A Covert Affair (Deadly Ops #5)(38)

It shouldn’t turn her on. She’d never liked that whole macho thing, but with Nathan it was different.

Letting out a rough, raspy sound, he tore his gaze from hers and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over her clit without warning. The sudden, intimate kiss had her reacting, not thinking. She didn’t want to think anyway, not right now.

She rolled her hips against his face as she slid her fingers through his short, dark hair. When he moaned against her clit with such gratification, her inner walls started convulsing faster and faster around his finger. It wasn’t going to take her long to come.

Pleasure slid through her as he continued to stroke and caress those sensitive nerves with his very talented tongue. It was as if he knew the exact pressure to tease her right to the brink of orgasm, but not push her completely over. Maybe he simply remembered the way her body reacted to him.

Until he slid a second finger inside her and sucked her clit hard. The simultaneous actions were too much.

“Nathan!” Her climax was sharp, battering her nerve endings as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Her heel slipped, her leg sliding down his back as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. He grabbed her leg, gently moved it off his shoulder as he stood. She reached for the button of his pants, but he moved faster, taking her hands and pinning her wrists above her head on the door.

His expression was fierce as he brushed his lips over hers. “Taste yourself,” he murmured darkly, the erotic words making her tremble.

After that orgasm she thought she’d be relaxed, sated, but she realized they were just getting started. It had been like this with them before. He’d just taken the edge off for her.

She arched into him. “I want to taste you.”

Her words seemed to set something off in him. She doubted he’d let her actually taste him right now, not when his erection was pushing so insistently against her abdomen.

His breathing was ragged as he let one of his hands drop. The other remained firmly in place, holding her wrists pinned against the door. The pale glow from the small table lamp illuminated the planes of his face, made him seem fiercer somehow.

He nipped her bottom lip between his teeth, sucked, before he started feathering kisses along her jaw. The stubble on his face rasped against her cheek, made her shiver as he continued teasing her. When he pressed down on her earlobe with his teeth, she shuddered.

She could hear him doing something with his other hand, couldn’t figure out what it was until he leaned back and let her wrists go.

“If you want to stop, tell me now,” he said as he ripped open a condom wrapper.

“Stop and I kill you.” She reached for his pants, started on the button as he tugged his shirt over his head.

Moving quickly, he was completely naked in moments, his thick length a beautiful sight. Before she had time to enjoy staring her fill of him, he reached around her and tugged the tie at the top of her dress free, stripping her as fast as he’d done himself.

As her dress pooled on the floor, there was no time to be self-conscious—she was pretty much beyond that anyway—as he rolled the condom over his erection.

She reached for him, sliding her hands up his hard chest, savoring the feel of his bare skin under her fingers when he fisted her hips and hoisted her against the door. Instantly she wrapped her legs around him.

Then he was inside her, the sensation of being filled by him pretty damn close to making her orgasm again.

He buried himself to the hilt and let out a groan as he filled her, stretched her. Instead of beginning to thrust, as she’d thought he would, he paused, looked down at her. Too many emotions were in his eyes for her to sift through. Blood rushed in her ears as she watched him.

That same need she’d always seen years ago was still there. She knew it was mirrored in her own eyes. She wished she understood what it was about him that called to her on the most primal level. Right now she didn’t care, though; she just wanted him to find as much pleasure as she had.

She rolled her hips once, a silent demand.

On a moan, he pulled back, his grip on her hips tight as he slammed into her. Each thrust was more unsteady than the last, but he refused to take his gaze off her.

She’d never felt more exposed in her life. It was as if he could see inside her. When his eyes got heavy-lidded, she grabbed his face and pulled his lips to hers. She needed to taste him again. His kisses grew even more erratic until he pulled back and buried his face against her neck.

She clutched at his back, digging her fingers into the hard planes as he began to climax.

“Amelia!” Her name on his lips set her off too.

She held on tighter, some primitive part of her wanting to leave marks as another orgasm slid through her on an unexpected wave of bliss. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back as more pleasure flowed through her.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually she became aware that she was still holding on to him with a death grip and winced. She loosened her fingers even as she tried to get her breathing under control.

His own breathing was harsh as he lifted his head from her neck. For one long moment she was afraid she would see regret in his gaze, but as his dark one met hers, all she saw was raw hunger.

There would be no sleep or talking tonight. In the morning she needed to come clean with him about everything. Even if he hated her after that, he deserved the truth.

She’d worry about that later. Now she planned to enjoy every second with Nathan as if it were her last.