Fear For Me (For Me #2)(73)

No. Some poor uniform had been the one to lose his breakfast.

A ghost of a smile lifted the ME’s lips. “Aren’t you a surprise.”

“No, I’m not.” She was a licensed doctor—she could handle blood just fine. She waited. He didn’t move. “The body?”

“Right this way, Agent.”





*


She was so f*cking beautiful that she stole his breath.

Lauren lay naked on the big, four-poster bed, her hair fanning behind her. Her body was pale and perfect, a temptation that would never get out of his head.

He stared at her and wanted to feast.

“I like the way you look at me,” she told him, her voice like sin. “When you look at me that way, I know just what you’re thinking.”

That he’d kill to have her? That he’d do anything to get close to her? He hoped she didn’t know what dark thoughts raced through his head. She might be afraid then. He never wanted her to be afraid of him.

“I’ll be easy,” he promised her as he tossed his shirt to the floor. He knew her injuries still hurt her.

Lauren shook her head. She rose and sat up. Her breasts thrust toward him. Round, with pink tips that he wanted to lick all night long.

“That’s not how it’s working tonight.”

He slowly removed his holster and put it on the nearby table.

“You don’t get to call all the shots.” She reached for him, her hands a silken heat on his flesh. “I get my turn tonight.”

“But you’re—”

“I don’t even have a headache.” Her fingers slid down to the snap of his pants. A few seconds later, the zipper eased down with a hiss. “I’ve got other things in mind.”

Then her mouth pressed against his and he couldn’t think. He could only feel. Her lips. Her tongue. She was licking him. Sucking him. Stroking with both her fingers and her mouth. He thrust helplessly forward, because Lauren—hell, the woman drove him crazy.

His hands rose, but he didn’t want to touch her head. Didn’t want to hurt her. So he fisted his fingers even as his hips surged. Her mouth feathered over the head of his cock, her tongue licked him, and his breath hissed out as the pleasure pulsed through him.

“Stop.” It came out a growl. If she didn’t stop, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

She licked him again.

“Lauren…” He pushed lightly at her shoulders.

Her head lifted. Her eyes, so bright, stared up at him. She smiled. “I love the way you taste.”

Hell. He could feel his control ripping away. The control he always held—no problem—with other women.

Not her.

Her fingers slid down his erect length. “I think I’d like to taste more.”

He would go insane. Anthony shook his head. “My turn.”

“But—”

It had to be his turn.

He pushed her back against the covers. Then just drank her in, memorizing every detail of her body with his eyes, his fingers, his mouth. When he kissed her breasts and licked those sweet nipples—better than candy, so much f*cking better—she moaned his name.

His cock was so full and heavy that he hurt. He wanted to drive deep into her, as hard as he could.

But she wasn’t ready yet.

And he wasn’t done with her.

His head lifted. His breath was sawing out, but he had to say, “If I hurt you—”

“You won’t!” Demand sharpened her voice.

“Tell me to stop,” he finished. He’d stop, no matter what, for her.

She shook her head. “I want more! I want you.” The demand was even stronger now.

His fingers slid between her thighs. She was wet. Hot. Fuck. He thrust two fingers into her. Lauren’s hips arched as her breath rushed out, then she bit her lip.

Yes. She was still thrusting her hips against him.

“You don’t have to be quiet.” There was a reason he’d ditched that hotel room. He loved it when Lauren screamed for him.

He would make her scream.

He pushed her legs farther apart and put his mouth on her sex. He sampled every inch of her, letting his tongue trail over her silken skin.

“Anthony!”

It wasn’t a scream. Not yet. Which was good, because he wasn’t done.

He thrust his tongue into her even as his thumb pushed over her clit. Her whole body seemed to tighten around him. He kept tasting her, kept drinking her in, knowing he’d never be able to get enough—

“Anthony!” Her nails sank into his shoulders, and he reveled in the sting of pain. “I need you in me.”

His head lifted. He licked his lips, savoring the taste. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze demanding.

He was about to explode.

He pushed the head of his cock against her body. Creamy heat. So good, so—

There was nothing between them.

Shit, he had to take care, had to protect her.

Lauren’s legs wrapped tightly around him. “I’m on the pill. Clean…”

He was, too. He’d never gone without a rubber with any woman. Yet right then—

I want all of her.

His eyes held hers. His control was threadbare. She arched against him, and he drove into her.