The Espionage Effect(11)
My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard. The force of nature that had crashed into my room placed control of the situation into my hands. Only if you want to…echoed through my mind that was dangerously devoid of all other thought.
Damn. I definitely wanted.
“Anna will be back…any minute.” She’d already been gone too long. Which worried me. We were in a third-world country, and she’d likely traveled outside the protected environs of the resort. There wasn’t anywhere she could jog in the approximate hour I’d been aware she’d been gone that wouldn’t have taken her off the relative security of the property.
“Then we wait,” he said. The soft-spoken words held both temptation and promise. “We do what you want...” His fingertips barely touched my wrist, feathered upward over my forearm. “When you want…” He closed the distance between us, pressing the scorching heat of his chest against my back, the thin material of my tank top becoming insignificant. “How you want…”
Images flooded into my mind, unbidden. Alec naked, me naked, us writhing on the bed, switching from one erotic position to the next.
My heart raced. My held breath rushed out in a whoosh, lungs burning. Overwhelmed to the point of near-spontaneous combustion, I leaned away from him. Out of real estate in the room, I spun around and pressed my backside against the glass of the french doors.
His heated gaze met mine for a moment, then drifted down to my lips. He eased closer. “Maybe just that kiss, for now.”
That kiss. The one he’d suggested would be different. “Will it be worth it?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “The kiss? Or the sex.” He weighted that last word to such a degree, the intonation transformed it into statement of fact.
“Both,” I whispered.
He bent forward. With near-nonexistent pressure, he touched the corner of my mouth with his. Then he slowly brushed across my lips. An enticing scent wafted between us, salty and hypnotic. Back again he swept, teasing, tracing with patient intent as if his sole purpose on earth was to learn the entire topography of my lips. The temptation to lean toward him, beg for more, was intoxicating.
Before I fully comprehended what was happening, he paused in the center and kissed me. But it was the softest kiss, a tentative taste. The bare action dissipated into heated breath that fogged over my parted lips. “You tell me. The kiss is your prelude...”
Oh, damn. My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Pulse racing, I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, trying to calm the insistent throb between my legs, needing to stem an ache that had suddenly become all I could focus on.
I’d lost the ability to think. And I’d never not thought about anything.
Hyperawareness zinged through me. Not in my head with cognitive reasoning, but of everything in totality around me: the muted crashing of ocean waves through the closed door; the soothing hum of the air-conditioning unit on the wall near the ceiling, blowing cool air over my heated skin; the infinitesimal distance between us, charged by sparking sexual tension.
Before I exhaled another full breath, his deadly lips crushed against mine, rough and dominating. At my surprised gasp, his tongue flicked through my parted lips. It touched the tip of my tongue before sliding along the side, then curving underneath as the heat of his muscular arms caged me against the cool glass of the doors.
A low moan rasped from my throat as my body seemed to melt against him. Filled with an impossible need to get closer, to sustain our molded contact, I slid my fingers over his hips and through the back belt loops of his cargo pants, then held his pelvis in a death grip against mine, causing his rigid erection to press against my lower belly.
Lost. One simple four-letter word: the only way to describe the undeniable bliss of being dragged out of my head and firmly into my body—a body that had burst into flames.
In and out. Forward and back. Plunging tongue. Sucking lips.
Insistent. Merciless. His mouth claimed mine with the relentless force of a hurricane lashing against me.
His deep growl vibrated into my mouth and pricked my ears, rippling shock waves of ache downward, pulsing…pulsing.
The room began a slow spin, and I fluttered my eyes open to find him pulling us away from the french doors. I clung tighter to him as we danced, him urging me deeper into the darkness of the room, me stumbling backward, yet holding on to his solid frame for stability.
One bare foot landed on a cool-tiled step. Then a second step as we climbed. After a few more backward steps, the edge of the bed brushed the backs of my thighs right as he swirled his expert tongue around mine.
A momentary pause followed before the longest, most titillating kiss of my life slowed. Easing his mouth back, his lips closed on mine. With a tight, gentle suck, he tugged my lower lip into his mouth. Then sharp teeth clamped down on the tender flesh as another low growl rumbled from his throat. The sudden piercing pain made me whimper, but the instant I tensed, he sucked on the tiny wound he’d inflicted.
I clung to the heat of his strong frame, afraid if I let go, I’d fall backward, lose the incredible moment of sensation to the darkness that had always threatened to consume me even as it protected me. In the murky starless sky of my existence, he’d become an unexpected dark beacon, drawing me in without even so much as the promise of light.
Then without warning, the kiss ended. Cool air rushed over my lips. Subtle illumination from the bathroom cast shadows and dim light across the features of his face. His lips, glistening with moisture, curved into a wicked smile as he slid his hands up my ribcage on either side until, with a firm hold, he gripped my shoulders, then pushed, knocking me backward.