Spy Games (Tarnished Heroes #1)(49)

Rand made a strangled, growling noise in the back of his throat, the vibrations tickling her skin. She felt the tremors all the way to the apex of her thighs. She pressed her legs together in an effort to ease the desire, but who was she kidding? There were no tempering things between them.

He stepped back, and if it weren’t for the wall propping her up, she might have fallen. She sucked down a deep breath, her head spinning.

“What’s—” She didn’t get the rest of her sentence out.

He swept her off her feet and carried her to the dresser, setting her down on the surface. Her head swam. She held onto the edge of the dresser as he stepped back, looking at her.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

She might have preened, except she couldn’t think straight.

Rand braced his hands on the dresser and kissed her. Softly. His hips wedged her legs apart, forcing the knee length skirt up higher. She leaned toward him and he moved with her, keeping the contact gentle when she wanted more.

He cupped her mound, the thin cotton panties serving as little to no barrier. She gasped, and he stroked his tongue into her mouth. His fingers curled against her.

She shoved his jacket off one shoulder. He flapped his hand and got it the rest of the way off. He switched hands, his mouth never leaving hers, a firm touch always on her body, and got the jacket off.

“Rand.” She tugged on his shirt. There was too much space between them. She wanted to feel him, touch him.

He slipped a hand up her skirt and grasped the waistband of her panties.

About damn time. She wasn’t exactly patient. He broke the kiss and leaned back. She shifted, helping him pull her panties off.

Finally! She reached for him, but he sank to his knees first.

“What the—oh!”

Rand gently bit her inner thigh. Not hard, but that wasn’t exactly something she’d been expecting. She snapped her knees closed, or tried to. His shoulders were in the way, as was the rest of him.

“What the hell?” She smacked his shoulder.

“Being a brat.” He kissed the top of one leg, then the inner thigh of the other. “Relax.”

That was…getting awfully up close and familiar. She swallowed.

He stroked her folds. She knew the touch was coming, expected it, and yet she still gasped at the first contact.

“You need to be closer,” he said. Rand grabbed her knees and pulled her ass to the very edge of the dresser.

“Hey!”

“Better.” He grinned.

“You couldn’t just say, ‘hey, move’?”

“It’s more fun this way.”

“Oh!”

Whatever retort that’d been on her lips died the moment he licked her.

Licked.

Her.

She gasped and flattened her hands against the dresser surface. He slid his fingers into her while his tongue drew little circles around her clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered.

Talk about unexpected. No man, in her experience, had ever gone down without some serious hinting or direct requests. Even then, she’d had to bargain for it once or twice.

This was…different. Maybe because it was Rand or that it was freely given, but hot damn. She let her head drop back and closed her eyes.

He pumped his fingers into her, each stroke deep, bold, no hesitation. As if he’d already begun to learn her body, what she liked. Sarah wasn’t exactly a shy lover. He feathered a careful touch over her clit, pulling the delicate skin back.

She shivered and opened her eyes, staring down at his brown hair glinting reddish in the lamp light.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. Her toes curled again and her shoes fell to the floor. She pulled her feet up, finding purchase against the stainless steel drawer pulls.

That sound—that long, needy moan—was her.

His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked while he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She shoved her hand into his hair, wrapping her fingers around the strands and tugged.

That.

Words lost their meaning, but he seemed to get the gist of what she wanted. He slid another finger into her, stretching her.

She arched her back, his free hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast. She shifted her hips, working in time with his touch, the penetration, all the while her world narrowing to a single, bright point.

“Rand!”

I love you.

…

Rand knew he should back off, let her come down off that high. Sarah slumped back on the dresser, her body boneless, sweat glistening on her skin.

He wasn’t good at doing the things he should.

Which was why he was ripping a condom open instead of taking an ice cold shower.

Sarah grabbed him by the shirt, jerking him forward. He planted a hand on the dresser to keep from losing his balance.

She kissed him, without a care that he’d just gone down on her. Her hands were everywhere, one on his cock, the other under his shirt. She stroked his chest. Instead of sated and relaxed, she was…hungry.

He pulled back, enough to roll the condom on. He barely had it to the base before Sarah wrapped her hand around him, pulling him forward. She sat up a bit straighter, her gaze on his mouth.

Fuck, she was out to break him.

Her heated skin kissed his cock.

There.