Moth(42)

She’s asking for this. She wants it. She needs it, and I’m contemplating giving it to her.

I lift my shirt over my head and toss it away. She bites down on her bottom lip while I unfasten my pants and sit on the mattress to remove my boots. Afterwards, I give my pants a slight shove so they fall off my ankles. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, while she remains behind me waiting. I know this is the last chance I’m going to get to turn her away. My brain wants me to get up and leave, to rationalize with the consequences that will come with these actions.

My dick has other ideas with how we should pass the time, and it involves me doing things I’ve thought about since the moment I laid eyes on this woman. She’s taunting me. She’s baiting me, and I want her to.

If I touch her, if we take this route, no one will have to know. There is no surveillance in this room. It’s a safe place. We can do as we please. I can take her and make her mine, easily without haste.

I spin around and rake in her immaculate body. I’m starving to savor every inch of her creamy skin.

I’m lost with anticipation, forced to move closer to the prize. I gulp hard when my gaze courses over her thick thighs, small waist, perky tits, and most of all the sweet spot between her legs she’s keeping closed. I’m beyond able to rationalize. My inability to understand right from wrong is apparent as I continue to ravel in delight.

As I hover over her body there’s only one question lingering in my mind.

How the hell I’m going to be able to live with myself when she finds out I’m nothing but a part of what she’s running from?





Chapter 14


The bomb has been detonated. The danger I’m putting us both in is irrelevant. I’ve polluted the waters of my investigation by an unhinged desire for this woman I know little about. It’s impossible to fathom I could react this way, yet it seems as though I’m a victim in her unchaste ruin.

She's exquisite, a centerfold spread for only my eyes. She's the prey, and I'm her helpless victim, positioned before her all while knowing she's about to pounce. When it happens I'm bound to lose myself. Sexual experiences are gratifying alone, but to add my inability to accept she's the devil in disguise only proves I'm losing the battle.

I've envisioned this moment, to be this close, to have the ability to reach out and run my hands up her ?toned legs. I've imagined how her thighs will react to my massaging them. Will she cry out when my fingertips slither across her * for the first time? Will I be able to withstand the urge to immediately be inside of her?

This is so unlike me. I've never not been in control. In all my solved cases, my years of undercover operations, I've never gotten distracted. I've never wanted to cross that invisible line between right and wrong, not until now, in this very moment when I'm practically staring down the barrel of a gun as I inch my way to be with her.

She's basking in this. Somehow I think she knows I'm battling my conscience. I’m guilt ridden, but determined, as if this is an internal mission from deep within.

I inhale deeply as I coarse three fingers over her right knee. I want her to spread her legs, but appreciate the building anticipation to have it all. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy myself way too much."

She’s alluring with her reply. “I’m hoping it’s mutual.”

I nod. “Don’t worry. I’m about to prove everything I’ve ever said to you.”

Conversation needs to cease. When she speaks to me, sexy or not, I see the helpless girl I’m trying my best to keep safe. If Alizar came after my brother, there’s no telling how he’s involved this woman, and what he’ll do to tie up loose ends. If this is his game all along then I’m playing into his hand and fully aware of the dire consequences I’ll face in the long run.

My palms graze her electrifying skin as I continue an upward trail. My eyes should be on that sweet prized *, but emotions are getting in the way of that. Her eyes are fixed on mine, making it difficult for me to see anything but her mutual attraction to me. If she was sent here to lure me into a bed so she could easily overpower and kill me, I’m making the plan easier.

She’s naked in all her glory, and as the lump in my throat becomes difficult to ignore, I know there’s only one way out of this. My head comes down and kisses atop her left knee. It’s soft, as if she hasn’t spent a day on them. My hands journey across her hips until I’m face to face, mere inches from her delectable, shaved, tantalizing *. I swallow that lump and close my eyes in order to keep from diving down and sampling. It’s taking all my willpower to trace my way up to her lips. When I’m there I smash into them, my body is positioned at her side to keep my weight from making her uncomfortable. I’m not just in this for self gratification. I need this to be equally as rewarding to my seductress. She’s promised this wouldn’t happen; yet here we are, completely consumed by our attraction to each other. This can’t be faked. I know it’s real. I can feel it from deep within. She wants me as much as I’ve craved her.

Our tongues slap and play, the taste of her clean skin lingers, filling my nostrils with a mouth watering sensation. I’m not only focused on this kiss, but also how good she’s going to taste when I suck on her other lips, the ones that continue to beckon me.

My hands drag down the small of her back until I feel the plump cheeks of her ass, begging to be squeezed. I cling to either side as our embrace intensifies. Her tongue is teasing mine, her lips slippery from our continued kissing.