by Alice Ward
“Will you be still for me?”
Holy hell. How was he always so sexy? His low, gravelly tone should have been considered foreplay. Unable to find words, I nodded, summoning all my willpower and biting my lip as his tongue moved through my folds, searching and exploring my body for the first time. He found and circled my clitoris, pulling it deep into his mouth. He sucked hard on that little bundle of nerves, causing me to push my hips closer, eager for more. And he complied, increasing suction until it was almost painful.
I reached for his hair, holding on while he drove me crazy. He chuckled and kissed my clit before looking up my body, his mouth glistening with my arousal. “Uh, oh. You moved.”
My eyes widened, and I watched as he pushed off the bed and walked to his closet. He wasn’t gone long, a couple ties and the belts of both robes in his hand.
He was serious.
I’d never allowed a man to make me this vulnerable, but I wanted to be vulnerable with him. I wanted everything.
My chest was heaving as he tied my hands to the bed, then did the same with my ankles, spreading me wide. I didn’t recall ever being more excited about anything in my life. I was at his mercy. And if I were honest, I sure hoped he wouldn’t show any.
“Now, you’ll be still.” He moved up to stand next to me. “I have you right where I want you.” Getting on the bed, he straddled my chest, his shorts the only thing between me and his cock. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my cock when I’m done. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” The answer came out of me on a burst of air, and his lips quirked up to one side as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“We’ll see.”
With that sexy smirk still on his lips, he moved down my body until he was between my legs again. His eyes were locked on mine as he slid two fingers inside me. I let out a strange hissing sound when he began pounding into me with short, almost brutal thrusts that didn’t quite hurt but came close enough that I rode the line between pain and pleasure. Then pleasure won out and I came, crying out his name as I pulled on my restraints.
“You’re so very beautiful,” he said, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking, “and your taste is addicting. I’ll never get enough.”
Then his mouth was on me again, his fingers and tongue pushing me to and through another powerful orgasm.
I was still panting when he wiped his hand over his mouth, then pulled off his shirt before dropping his shorts to the floor. My mouth watered as he revealed his flesh to me, one article of clothing at a time.
When his cock popped free, I pulled on my restraints, needing to touch him, wanting to stroke the soft steel of him. But that smirk was back, and I knew he wasn’t going to set me free.
He had other plans.
Crawling up my body until he was straddling my chest, he stroked his cock, then lowered the tip to my lips. Sticking out my tongue, I took a first lick, tasting the drop of salty fluid that formed at the tip before taking the head in my mouth to swirl my tongue around the edges.
Zane groaned, and I knew that, although I was powerless to move, I held this power over him. “Feed me, Zane,” I begged and those green eyes grew darker as he looked down at me. I opened my mouth and felt the weight of him on my tongue as he did as I asked.
“Suck me.”
His eyes gleamed as he pulsed in and out of my mouth. He didn’t go in all the way, didn’t make me gag, but he did push me to the point of needing to breathe. When he pulled out, he stroked himself while I sucked in a lungful of precious oxygen.
“You like giving me head, Sloane?” he asked and I opened my mouth in answer. He chuckled, but his nostrils flared as I took more of him in my throat. “You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice raw with tension.
When he pulled out again, I gasped for breath. “More.”
“You sure, baby? I’m getting close.”
I wanted all of him. I didn’t want him to stop. “Please, Zane. I want you to come for me.”
He cursed and feed me his cock again, holding the headboard to support himself as he fucked my mouth. I’d never done it like that before. It was a first, and I loved the way he made me feel powerful and helpless simultaneously. I loved how my jaw hurt, how my arms ached, how my fingers itched to touch him.
He kept moving, watching his cock slide in and out, then his eyes closed as he moved faster, giving me another warning. “I’m going to come.”
I was ready, swallowing, feeling the power of accepting every part of him, not backing away from this challenge.
Just as I watched him come, I watched him recover from what I’d done for him. He opened his eyes and pulled away from me, letting the ties of my hands and ankles loose.
“Thank you,” he murmured, pulling me against him, his lips in my hair as he fought to control his breathing. “Thank you so much.”
I smiled, curling into him, sated and secure, even though all we’d done was officially foreplay. “Will you make love to me tonight?” I asked, tracing a finger down his arm.
He lifted my chin and kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ve never made love to anyone before.”
My insides curled, warmed by the admission, knowing it was true. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Zane
Adorable.
I still hadn’t officially had sex with the woman beside me, but I’d never felt closer to anyone in my life. The way she had trusted me only minutes before changed something deep inside me.
“What time is it?” she asked. “As much as I don’t want to move right now, I also don’t want to miss dinner with Charles and Grace.”
I lifted my head just enough to see the bedside clock. Shit. We’d been laying here for over an hour. I groaned and rolled onto my back.
“Is that man-talk for ‘time to go?’” she asked, her voice teasing.
I grunted. “Me no want to go.”
She laughed. “Okay, Tarzan. Then you don’t get my making love lessons later.”
I practically leapt from the bed, earning another laugh from her, then dragged her to the bathroom where I turned on the shower.
“I don’t have any of my things here,” she reminded me as I pulled her under the warm water.
“Can you make do with the girly spa soaps the resort left for now?”
She poked me in the chest. “You really don’t understand females very well, do you?”
I snorted. “I know enough to make you explode, if I remember correctly.”
That earned me another poke in the chest, but also a cute little blush on her cheeks.
We showered, and I enjoyed washing her hair, listening to her moan in pleasure as I massaged her scalp. “How lucky I am that I’m your neighbor,” she said. “If I’d chosen the bungalow on the other side of Smith, we might never have met.”
“Fate is a funny thing. If I hadn’t been out on my deck, I might have never seen you.” Pushing her head back, I rinsed the shampoo out of her blonde hair, loving the feel and smell of it. When I brought her head back up, I couldn’t resist a little kiss.
I stopped when my cock twitched. We didn’t have time to do any more. There was dinner to get to, mafia shit to unravel. She smiled as she took the shampoo and washed my hair in return. I looked at her as she moved her hands through my hair.
I loved the way her eyes lifted at both sides just a bit, the tiny freckles covering the bridge of her nose. Her lips had the most perfect cupid’s bow right in the middle. Her teeth were white, straight, with a tiny gap between the middle ones. “Did you wear braces when you were a kid?”
She laughed and gave me a little you’re weird look. “I did. I was a member of the gap-toothed freckle-faced club as a kid.”
“I bet you were adorable.” She rinsed my hair, then poured body wash in her hand, washing my shoulders and chest, my arms. When my cock took notice, I grabbed the soap from her hands. “Better let me do that. If you raise the beast, we’ll never get to
dinner.”
She grinned. “What about you? Have you always been this perfect?”
“God no. I was a gangly teenager with all knees and elbows. I wore glasses up until I was twenty-two when I had laser surgery. You would have found my retainer to wrangle my buck teeth in line especially attractive.”
She laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately. I was a dork.”
The grin on her sweet lips made my heart ache, it was so cute. “I bet you were a cutie-pie.”
“I was not a cutie-pie. I didn’t fill out until I was nearly twenty. Only then did I begin to get some weight on me. And once that finally happened, I began to workout with a trainer. The retainer came off, my beaver teeth were a thing of the past. I got myself a haircut, taming the curly mess I inherited from my grandfather and became the man you see before you.”
“And what a man you became,” she purred as she ran her hands over my chest then over my shoulders, leaving them on my biceps. “A very beautiful man.”
“You’re making me blush.” I wasn’t blushing, I was excited and happy she found me so attractive. She made me feel more manly, more attractive, and sexier than I’d ever felt. I took her by the chin and pressed my lips to hers. “I bet we’d make some gorgeous kids.”
She opened her eyes and batted her long lashes at me. “You think so?”
I ran my hands down over her voluptuous breasts, over her round hips and pulled her close to me, flesh to flesh. “I think so. Well, maybe after retainers and braces and such.”
We laughed, and each moment we spent together made me like her even more. Underneath all the mystery, she was real, as contradictory as that sounded.
“We need to get ready,” she said, reaching to turn off the water.
I handed her a towel. “I know you’re right, but all I want to do is keep you naked, take you back to bed, get you on your knees, and—”
She put a finger to my lips. “Dinner. Stop talking, you’re killing me.”
Grabbing her wrist, I sucked a finger into my mouth, sucking gently. “You’re killing me too.” I took her face in my hands. “Let’s get dressed and get you wired, then the rest of the night will be ours.”
She nodded, and I kissed her softly, then stepped away so we could do what needed to be done. She slipped back into her clothes and escaped to her bungalow to finish her routine.
Fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on her door, then stepped inside when I heard her call out for me to, “Come in.”
I followed the sound of a hair dryer, then grinned as I stepped over shoes and a few dresses she’d clearly tried on and tossed aside. I found her in her bathroom, and my heart squeezed in my chest.
She was wearing a strapless sundress that fell just past her knees. There was nothing overly sexual about it, but the dark navy gauzy material was perfect on her.
I leaned against the doorjamb and watched her run some type of torture device through her hair, mildly concerned when steam spiraled up from her head. She met my gaze in the mirror. “It’s not fair that men have it so easy.”
Refraining from telling her I’d been ready ten minutes ago, I just grinned as I became familiar with her routine. Once her hair was straightened and some type of good smelling spray plastered on, she did some kind of magic to her eyes, sweeping on multiple colors that deepened and highlighted their natural beauty.
A sweep of some rose-colored powder on her cheek gave her a pretty glow while a darker bronze color was dotted strategically on her brow and jawline.
“Can I be perfectly honest with you?” I asked as she traced a coloring pencil around her lips.
“You can.” She filled in her lips like one would do color in a coloring book.
“I kind of like this spy thing.”
She raised a brow. “You do?”
“Yeah. I have a degree, but I never liked being behind a desk. Same with my parents’ company. It never caught my interest, and thank goodness, they never pressed me to become part of it.”
She turned to face me, a little tube of lip gloss in her hand. “Well, you might want to get past this first assignment before you make any life-altering plans.”
I grinned. “True, but so far, this is exciting. I think that’s what I’ve been looking for, you know? And who knows, maybe one day you and I can open a private eye business. A couple of super sleuths who save the world, one perp at a time.”
She turned to face the mirror again, smoothing the gloss over her lips. “Who knows? Anything could happen, I guess.”
“Would you be willing to give up photography to take this kind of thing up full time?”
She fastened a bracelet around her wrist, not meeting my eye, the smile sliding from her face. “We can talk about that. But not tonight. We need to hurry, and I’m not wired yet.”
“Let me do it.” I waggled my eyebrows at her, hoping to break the somber mood our conversation had thrust her in. “I just want to see how it works, of course.”
She rolled her eyes, the smile coming back. “You just want to play with my tits some more.”
“Maybe do a little of that too. They’re righteous. You can’t blame a man for taking every opportunity he can get to play with those babies.”
She checked herself one last time in the mirror. “Come on, Romeo.”
Back in the bedroom, I picked the wire up from the dresser. With a sly smile on her face, she pulled her top down, and I groaned as her breasts popped free. I looked at her naked tits and sighed, adjusting my pants. “I’m going in.”
She laughed and held out a hand. “I can do it if it’s going to make you uncomfortable.”
“No way.” I slapped her hand. “I like the way you make me feel uncomfortable.”
Together, we got her wired, although I was concerned about how it would feel when it was time for the tape to come off.
“You can kiss it and make it better later,” she promised me then groaned as I took her nipple in my mouth. “Focus,” she said, pulling the dress up and going back to the mirror to look for any sign of it showing through. “Perfect.”
I fist bumped her. “We’re a good team.”
The smile almost slid from her face again before she caught it and forced it on even brighter. Was she just nervous about tonight? Or nervous about us? I couldn’t tell, and now wasn’t the best time to have that conversation.
As she finished getting ready, I picked up her discarded clothes and hung them in her closet. It was then I noticed the sparse amount of clothing she had with her and made a mental note to surprise her with some new things from the local shops.
“Let’s go shopping tomorrow.”
“For what?”
“I’d love to see you in some bright colors.”
She looked down at the navy dress. “Are you saying I look dowdy?”
Oh. Shit.
I held out my hands. “No. You look fabulous. I just think some of the island colors would be gorgeous with your coloring.”
She didn’t look convinced. “I don’t need you buying me things, Zane.”
Women were evil.
“Get over it. I’m going to buy you lots and lots of things.”
She slid her feet into the same sandals she wore yesterday, and I made a mental note to add shoes to our shopping list.
“I can buy my own things.”
“I know you can buy your own things, but I want to. Isn’t that one of the pleasures of being a boyfriend?”
“I—” Sloane stopped arguing and tilted her head to one side.
“What?”
She held a finger to her lips and shook her head before walking into the living room. From outside, I heard someone giggle and Sloane reached for her purse.
“What?” I asked again.
Sloane rolled her eyes. “It’s her?”
“Who? Grace?” I got another eye roll. “How do you know?”
“The giggle is a dead giveaway.”
Another giggle, louder this time. “That?”
“Yes.” Sloane checked her dress. “Showtime. Are you ready?”
I took a deep breath and held out my arm. “Ready.”
As I opened the door, and we stepped through just before Charles and Grace passed by, I thought about our future after we left the island. We had a lot of things to plan out. I wasn’t letting this woman get away from me. No matter what.
But we had to get through this first. Get the information out of Charles, then I’d charter a private jet to get us the fuck out of there. Although I was excited about all of it, I knew I had to play it cool.
With a wave to Charles and Grace, our mission had begun.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Sloane
A star-filled sky hung over our heads as we walked with Charles and Grace to a bar for predinner drinks.
Nerves sizzled in my stomach, and I prayed I was doing the right thing. Before getting dressed, I’d checked in with Agent Matthews and had gotten approval to allow Zane to help me. My handler actually seemed impressed with my quick thinking and use of available assets.
But I still worried that I was doing the right thing, pulling a man I was beginning to care for into this mess. Before I disconnected with him, Matthews’s last warning was for me to make sure I controlled the situation. But the man by my side wasn’t making that easy.
He proved that once again as we sat at a small table, having drinks with the other couple. His lips rarely left my face and his hands were all over me. It wasn’t that I disliked it, I actually loved it. But it was making it hard on me to concentrate enough to make small talk that might get some much-needed evidence on Smith.
I tried to think as Zane nibbled my neck. “I’m a photojournalist. You’ve probably seen some of my work if you’ve read a newspaper in the last few years. What is it you do, Grace?” I thought working on her first might ease Charles’ mind for when I asked him about his occupation.
But Grace didn’t answer me, Charles did the talking for her. “My girl has no need to work. Taking care of me is her job.” He ran his arm around her and pecked her cheek. “Isn’t that right, doll?”
Grace pressed her hand against his chest as she looked at him with large, grateful eyes. “That’s right. My job is to take care of you.”
