by KaLyn Cooper
Twenty minutes and two empty bowls later, Isaac shoved his chair back from the table. “You cooked. I’ll clean up while you go shower.”
“You trying to tell me I stink?” She smiled as she took her bowl to the sink.
He moved behind her, reaching around to place his dirty dishes next to hers. Her back to his chest, he leaned in and sniffed her neck. “I actually like the smell of female sweat.” Then he licked her from her collarbone to her ear. “Mmm. Salty. Shall I see if you taste the same…everywhere?” His hands came around her and her abdomen shuddered at his touch.
Hannah knew damn well she had sweated all day. The early morning adrenaline rush of being chased by religious radicals, followed by hours of downhill, cross-country, and uphill skiing in bright sunshine made her thankful for the wick away, high-tech clothing she wore.
If she were going to sleep with this man, she’d do it with a clean body. His hands moved up to cup her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening. When he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, she went wet.
“I have a better idea.” She rubbed her ass against his erection. “Why don’t we take a shower together?”
He bent down and scooped her up, lifting her off the floor into his arms. “I like the way you think.”
He carried her into the only bathroom in the house. “I’ll be right back. Be naked.”
Hannah wasn’t sure she liked being bossed around. She was an independent woman, an officer in the Syrian army. She gave orders. But she needed the shower. She could just as easily close and lock the door, although she was pretty sure that wouldn’t keep Isaac from coming in anyway. She started peeling off clothes and tossed them into a corner hoping there was a washer and dryer somewhere.
Isaac reappeared, gloriously naked with a foil packet in his hand. He stopped in the doorway and watched her peel off her long underwear. Her white bra and cotton panties were utilitarian, not sexy at all, but she couldn’t tell that by the heat in his eyes. She reached around the back to unhook her bra.
In one long step, he stood in front of her. “No, let me do that.” He wrapped one hand around the back and, with the slide of his fingers, the two hooks released. His fingers on her shoulders were so gentle as he slid the straps down her arms and tossed the bra aside.
He stared at her small breasts for what seemed like an eternity.
“They’re perfect,” he said just above a whisper. He lowered his head and licked his way around her areola. “Not quite as salty.” Then he sucked her breast deep in his mouth.
Hannah didn’t bother to hold in the moan. Her breasts were very sensitive and seemed to be connected directly to her clit. Surprised it was possible, she went even more wet.
He released her breast and blew cool air over her already puckered nipple before he switched to the other side. This was such sweet torture.
He ran his tongue between her breasts, over her quivering abdomen to her belly button as he kneeled in front of her.
In a sensation like she’d never had before, he ran his tongue along the top edge of her panties. Back in college, she would’ve been embarrassed for not wearing one of her many pairs of lacy panties or a sexy thong. But after a week in the desert, she had thrown them all away and replaced them with sturdy cotton.
“Isaac,” she managed to gasp out just before he hooked his thumbs in the sides and drew them down her legs. She stepped out and kicked them aside. Once again he was staring at her, but this time at the neatly trimmed hair that covered her sex.
Aziz had thought it disgusting that she had shaved all but a small swath. He had insisted she let it grow back natural. She, accustomed to U.S. grooming standards, continued to at least keep it trimmed neat. She didn’t want to think about her former lover with Isaac on his knees in front of her. She wanted—no, needed—him to replace all the memories of the traitor.
She cupped Isaac’s face in her hands and forced him to look up at her. “Shower. Now.”
When he started to protest, she pulled on his head forcing him to stand.
“You are so beautiful,” he said and tenderly kissed her. When he pulled back, her eyes met his and saw questions. “Hannah, are you sure you want to do this?”
She reached down and grabbed his cock giving it a slight squeeze. “More than you will ever know.”
Chapter 9
Isaac reached over and turned on the water. It was going to be a tight squeeze even though he and Uncle Samuel had built the shower for men their size.
Hannah was obviously uncomfortable with him going down on her. Not a problem. Not all women liked oral sex.
They stepped in together, and he allowed the heated water to pelt her shoulders. His had been tight from the uphill trek so he figured hers were, too. When she tilted her head back to let the water soak her hair, exposing that long tan neck of hers, he wanted to kiss his way up it before taking her mouth the way he wanted to take her body. Before he could place the first kiss on her collarbone, she turned to face the shower head.
He grabbed her shower gel and soaped his hands so he could start on her shoulders. Cleaning and massaging up her neck, over her collarbone, he felt her tension ease. When he took both breasts in his hands, she leaned back against his chest in complete trust.
A space inside him he hadn’t known was empty, suddenly filled. He enjoyed the feel of his fingers sliding all over her soft body. He took his time, starting with her fingertips and working his way up both arms, squeezing and kneading sore muscles. He re-soaped and kneeled in front of her.
Picking up one foot he commanded, “Rest it on my thigh.”
She did as ordered, and he repaid her by smoothing out the muscles with a light grip up and down her calf before moving on to her thigh. When he set her foot back down on the tile floor, she automatically raised the other one. He had never given any woman such a sensuous massage. He’d never wanted to before her.
When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he re-soaped, spreading bubbles from hipbone to hipbone. He pressed the heel of his hand over the top of her sex and she shuddered.
“I have to taste you,” he said through clenched teeth. He didn’t want to push her to do something she wasn’t ready for yet, so he asked, “May I?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” She cupped her hands on both sides of his face and forced him to look up at her. “Before… I was so sweaty… I didn’t want—”
He leaned forward and separated her lips that were hot and moist from more than just the shower. He ran his hot tongue over her exposed core.
Her whole body shook.
Hannah was barely breathing. Panting would be more accurate description. Every muscle in her body had tightened. He knew she was on the edge. She had almost shattered with that single touch.
But that’s not the way he wanted their first time to be.
Isaac stood up abruptly and turned off the water. “You’re going to come around my cock, looking into my eyes, the first time.”
Shocked, she just stood there, her almond-shaped eyes almost completely round. He picked her up and carried her to his bed. “I know I’m being selfish, but I want our first time together to be with me deep inside you.” Then he smiled. “Maybe the second time I’ll have you come around my tongue, or the third.” They had days together in the secluded cabin, maybe weeks, without the prying eyes of his office. Only a few people knew their location. She was as safe as she could be, in his arms, in his bed.
He swept back the navy blue comforter and laid her on the crisp white sheets following her down. He ravished her mouth, his hands finding her breasts once again. When he finally reached between her legs, she was soaked. Power and relief washed over him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Oh, yes.” He stroked her once, then twice, before he slid a finger into her wet, hot channel. When he glided in a second digit, he felt her vaginal muscles reflexively clamp around him. “Do that when I’m inside you,” he demanded.
He reached for the condom, then remembered
he left it in the bathroom. He inwardly smiled. It would get used, probably sooner rather than later. Opening the nightstand drawer, he grabbed another one.
She snatched the packet from his hand. “I want to do that.”
He liked the way she was an active participant. His fiancée hadn’t been like that at all. She had enjoyed sex—he made sure she came every time and never faked it— but she never took the lead.
Hannah seemed to want to be in control. Not this first time, though.
She tore the package open, tossing the wrapper aside. Her hands were a caress as she rolled the condom down his cock. When she gave him a little squeeze, he slammed his eyes shut to fight for control.
“It was almost over before we got started, sweetheart.” As payback, he pumped his fingers in and out of for a few more times before he withdrew them and gently spread her legs farther apart.
When he slid inside her, the word perfection popped into his mind. He held there for a second and looked down into her blissful face.
“More.”
His cock swelled at her command.
He backed out slightly then pushed all the way in. This was the way sex was supposed to feel. He filled her completely. She showed her approval as her inner muscles clamped down around him. Hannah was special in a way he couldn’t define.
He pumped in and out, but she didn’t seem to be getting there. He leaned on one elbow and reached down between them. With the next thrust he rubbed his thumb over her clit.
Hannah about came off the bed. “Do that again.”
Given her reaction, there was no way he would ever stop.
He leaned down and kissed her quickly. “I’m not going to stop until you scream my name.” He then rubbed a circle around the outside of her clitoris and pinched it lightly before he thrust into her.
“I…I..” She tried to call his name, but as he moved inside her, she seemed to reach higher and higher.
Every muscle in her body tightened. She gasped for breath a second before his name broke on a shuddered exhale. He followed her into a world filled with ecstasy as they both fell over the edge.
**
Isaac was having the best dream of his life. He and Hank were in Virginia Beach on another bender, celebrating the fact they had both made it out of the sandbox alive once again. They had picked up two women in the oceanside bar, not caring the women were looking to bag a SEAL. Neither man was the kind that would ever settle down and certainly not with a base bunny.
The woman had kissed her way down Isaac’s belly and licked the drop of excitement off the tip of his cock. She was currently running her tongue up the very sensitive underside while gently cupping his balls. When she took him in her mouth, he could practically feel her long hair tickle his hips.
Excitement built within him, and he felt ready to burst. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was sixteen. His eyes flew open to find Hannah crouched between his open legs, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep, all the way to her throat.
“Hannah.” Her name was a hoarse plea.
“Huh?” The word was more of a hum that vibrated through her hot mouth wrapped around his dick.
He clenched his back teeth to fight the urge to come. “Sweetheart, I have a much better idea.”
She sat up. “Me, too.”
He watched as she rolled on the condom, then straddled his hips before lowering herself onto him. “You don’t mind if I go for a ride, do you?”
He reached up and cupped both breasts. “You don’t mind if I play with these, do you?” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
She tightened her thighs on his hips and gave him an internal hug. Oh. Yes. He could get used to this.
They both took a long ride that built slowly. When Isaac was close, he sat up and took her breast in his mouth. He knew the position added pressure to her clit, and she moaned her approval. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take so he gently nipped the hardened pebble in his mouth.
Hannah screamed in pleasure. Her internal walls milked every ounce out of him before they collapsed back on the bed.
He didn’t want to move, but he had to get rid of the condom. She lay on top of him breathing gently and evenly, asleep in his arms. Perfect.
Carefully, he rolled over to his side and tucked her into the sheets. After disposing the condom and cleaning up, all he wanted to do was go back to her, fall asleep with her for hours, then do it all again.
He heard a buzzing and immediately checked the alarm system. All clear. Then he realized it was the satellite phone that he had placed on vibrate rather than ring. He pressed the button to accept the call as he looked out every window, searching for danger.
“Snowman here.”
“Atlanta operations here. You missed your check in two hours ago. We were about to send in helicopters and our black ops team.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! “Sorry. We took showers and fell asleep after finally having a hot meal.” When lying, stick as close to the truth as possible. He wondered if they really would send in a team, guns blazing. He was sure he didn’t want to find out. “So, now when is my next check in?”
“Infrared is clear,” Atlanta told him. “Go back to bed, and take the damn phone with you just in case. Next check in, oh-six-hundred.”
“Snowman out.” Isaac clicked off the call. If they had actually been in danger, they would both be dead. He looked down the hall toward his bedroom. The most dynamic, wondrous, vivacious woman he had ever known was waiting for him there. He couldn’t let anything happen to her. Ever.
He adjusted the volume to full and crawled in next to Hannah.
His internal alarm woke him at five fifty-five the next morning. The cabin was chilly, so he slipped into sweats and thick socks. He tucked Hannah in and covered her with an extra blanket. Grabbing the sat phone on his way out of the bedroom, Isaac went in search of coffee.
Tonight, he would have to prepare the pot and set the timer so it would be ready when he got up tomorrow. He’d also have to remember to bank the fire so it would last throughout the night.
Coffee dripping, he checked in with Guardian Security.
“There were a few wild animals that wandered by in the night, but none of the two-legged variety. Your uncle has a pretty sweet system. Did you hook him up with that?” Karl Solomon, his best friend back in Atlanta, had the operations center desk that morning.
“What do you think?” was Isaac’s reply.
“I think there’s a damn good reason that there isn’t any surveillance on the inside. I’ve seen a picture of the pretty lady you’re guarding with your life.” He lowered his voice. “You had a chance to use that gift I sent with you?”
Isaac knew he was talking about the box of condoms. “You know as well as I do, you don’t fuck the job.” But he had. Several times. And hoped to again this morning.
“You could’ve gotten a little action before the job actually started.” Karl was on a fishing expedition, but Isaac wasn’t biting.
“Anything else I need to know about?” He wanted to get off the subject of Hannah. The thought of her warm and soft, and in his bed, made him hard. “Any news from USSOCOM or Homeland?”
“Our former employer is working on something, but it’s top-secret and neither of us have the clearance for that shit anymore.” Karl went on to add, “And I, for one, am glad. I’ve eaten all the sand I’m ever going to, unless I can find some gorgeous woman that needs protecting on a Caribbean beach.”
“Roger that.” Isaac thought about the plain white bra and panties he had stripped Hannah of last night. It looked like a very conservative bikini. But he didn’t have any problems picturing her in three small triangles held together by strings.
His cock was so hard it was pulsing. He looked down the hallway longingly. “Do you have any good news for me?”
“Actually, I do.” Then Karl added, “It’s really a good news, bad news deal.”
“Hit me with good news first.” Isaac pou
red himself another cup of coffee.
“Homeland has two of the tangos who attacked you in Big Sky in federal custody.”
“What about the other two?”
“Sorry, Snowman. Looks like they got away.”
Damn. That meant there were at least two men who knew they were in Montana and were close enough to do something about it. Isaac was afraid of that. At least four of the six were out of the game.
“Hang on, Isaac. I have in incoming call from Alex.”
When Karl returned to the line, he used his formal voice. “Snowman, hold for Wolf.”
The next voice Isaac heard was that of his ultimate boss. “Snowman, are you friendly enough to ask Blink a few questions?”
“Most likely. What do you need to know?” Isaac wasn’t sure if Hannah would open up to him.
“We’re getting conflicting stories about why ISIS wants her and if they really want her dead, or just want her back.” Alex was being vague and it was driving Isaac’s imagination to places he really shouldn’t go.
“They want her back so they can torture her?” There was no way in hell Isaac was going to allow that.
There was a long pause before Alex answered. “We have one source telling us that she was the wife of the Caliphate’s brother who will take over ISIS if anything happens to al-Baghdadi.”
“Holy fuck.” The words slipped out of his mouth just above a whisper, but everyone had likely heard them.
“You got that right,” Alex confirmed. “If true, that changes everything. You will need to take her into immediate custody so we can turn her over to Homeland Security.”
“She could be a fucking spy.” The hatred in Karl’s voice came through loud and clear.
Isaac quickly thought through everything he and Hannah had spoken about. Had he given away any state secrets?
Of course not.
How could that wonderful woman, the one who had made love to him so tenderly, be an enemy? Isaac shook his head. He couldn’t believe what they were saying. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Intel was inaccurate.
