Touch of Red (Tracers #12)(71)

He gripped her shirt, insanely relieved to know she was safe and in his arms, where nothing bad could happen to her, at least for this moment.

She seemed oblivious to his struggle as she dug her fingers into his hair. Her mouth was hot and seeking, and he pushed her back against the counter, pinning her there as he gave in to the need that had been hounding him for days. Her hand was up at the knot of his tie now, loosening it, and he didn’t bother to help her because he was too busy devouring her mouth.

She tasted so good, even better than last night, and he remembered the fantasies that had haunted him during his endless stakeout.

She tugged the tie loose and jerked it free from his collar. She tossed it on the counter and went to work on his buttons as Sean pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing a sexy black sports bra. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, but the sleeves got caught at his wrists. He stepped back to unbutton the cuffs and toss the shirt aside, and the instant he was free, she was in his arms again. He stroked his hands over all that smooth, warm skin he’d been craving, but damned if he could find the clasp of her bra. While he was busy searching for it, she stripped his white T-shirt over his head and fastened her mouth on his chest with a little moan.

God, she was hot. Sean lifted her onto the counter, pushing her thighs apart so he could position himself where he’d wanted to be for days, and she smiled down at him.

“In a hurry?”

“Yes.”

He gave up on the bra and simply jerked the strap down her shoulder, uncovering a pale, perfect breast that fit right in his palm. He bent his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she made another of those sexy moans.

“Sean. Ohhh . . .” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, digging her fingers into his hair while he kissed and licked her. He pulled the other bra strap down, and she arched her back and offered herself up to him. He loved kissing her—and especially loved the sounds she was making. Then she surprised him by wrestling the bra right over her head and flinging it away.

“No clasp,” she said breathlessly.

He took her mouth again, kissing the smile right off her face. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he rasped his thumbs over her nipples as she arched against him.

She was hot and eager, and he couldn’t stop kissing her. Emotions churned through him—anger, lust, frustration—as he recalled the choking fear he’d felt when he looked through those binoculars and realized what she’d done. And part of him still knew he shouldn’t be here, that he should leave her alone tonight. But the other part of him knew he wasn’t going anywhere when he so desperately wanted to be right here, right now. He dragged her hips to the edge of the counter and reached back to unhook her ankles so he could slide the stretchy black pants off her body and drop them on the floor. One look at her, completely naked and panting and flushed on her kitchen counter, sent a surge of need through him.

He kissed her again—harder than he should have—but she wrapped her legs around him and brought him in close. He felt her hand fumbling with his belt buckle.

“Sean.” She pulled back and glanced over her shoulder at the window behind her. “We can’t do this. Not here.”

He went still, his hand at the top of her thigh as he took in the scene and realized what she meant. Anyone could see them through the blinds.

She slid down from the counter and grabbed his hand. “Come to the bedroom.”





CHAPTER 21


Brooke’s heart was racing as she pulled him down the dim hallway leading to her room. She was naked—naked—towing him through her house and into her most private space, and she realized she might be making a mistake. But she glanced over her shoulder, and one look at the desire etched on his face banished her doubts. Mistake or not, they were doing this now. She quickened her pace, towing him faster as they neared her room.

“God, I love your ass.” He reached out and caught her around her waist with one hand, while the other squeezed her butt.

“You do not.”

He swatted it, and she yelped at the sting.

“Wanna bet?”

She laughed and fell forward onto the bed, and he came down on top of her, caging her in with his arms. She flipped onto her back and wrestled him, and in no time he had her pinned underneath him with her wrists clamped against the mattress.

She smiled up at him, but he didn’t smile back, and when he kissed her, she tasted all that pent-up anger he’d been trying to keep in check. Something was different tonight. There was something raw and possessive, and she’d never liked that with anyone before, but coming from him, it thrilled her. The realization that it did sent a jolt of excitement through her body. She bit his lip, and when he jerked back in surprise, she yanked her hand free and burrowed it between them so she could unfasten his pants.

He pulled back and looked at her, his gaze narrowing as she smiled up at him and eased down his zipper.

“Sneaky,” he grumbled, then kissed her again, giving her lip a nibble of his own, and when her fingers curled around him, he groaned into her mouth.

She loved the way she felt with him—powerful and in charge and exhilarated, like she could do anything she wanted. And in this moment, she wanted him and nothing else. She wanted his powerful body and the thrumming sexual energy she felt coming off him in waves.

He murmured something and pushed up and off the bed, watching her with that heated gaze as he kicked off his shoes and stripped off the rest of his clothes. She propped on her elbows to watch him as he dug into his wallet for a condom and tossed it on the nightstand, and soon he was back at her side, stroking his hand down the front of her body. It came to rest just below her navel, and her heart did a little dance of anticipation.