Echoes at Dawn (KGI #5)(54)

Just the idea of her having those kinds of thoughts made his chest ache. It was high time someone appreciated what an amazing woman she was.

She touched his face again with those soft fingers and he couldn’t help it. He just reacted to her. His dick stirred and hardened. Since she was sitting on his lap, he couldn’t very well hide that fact from her. Hell, he was prodding her ass with the goddamn thing.

“I never know quite what to say around you, Rio. I keep thinking that none of this is real. That it’s some bizarre figment of my imagination and that I’ll wake up in captivity and all of this will have been a wonderful dream. Stuff like this just doesn’t happen.”

He laughed. “Honey, listen to what you’re saying. You’re being all skeptical and saying that stuff like this doesn’t happen. Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds coming from a woman with extraordinary abilities? It’s me who should be screaming shit like this doesn’t happen in real life. But the fact of the matter is that it does happen. To me. To you. I go on missions all the time. That’s nothing new. What’s different is being knocked on my ass by simply seeing a woman on surveillance footage and knowing that somehow her life is irrevocably entwined with mine. Now that’s the kind of stuff that doesn’t happen every day. Everything else? Completely normal.”

She kissed him. One minute he was talking to her and the next she slammed her mouth down over his and took him hungrily. He nearly lost his balance and fell backward, so fierce was she. She wrapped her arms around his neck, thrust her hands in his hair and balled up one fist, holding him in place. As if he’d actually move a damn muscle.

He’d sit here all night if she wanted to keep kissing him this way.

He almost whimpered when she pulled away. She continued to stroke his face and he felt like purring. He was such a goner. He wondered if she had any idea that all she’d have to do is pet him a little, look at him a certain way, and he’d lay the damn world at her feet.

It was insane. All of it. He’d never fallen for a woman. Certainly not in the span of a few days. Certainly not before meeting her.

But f**k it all, he had fallen hard for Grace Peterson.

She eased from his lap, and before he could protest, she lowered herself to her knees right between his thighs. She wrapped her fingers around his erection and slid gently up and down, staring avidly as he hardened further.

Oh hell, this was going to be torture. She looked for the world like she wanted to explore. Like she was checking things out and doing a little experimenting. Not that he had any objections whatsoever, but this would be a test of his endurance. If he got through this without embarrassing himself, he was going to deserve a medal.

“Rio?”

His name came out all breathy and hesitant but a little excited, which made him a lot excited. But he forced himself under control and tried not to think about the fact that his c**k was wrapped up in her hand and she was driving him crazy with her every movement.

“Yes, honey.”

“I don’t really know how to do this. But I’d like to. I mean…”

She broke off, blushing madly, and ducked her headuckI don.

“Can you show me how to do it?”

Unless he was completely off by a mile, she was kneeling in front of him, hand around his cock, asking him to show her how to give him a blow job.

One side told him not to be an ass**le and to pick her up, spread her out like a feast and show her how good his mouth could feel on her. No way he was going to get inside her when she’d been a virgin just an hour ago and was likely tender from the experience.

The other side, the side screaming at him inside his head, was telling him to show her exactly how he liked it in great detail.

What decided it for him was when she looked back up at him, those gorgeous blue eyes wide and imploring, and said, “I want to taste you, Rio. Like you were doing with me. I know guys like it but I have no idea what I should do or how I should do it.”

He groaned. “Oh yeah, baby, we like it all right.”

She smiled. “Then show me.”

He slid his hand over the top of her head and then dove his fingers into her hair. With his other hand, he gently took his dick from her grasp and pumped a few times until he was rigid.

“Up higher on your knees,” he directed.

She braced both palms on the tops of his thighs and pushed herself upward.

He rubbed his hand over her nape, gently squeezing and caressing to put her at ease. He positioned his c**k so it was in line with her mouth.

“Now open,” he said gently. “Lick the head. Don’t take it in just yet. Tease me. I love to be teased. Think of it like flirting. Give me just a taste of how good it can be.”

Her pink tongue slid over her lip and tentatively touched the tip of his cock. He sucked in his breath harshly and called back the groan of agony. Goddamn it felt so good and she’d barely touched him.

“A little more,” he encouraged.

She circled the head with her tongue and then gave him a little extra stroke to the underside. Ah shit but he loved that. It was his favorite place.

He grasped his dick with a firmer hand and pulled back. She frowned and looked so dismayed that he was kicking himself.

“Was I doing it wrong?”

“Oh, hell no. I was going to tell you how right you were doing it.”

He lifted and ran his fingers up the length to the tightly stretched underside right below the angled tip of the crown. “You’re sweet spot is your br**sts. This is my sweet spot. I love to be touched there. Sucked, licked, whatever you want to do, I guarantee I’ll love it.”