Heated Pursuit (Alpha Security #1)(29)
It wasn’t until she and Rafe were left alone that she opened her mouth, and turned straight into a kiss that curled her toes. Oh, the man could kiss.
Rafe took full advantage of her impending rant. His tongue brushed against her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth. In zero point two seconds she went from stomach-twisting sick to panty-melting hot. Her arms linked around his neck while his large hands gripped her hips and pulled her between his muscular thighs.
Her gelatin legs no longer mattered when he walked her backward and pinned her body against the wall. Vertical was her new favorite position, at least with Rafe. With unhurried strokes, his tongue mimicked the slow grind of his hips, tormenting every inch of her body until she emitted a husky, feminine groan.
Until last night, she’d never been kissed like this—like the very existence of the earth depended on this one single meeting of mouths. If this was what it was like to be ravished, she’d been missing out on a hell of a lot. His callused hands bit into the silky fabric of her sundress and lifted both the hem and her leg to his waist.
It felt animalistic, primal—fitting since they were in the middle of the jungle. Control obliterated, she tossed her reservations into metaphorical Yucca trees and chased after the hot, burning need ripping its way through her body.
She no longer received, but gave. She matched the thrust of his hips with her own, lured his tongue farther into her mouth before invading his. She slipped her hands beneath the cotton of his button-down shirt and relished the feel of hard, flat abs. One strong tug and buttons flew, leaving his chest exposed to her touch. Someone, or both of them, trembled.
With a soft curse, Rafe spun them into the bathroom, never once taking his mouth from hers as he kicked the door closed behind them.
“Keep your arms raised.” He clasped her fingers around the mounted towel hook and continued to run his hands down her body. When he got to the hem of her dress, he sifted it up and bunched it around her waist. Her knees buckled as his thumb brushed over the dampened lace of her thong. And when he followed the caress with a slow nuzzle of his mouth, she whimpered, one hand falling to the top of his head.
“Hands up, Roja, or this is all you’re going to get.”
No. Freaking. Way.
Rafe waited until she obeyed to pull her thong to the side and take a long, slow swipe with his tongue. Her body tensed as he skated it back through her wet slit. Up and down. Around. He took his time, making her body quiver beneath his mouth before daring to give her engorged clit a gentle suck.
“Oh my God,” she murmured at the exact time the pleasure turned to carnal bliss.
He hummed against her mound, the vibrations tightening her hold on the towel hook to avoid falling. The mix of his rough, stubbled jaw against her thigh and the smooth glide of his tongue made her come so hard that her legs went limp.
Rafe continued to lick her until she was breathless and panting. She lost track of time, watching him beneath half-hooded eyes as he kissed his way to her waiting mouth. Tasting herself on his lips felt so wrong, and yet made her so damn hot.
Not letting go of her, Rafe reached into the shower and turned the nozzle to full blast. With a lazy smile, he dropped his forehead to hers. “Holy hell, Red.”
She flashed him a tremulous grin. “You took the words out of my mouth. And not that I didn’t enjoy that because I obviously did, but what was that about?”
“Bugs.”
With the still-pulsing rush of pheromones, it took a minute to realize he meant microphones and not hand-sized cockroaches. “How did you—?”
He gestured to Charlie’s creation strapped to his wrist. “Charlie wasn’t kidding. This thing works like a f*cking charm. That room out there’s filled to the brim with them, and it looks like there’s a video signature out there, too.”
“So you’re telling me that your choices were either giving me a mind-numbing orgasm or having me blow our cover?”
He flashed her a wicked grin that made his eyes twinkle. “What can I say? I’ve been thinking about tasting you ever since we woke up this morning.”
Penny couldn’t argue with his chosen option, because she’d been thinking about the same thing. She just hadn’t pictured it happening against the door in Diego Fuentes’s bathroom.
“I’ll scope out the mics and deliver them to our host with an ultimatum, but I think it best we leave the camera.” Rafe got them back on track. “It doesn’t appear to have sound capabilities. This way, Fuentes can feel as though he has an eye on us. Of course, that means no breaking character. At least physically.”
“Then let’s go round up some bugs.”
“Not right this second.” He propped his arm against the door, blocking her exit.
“Can I ask why not?” She challenged his naughty grin with a lift of her eyebrows.
“It doesn’t take a sex therapist to see where things were heading out there. We were going at it pretty hot and heavy. I may be undercover, but I still have a reputation to consider. There’s no way in hell I’d be done with you after only a few minutes.”
Heat came roaring back to both their eyes with his brutal honesty. Rafe had made her shed her reservations regarding commando types once already, twice if you factored in the kiss at the safe house, and it was clearly going to become a habit.
Her rules hadn’t factored him into the equation, because he was more than the ruggedly gorgeous outside package. It was his brief moments of humor, of compassion…and yeah, ridiculous sex appeal. When he dropped his cool exterior and looked at her like he wanted to eat her whole, she shivered. A man like him didn’t do anything half-assed. He was thorough and attentive, woefully unselfish. Jealousy over an unknown woman who would one day be lucky enough to call him hers made Penny give herself a mental slap.