Code Name: Genesis (Jameson Force Security #1)(22)

I bring my hand to his, not to try to pull away, but to press him to me. “I swear I didn’t know that stuff was fake. You’re right… I was so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” he chastises me gruffly. “Young and easily misled.”

“Why would she do that?” I cry out in frustration. “I hate—”

He responds by moving his hand to cover my mouth, cutting my rage against my mother off. “Don’t want to talk about her.”

I tilt my head, wondering if he can see the question in my eyes through the gloom of the night. Why wouldn’t he want to talk about her? She screwed us both over. Took something that was magical and true, and ripped it all apart.

“Would rather see if you’re wearing the same outfit you had on in Pittsburgh,” Kynan murmurs, and it takes me a moment to process. His hand stays over my mouth, but the other moves to the sheet and comforter I’d pulled up to my shoulders.

The air hits my bare skin, but it’s the knowledge he wants to see my body that has my nipples puckering tight. The blankets moving over them actually irritates—in the best of ways—and they’re popping against the soft cotton of my camisole top. Not the same one as Pittsburgh, but similar. It’s actually a nightie rather than a shirt and shorts set. My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and there’s just enough moonlight to see Kynan watching the trail of the sheet as it reveals my body to him.

When I start to pant, Kynan twists to see me, his lips set in a hard line. “Going to fuck you tonight, Jos. And don’t even think to deny me the pleasure.”

My breath comes out in a heavy rush through my nose, and Kynan slides his hand free from my mouth. He leans over, his lips hovering just over mine as he warns me, “In fact, your next words had better be ‘Kiss me, Kynan’ or there’s going to be hell to pay.”

I can’t help it. A strange giggle of relief and yearning bubbles out of me, and I’m smiling when I say, “Kiss me, Kynan.”

His teeth flash white, his eyes feral and hot. I expect his mouth to crash down on mine. Instead, it goes to my neck where his teeth graze over my skin.

Immediately, I know things are different. Twelve years ago… just a mere nineteen years old…I really didn’t know much about sex. Kynan was only my second, and he taught me so much. But he was sweet and gentle with me, patiently guiding and urging and whispering lovely words.

I know instantly the Kynan McGrath I’d known is gone. That whatever has happened to him in the last twelve years has changed him. He is not a sweet and gentle lover anymore. That knowledge excites me like nothing ever has, and I can feel wetness seeping into my panties.

Kynan scrapes his teeth along my throat, all the way to the center of my chest where he presses a kiss. His hands press into the mattress by my ribs, then he’s biting my nipple through my cotton nightie.

Crying out, I clamp my hands onto his head—not to push him away, but to pull him tighter. Definitely tighter. He sucks hard, wetting the hard nub through the fabric and causing my hips to buck upward.

I try to pull him up, make him kiss me on the mouth, but then his body is on top of mine. Heavy and safe. My legs part, wanting him to settle his hard, thick length right up against my core.

Kynan tugs at my nipple with his teeth one more time before he presses his face into my belly. My hands are still at the sides of his head, and I drive my fingers into his thick hair. He inhales so sharply I know he’s seeking something past the scent of my fabric softener. A low growl rumbles from deep within him before he slides lower down my body.

My legs spread further.

He pushes my nightie up and then his mouth is at my core, hot breath seeping in through my silk panties.

I bolt upright, my hands once again finding his head, which he lifts ever so slightly. We stare at each other through the dark, but there’s enough moonlight hitting his brown eyes to recognize the desire sizzling there.

“Tell me to kiss you again,” he orders gruffly.

It’s an effort to breathe, and my chest heaves under the pressure of it all. My entire body is trembling and tight all at the same time, and I feel like I might splinter from the slightest touch from Kynan.

Still, I take the risk and murmur, “Kiss me.”

It’s not my mouth I expect his lips to find, and he doesn’t disappoint. His fingers are between my legs, sliding into my panties and pulling the crotch to the side. Lowering his head, Kynan finally gives me my kiss, and it’s hot and wet as he covers me.

I can’t control the long groan of relief from the attention of his mouth and tongue between my legs. He attacks me ferociously, and it’s obvious he’s seeking one thing and one thing only.

For me to come for him hard and fast.

It happens mere moments after he presses a long finger inside of me while sucking on my clit. My back arches deeply off the bed as a powerful orgasm sweeps through me. It’s so intense my mind actually goes blissfully blank for a moment, and all I can do is tumble along with the sensations racking my body.

I’m floating, light as a feather and barely aware, as my panties are stripped down my legs. Of Kynan going to his knees so he can work at his belt. Once he slides it off, I blink slowly while watching him undo his jeans. He reaches inside, then take himself in hand.

I’m still floating on the minor tremors of the previous orgasm as he strokes himself a few times.