You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(22)

But another voice seemed even louder in her head as he slowly moved toward her. Bring him in. God, don’t you want to know how it feels to have this man kiss you? Don’t you want his hands on you? Don’t you want to show him how worthy he is? Of love, of affection, of protection.

One kiss. Just one. Soon she wouldn’t see him. He would be as lost to her as Jamie was, and shouldn’t she have this one kiss?

His lips touched hers and she was through with arguing.

He’d kissed her before but it had been an awkward thing. He’d been tentative and given her too much time to think. Jamie had inevitably come between them, but this was different. His hands came up and caught her face, holding her still for his long, slow discovery. The word stuck in her head as he moved his mouth across hers. Discovery. Something new and fresh. Something with potential.

She was discovering him.

Her hands came up as though drawn to his body. She found his lean waist and did what came naturally. She explored over the soft cotton of his T-shirt as he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and gave her the gentlest nip. She shivered, though it wasn’t from the cold. Her body was hot, but then she was always warm around him.

His tongue demanded entry and she opened her mouth, feeling his triumph as he surged inside. He moved closer, placing himself firmly between her legs and letting her feel everything he had to offer.

His cock. Oh, god, that was his cock rubbing against her core. Her skirt had pushed up, and she could feel the denim of his jeans on her thighs. He moved in, spreading her legs further as his tongue glided along hers. Her body was melting. So long. It had been so damn long since she’d felt this electricity running in her veins.

“I told you I wanted to eat you up. Sweet. I knew you’d be so damn sweet.” The words rumbled along her lips before he devoured her mouth again.

She let herself feel for the first time in forever. Feel the strength of his body under her hands, feel his heat, let her heart beat in time with his, let her mind sink into the experience.

The first time she’d seen him, she’d thought that the universe wasn’t fair to hide such a coward under pretty skin and gorgeous eyes. When he’d shown up with that coffee, she’d poured it out. She’d gone home and cried and hated Ten for sending her. Why hadn’t he let her go? She’d been happy fading away.

Slowly, she’d come to know the real Jesse Murdoch. She’d come to think of herself as protecting him, not spying.

His hand was on her waist, moving down, and she thought about all the times she’d put him off. She could have been doing this with him for months. She could have been in his arms, in his bed. In the moment, it seemed like a silly thing to have given up on.

So good. His mouth felt good and right on hers. And that big hand of his felt really good as it moved on her thigh.

Too good. “Jesse, we can’t do this here.”

He shook his head and his hand moved up again, fingers teasing at the edge of her panties. “Everyone else is busy. No one’s going to bug us. Let me in. Just a little. I’ve wanted you for so long. Just a little, baby.”

He kissed her again, stopping the weak protest she wasn’t even sure she wanted to make. She gave over to him, his tongue plunging inside as she felt his fingers close to her core. She ran her hands up the strong muscles of his back and wanted to get rid of the material between them. Skin. She wanted to run her hands over his skin and really feel his heat.

“You want me.” He whispered the words as his fingers found the folds of her *.

“I shouldn’t.” Doubt started to creep back in. She shouldn’t want him because she’d promised to love one man for the rest of her life.

“Your * says differently, baby.” He groaned a little as he slid a finger up through her soaked *.

Pure pleasure swamped her senses, consigning her every good intention straight to hell. This was why she’d stayed away from Jesse Murdoch, erecting wall after wall to keep them apart. She’d always known that this man could blow through her every defense if she let him.

But the thought of never seeing him again…she couldn’t fight. She had to have this one beautiful moment with him. One physical memory to go with all the good days and nights she’d spent with him.

“You’re so f*cking wet for me.” One finger slid through her labia and worked its way up to her clitoris. “Do you know how many nights I dreamed of this? How many nights I lay awake and thought about getting you underneath me? I wanted you to take my cock, Phoebe, but I thought I was too rough for you. I’m not too rough for you, am I?”

“God, no.” Not even close. She needed more. He was playing with her, but it had been so damn long, she felt like she couldn’t wait. She moved her hips, trying to get him to press down harder. She was close. She could feel the orgasm shimmering right on the edge of her consciousness. Just a few hard strokes and she would come.

It had been so long since she’d come.

She felt his free hand tug on her hair, lighting up her scalp and making her gasp. It didn’t hurt exactly. It was just enough to get her attention.

His face was enough to let her know he meant business. Sweet Jesse’s face had turned hard and demanding, his sensual lips curled in the sexiest little smirk. “No, sweetheart. Do you remember when I said this was going to be my way all the way? I’ve danced to your tune since the moment I met you, but this is where I rule. You want what I can give you, you better get used to following the rules, and rule number one is you obey me. Spread your legs wider.”