiss of fury had cu
t her off in midsentence as Turk turned quickly to a monitor sitting on the dresser across from the bed.
A flip of the switch and the camera views were up. What she saw on them had her rushing to dress.
Jeans and a T-shirt, socks and boots. She dressed as quickly as possible. From an inner pocket of her suitcase she pulled her weapon free and shoved it in the small of her back as the four figures at the apartment door worked at the security.
“No time,” he snarled as he armed himself as well. “We can’t risk gunfire in the hall. There are kids in the other apartments.”
She was pulling extra clips from her suitcase and shoving them in her jean pockets as he quickly slid the bedroom window open.
“Clear,” he stated, quickly moving through the gap and turning for her.
Erin didn’t wait for an invitation. Sliding through the opening she drew in a deep breath as they teetered precariously on the narrow ledge three stories up.
“What the hell is going on?” she whispered. “No one should have known where I was.”
“Process of elimination,” he muttered. “I’m the only security personnel not showing up at the bar. We anticipated this, just not this quickly.” Reaching behind her he slid the window closed, latching it, surprisingly, from the outside.
“Oh, someone managed to surprise you?” The heavy mockery in her voice surprised even her as they began making their way along the brick ledge.
Dammit, she hadn’t even been given a chance to revel in the incredible pleasure she’d found in his arms. First she’d had to deal with him and his sudden too-serious turn where making love to her was concerned. Now she had to deal with this. It was a little much.
“They’ll be watching your vehicle,” she guessed as they began to edge their way around the corner of the building.
“That’s why Coop will have someone waiting for us,” he informed her. “I received the message as the alarm went off. They were cutting through my security too fast though.”
“Do you think they’ll figure out the window opens? Does mine open like that?” she asked as she followed him, inch by inch, praying her feet didn’t slip.
