Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(119)

Not since Cloe became the center of his world.

“We have forty-five minutes to kill,” Cloe suddenly announced with a coy little smile that he knew too well.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked just as casually as he shifted to make room for his growing erection.

“Well,” she began, kicking off her shoes, “we could go for a walk.”

“We’re walking to town in forty-five minutes,” he said, kicking off his shoes.

“True,” she said with a slight nod as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “We could go for a swim,” she suggested, pulling her shirt off and revealing a very sexy baby pink bra.

“We probably wouldn’t have enough time to change,” he pointed out, removing his shirt and tossing it aside.

“True,” she sighed, nodding in agreement as she pulled her socks off. “I guess we could watch some television.”

“There’s nothing good on television,” he said, having absolutely no idea if that was true or not as he pulled his socks off and tossed them aside.

“That’s true,” Cloe nodded, looking thoughtful as she undid her jeans and shimmied out of them, giving him a view of her matching panties. “We could go train for a while, I guess,” she said, crawling onto the bed and leaning back against the pillows.

“We could,” he murmured as he unsnapped his jeans, “but then we’d probably lose track of time.”

“This is true,” she said, bending a knee as she spread her legs apart so that he had a good view of her dampening panties. “Well, I’m out of ideas,” she said as she absently traced her fingertips between her br**sts, down to her belly, back and forth she moved her fingers while she made a show of trying to figure out just what they should do for the next forty minutes.

“I have an idea,” he said, pulling down his zipper.

“Oh, and what’s that?” she asked, sounding breathless as she watched his every move.

He reached into his pants and pulled himself out. “You could peel those pretty little panties off and show me how wet you are.”

“I could……,” she said, looking thoughtful even as she started to do just that. “But, I’m really not sure how that would help us kill forty minutes.”

“Cause while you’re sliding a finger inside your sweet little pu**y, I’m going to tell you just how badly I want to f**k you.”

Chapter 52

Oh, God……..

He was going to make her spontaneously combust.

She felt herself become wetter as his words registered. Her eyes were locked on that large c**k standing at attention, begging for her mouth and God help her, but she wanted to crawl over to him and worship it.

“Show me how wet you are, mein Schatz.”

Everything shifted red as she moved her gaze away from the erection that had brought her so much pleasure over the past week, up to the incredible torso that she loved running her tongue over and up to his handsome face to find his eyes were just as red as hers. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she spread her legs wider, making sure to give him an unobstructed view as she reached between her legs and spread herself so that he could see just how wet he’d made her. He growled in approval as he licked his lips, making her wonder if he was imagining licking her.

“What should we do now?” she asked, somehow resisting the urge to slide her fingers inside herself and find the relief that her body was starting to demand.

“Take your bra off so I can see just how hard your ni**les are,” he said, leaning back on the loveseat, looking completely relaxed and acting as though having his c**k freed and curving into his stomach was the most natural thing in the world.

“And what will you be doing while I take my bra off?” she asked, seconds away from saying the hell with it and ending this game. She was so turned on, but then again, he always seemed to have this effect on her. Morning, noon and night he made her crazy for him. She’d lost count of how many times she’d woken in the middle of the night to find his tongue sliding deep inside her or the tip of his c**k waiting patiently for her to open her mouth and suck him dry.

No matter how many times he took her, she could never seem to get enough and judging by the way that he went out of his way to find her and bend her over most days, neither could he. He was an incredibly gifted lover and somehow he seemed to be getting better each time. She would never forget yesterday when he’d taken her by surprise, pushed her up against the wall and ground himself against her ass as he whispered everything that he wanted to do with her, starting with sliding his fingers deep inside of her to pulling his c**k out of her wet pu**y and letting her finish him off with her mouth. He’d had her biting back a scream as she came hard just from his words and the way he’d rubbed against her. It had never happened to her before and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

“Imagining my mouth on them while you suck my cock,” he said, raising the temperature of the room by a good ten degrees.

“So in your dreams I’m a contortionist?” she asked teasingly as she removed her bra and dropped it on the floor.

His lips twitched with amusement even as his eyes ate her up. “You’d have to be pretty flexible to do all the things I’ve been imagining doing to you.”

“Oh?” she asked, licking her lips as she reached up and traced one of her ni**les with her fingertips while she placed her hand between her legs and traced her slit for him. “And what kind of things have I done in these fantasies of yours?”