Actual Stop (Agent O’Connor #1)(65)
Allison’s eyes bored into mine as she wrenched her tank top from her body and quickly went to work on the fly of her jeans. Normally, I loved undressing her, taking my time to discover each part of her as I revealed it. Tonight, however, both of us were too far gone to even pretend to be slow and leisurely. At least this first time. I vowed to savor her later.
Maintaining our charged eye contact, I shimmied out of my clothes. I didn’t care where they ended up as I flung them away from me. I wanted nothing between me and the hot press of her skin.
Allison hit me in the face with her panties and then tossed her bra at me. Automatically, I caught both and returned her smile, tossing the bra over my shoulder. The panties gave me pause, and I captured the crotch between my thumb and forefinger. God, they were wet.
“Come here.”
The panties slipped from my grasp, and I crawled across the bed and immediately covered her body with my own, dispensing with my usual ritual of feasting on the smorgasbord of her naked flesh with my eyes. Right now, I needed to feel her. The desire was an all-consuming ache, and my head swam.
I groaned deep in the back of my throat as our bodies collided, and a wave of satisfaction-tinged relief washed over me. She felt more amazing than I remembered, more incredible than I could ever have imagined, and my skin hummed everywhere we touched.
Allison cupped the back of my neck with one hand and pulled me to her, crushing my mouth to hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. She wrapped one leg around my hip, and the new position allowed me greater access to her dripping center.
She groaned, tilted her hips, and pulled me tighter to her. Evidently, she wanted me to continue. Smiling into our kiss, I stroked her again, pleased with how easily my fingers slid through her slick folds.
Allison hissed and broke our kiss, throwing back her head and squeezing her eyes shut. The fingers on the back of my neck tensed, and she rocked her hips again. Then she ripped my hair tie out, and I took advantage of my momentary freedom to shift my position, sliding down on the bed so I could lavish my attentions on her breasts with my lips while I used my hand to drive her a whole different kind of crazy.
The sounds wrenched from Allison’s throat were the stuff of legends. I could think of no more powerful aphrodisiac than her little moans and gasps of pleasure, except perhaps hearing her say my name as she came. The heat that poured off her was intoxicating and drew me like the proverbial moth to a flame.
“Ryan,” Allison pleaded a little breathlessly, tugging on my hair.
“Mmm.” I closed my eyes and trailed lingering kisses over the taut planes of her abdomen, tracing the ridges of her muscles with my tongue. I sucked on the skin surrounding her belly button and slid my fingers a little higher, so I was almost brushing the spot where I knew she needed me most. Almost. But not quite.
“Turn around.”
“Mmm.” I wasn’t paying attention to her words, much more interested in the tension I was creating in various parts of her body as I skimmed my lips over her skin. The scent of her arousal enthralled me, and I nuzzled the juncture where her thigh met her hip.
“I want to taste you,” Allison whispered softly. She followed her statement with a small sigh and, despite her words, lifted her hips toward my mouth.
Okay, that got my attention. I raised my head just enough to meet her eyes as I dragged my tongue slowly through her wetness, relishing her musky flavor.
Allison moaned and threaded her fingers back through my hair, gripping hard. She tugged my head back, and I glared at her, irritated that she was interrupting me. I had explicit plans for her, and she was the exact opposite of helpful.
“Ryan, please?” Her voice was low and husky, full of desire.
Arousal pierced my gut and tickled that odd spot under my right arm that it did in only the most extreme cases. I closed my eyes against the onslaught, which was almost too intense to bear. Allison loosened her grip in my hair and began to rake gentle trails through it, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I trembled, reveling in the pleasant sensations she was evoking in me.
I opened my eyes to meet hers and saw swimming beneath their depths the very passion that’d shattered me and in the same moment somehow made me whole time and time again. I melted under the weight of that look.
Still unable to form coherent sentences, I simply nodded. I lifted myself, and she sat up to meet me, our lips brushing one another in a long, tender kiss. When we broke apart, she flashed me an impish grin and raised her eyebrows once in an almost playful gesture. I grinned back, recognizing the unspoken order for what it was, and readjusted my position so she could reach me while I lavished attention on her.
Her hot breath tickling the skin of my inner thighs made me completely freeze. The first touch of her tongue gliding over my sensitive folds made me lose my focus altogether.
I lay there for a long moment, my cheek resting against her leg, completely unable to move. My eyes were closed, and sparks were dancing along the insides of my eyelids that seemed eerily timed with the motions of her tongue against my throbbing core.
My muscles all went tight, and my body trembled. Jesus, this wouldn’t take long at all, I thought stupidly as I spread my knees a little wider. She let out a sort of growl as she wrapped her lips around me, and the slight vibration made me gasp.
Remembering where I was and what I was supposed to be doing, I bent my head so I could resume my earlier activities. Only I upped the ante and thrust two fingers inside her as well. She made that low, guttural noise again and rolled her hips beneath me. I chuckled as I pulled my fingers out slowly. She whimpered, and I, never able to deny her anything, slid them back home.