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Her body was warm against his
chest. “You’re pretty good at this,” he whispered in
her ear.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
She gazed into his eyes. “I must say I’m surprised.”
“Why? Haven’t you found me
skillful in other physical endeavors?”
“Have I complained?”
He laughed. “No, you haven’t
at that.”
The music continued and he
drew Rilla closer. Her body molded to his…and felt
damned good. “Dare I say it? Your beeper hasn’t gone
off once tonight.”
Her eyes widened. Placing an
elegant finger to her lips, she shushed him. “You’ve
done it now, but maybe not. This isn’t a real date.”
“It isn’t?” Mac nuzzled her
neck. “Hmm, sure feels like one.”
She gave a small shake of her
head. “No, it’s a pretend date so we could backup
Kit.”
He turned to leave the dance
floor “Well, that’s it. Ready to leave?”
She laughed, a low sensual
growl and tugged on his hand. “Oh, no, you don’t.
The music’s still playing.”
She slipped her arms around
his waist and slid her hands into the back pockets
of his jeans, cupped his ass and pressed against his
dick.
“This is feeling less like
pretend,” he said. Pretend, hell—she was teasing him
and having a great time. His dick was hard as a
rock, and if she kept it up…
But damn, he loved this
playful side of her. He couldn’t help but wonder if
they’d met under different circumstances…
Her head went back, revealing
the long column of her neck. She laughed then
emitted a delicious giggle which sent a searing jolt
straight to his groin. Did she have any clue how she
affected him? “You’re having too much fun.”
“Is that even possible?” Her
eyes glittered with amusement.
Possible? He swung her around
and headed for the door. “Let’s find out.”
The Porsche was parked along
the side of the roadhouse in the shadows. They made
it to the car.
Barely.
He backed her against the
passenger door. His lips fastened on hers and she
welcomed his kiss. He eased his hands under her
halter top while he kissed her neck and blew a soft
puff of air into her ear.
Skin—God—so soft. Her nipples
hardened under his touch. She arched against him and
moaned. She gazed up at him, her dark eyes glazed
with heat. Could she possibly want him as much as he
wanted her?
“Mac, we can’t. Not here.” Her
breath was warm on his neck. God. He needed her so
much. More than any woman he’d ever known. He pulled
down her halter top and lightly raked her brown
nipples with his teeth, pulled at them and sucked.
Again she moaned, a sound of
desperation…for more?
“Lift your skirt.” He fumbled
with his zipper. His dick sprang free, ready for
battle. And make no mistake about it, making love to
Rilla was like a battle between two warriors.
Her skirt shielded their
bodies, but if anyone saw them, there’d be no doubt
what was happening. Underneath the full skirt, her
slim thighs parted.
Thank God. No panty hose. She
wore another one of those scraps of lace she loved.
He ripped it off.
He dipped a finger between her
thighs and slid into her warm, honeyed slit, rubbing
her sensitive clit with his thumb.
Her body shook and trembled
against his. She gasped ragged breaths against his
chest, and whose pounding heart was whose? Why
couldn’t he have four hands? So many sweet places he
wanted to touch and so little time.
His lips fastened on her mouth
again. She opened to him, her hot tongue battling
his for possession. He slid another finger inside
her slit and she started moving against them.
“No, wait.” He removed his
hand and adjusted his stance for a better position
and access.
“No.” Her voice rasped in his
ear.
“This is better,” he promised
and nudged the head of his cock up and down her
outer lips then thrust into her wet warmth.
A low moan ripped from her.
“All right?”
“Yes,” she hissed and trembled
as he tried to bury himself deep within her. He
cupped her ass cheeks and impaled her securely her
onto his straining cock. Keeping her light weight
cradled, he moved her up and down. Her inner muscles
clenched around his dick so fiercely he nearly lost
control.
“Easy, girl. Easy.” He panted
and tried to slow her bucking pace.
“No. Not easy.” She clung to
his jacket and wrapped her legs around his waist,
forcing his cock even deeper inside. “I don’t want
it easy.”
Exquisite pressure grew in his
balls until he exploded in waves of hot release. He
pumped into her over and over, unwilling to leave
the blistering heat of her sweet body.
Her head whipped back as she
gave a long, low moan. Her body vibrated under his
hands. God. What made this woman so hot, so in tune
with his needs?
Her climax took her. She
stiffened and her teeth fastened on his neck, her
nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked
against him.
He slid a free hand under her
halter and pinched her nipples, then nipped the
silken skin of her neck. Another low moan, more of a
groan.
Her muscles rhythmically
gripped his dick even tighter as she milked him of
every last drop of cum.
“Oh, God,” he gasped.
“Protection. We didn’t…”
She raised her head from his
chest. Her eyes were open but still slightly glazed.
“I did.”
“You did? You thought we might
make love tonight? You planned for it?” Damn, the
woman was full of surprises.
“I believe in being prepared,
even if you don’t.”
She rested her head again on
his chest, sending an unaccustomed rush of
tenderness through him which nearly closed his
throat. This woman was like no other he’d ever
known. Passionate. Intelligent…yes, and reckless,
too.
She gazed at him, her body
still melting against his. “For some reason, I don’t
have much willpower when I’m around you.”
“For which I’m profoundly
grateful.”
She heaved a sigh and gave a
purr of satisfaction. “Me, too.”
She looked around, eyes
widened as if she’d only just realized where they
were. “I—uh—”
Reluctantly, he withdrew from
her warmth. “Yeah…” He straightened and managed to
get his dick back in his jeans without snagging it
the zipper—no mean feat under the circumstances.
“Yeah.”
She jerked up her halter,
hiding her naked breasts from his view. He waited
while she adjusted the skirt she’d very conveniently
worn. “My place or yours?”
“Haven’t we been reckless
enough for one night?”
“Once is never enough.”
“Well, it might just have to
be tonight.”
“Now, even the sheriff—”
A sudden whirling hit Rilla’s
gut—she’d forgotten the wire. “Shit! I’m
wired…remember?”
*** 
HOLDING HER OWN, Samhain Publishing,
Ltd.
Copyright 2008, Marie-Nicole Ryan
E-ISBN:
1-60504-268-1; ISBN: 978-160504-TBD
Length: Novel
Electronic Publication:
July 15, 2008,
Print Publication: June
2009
Caitlin sat up with a start. She
must’ve fallen asleep after all. The other side of
the bed was empty, but the sheets were still warm
from his body. Where was he? “Jake? Are you all
right?” Of course he was all right. In the air was
the smell of fresh coffee brewing.
“Better.” He shuffled around in the
kitchen, opened a cabinet, then set a couple of cups
on the counter. “Mind if I turn on a light?”
“Go ahead.” She swung her legs over
the side of the bed. Her bare feet on the cold wood
floors sent a shiver through her body; she pulled
her PJ top tighter. “Coffee smells good.”
He avoided her gaze.
She said, “There’s no reason to feel
awkward about our sleeping together. Nothing really
happened.”
“Something did happen. The connection
between us—it’s real, but you’re right. Getting
involved is a bad idea anytime and with another
agent—my boss?
“I don’t know if it’s right or wrong.
I feel too much to hide it anymore.” She reached up
and caressed his cheek. The stubble against her
fingers, the hard plane of his face—when had he
grown so dear?
He captured her hand and kissed the
tips of her fingers. “Still a bad idea, Kate.”
But he didn’t let go. Instead, he
pulled her closer into a kiss, a long
senses-drugging kiss. His lips were hard and
demanding. She opened her mouth to him and met his
tongue, battling for dominance. The warmth in her
belly flamed into a fire. All will, all resistance
was for nothing. Her knees weakened. His body was
hard against hers.
She’d thought to comfort him, yet his
presence and his scent comforted her like nothing
she’d ever known. She managed to whisper his name as
he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“Are you sure? Still a bad idea.”
“But nothing in life is sure. I just
feel…”
“Chèr, you have it right. Feelings
are all that matter.”
“Now is all that matters.”
He settled her carefully on the bed,
but she pulled him down with her. Poised over her,
he unbuttoned her pajamas slowly, prolonging the
torture. She wanted him. The backs of his hands
grazed her nipples. They tightened into tiny nubs as
he slipped her PJ top off her shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful. Like I always
imagined.”
“You imagined me naked?”
“Many times. Dreamed ’bout doing
this, too.” He bent over and kissed her neck. “Only
you didn’t talk so much.”
“Then shut me up, Jake.”
He let out a low growl. His mouth
fastened on hers and a thrill ran though her body.
He tasted of chicory. His tongue swept against hers.
He tugged his shirt free and whipped it over his
head while sunlight played over his chiseled
muscles. She reached out and caressed the hard
muscles of his chest, and it was his turn to shiver.
He kissed her again, this time like a
man starving with a deep hunger.
A hunger as fierce as her own.
He slipped a hand between their
bodies and touched the damp folds between her legs.
Heat blazed again, flushing her body with fire. A
whimper forced its way through her lips.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she gasped. “I need you. God, I
need you so much.”
He groaned and buried his face
between her breasts. “Soft. So soft.” His teeth
fastened gently on her nipple and tugged.
Pain, an exquisite pain, morphed into
whirlpools of pleasure and swirled from her
tightened nipples to her groin. She moaned. He was
too slow; she wanted him to fill her…she wanted the
heat of his body against hers. Through his jeans,
his rigid hard-on pressed against her thigh.
“Take ’em off.” She fumbled with the
button and zipper of his jeans. Levered on one
elbow, he arched away from her slightly and freed
his dick. She grasped his firm length; his shaft
jerked and pulsed at her touch.
“Easy,” he warned. “Or this’ll be
over too soon.”
She managed a gasp. “We wouldn’t want
that.”
“No, we wouldn’t.” A chuckle rose
deep from his chest.
He reached back and shoved his jeans
below his knees, then kicked them off.
The heat of his skin against hers
sent a thrill though her entire body.
His body. Warm. Hard…and so close.
She pressed upward and gasped his
name.
He stilled her with a slow, sensual
kiss, then, his breath warm against her ear, he
nibbled the lobe. “I’ve wanted you for so long…from
the first moment you walked into Jose’s office.”
“Hush. Show me.” What was it about
him that turned her into a pool of need? No man had
ever stirred her emotions like Jake.
“Anything for the boss.”
“You have to get over that.”
“I’m gonna get over you,
chèr.” He nudged her thighs apart and slid two
fingers deep into her wet core. “’Bout the time I
break the bank at Monte Carlo.”
Her inner muscles clenched tight
around his fingers as he moved them in and out of
her slick folds. He raked the back of her thigh with
his thumb.
She bit the inside of her bottom lip
as a surge of pleasure ripped though her.
Why this man? Why could he touch her
like no man ever had? Not just her body but her
heart.
He removed his fingers, slowly,
sensuously rubbing her pleasure center. She was wet,
so wet. He was driving her insane with his slow
seduction. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue
swirled around her clitoris. She arched against him.
God, she wanted him inside her. “Please.” Her
fingers winnowed through his hair as she moved
against his mouth.
“Sweet as honey,” Jake murmured
against her damp curls. Again he flicked her clit,
the scent of her female musk driving him wild with
desire. More than anything, he needed to feel her
body around his cock. He grasped it and nudged her
wet pussy with the head. Her legs widened and gave
him the entrance he needed. He thrust into her
silken depths and nearly lost control. Her inner
muscles grasped him as firmly as a hand.
“Easy, chèr.” Poised on his elbows he
began to thrust slowly, filling her depths with each
thrust. He kissed her neck, then nibbled on her
shell-like ear. He found her lips and kissed her
deeply. She opened to him and he swirled his tongue
inside. Together their tongues battled in a dance as
old as time.
Her fingernails pressed into his
shoulders as she met him stroke for stroke. Her body
heated against his; he raised his head and saw the
red splotches flush across her chest
Her inner muscles gripped him as she
rode to her orgasm. She screamed and cried his name,
locking her legs around his waist. Unable to hold
back any longer, he quickened the pace and strength
of his thrusts and drove into her wet core over and
over until his balls contracted with his climax and
emptied into her warm, wet depths. He groaned with
the effort. Pulsation after pulsation until he was
drained. Collapsing over her, their bodies wet with
their loving, he brushed back a damp curl from her
cheek and kissed her.
“I’ve never known anyone like you,”
he murmured against her neck. He wasn’t a man to
whisper meaningless words. Truly, he’d never had a
woman who gave herself so completely…so
wonderfully…so sensually. He’d hit a trifecta.
Caitlin opened her eyes. Damn, her
vision was blurred. What kind of man could make love
like a love machine and still screw her blind? She
giggled and snuggled against his chest, her fingers
swirling around in the fine dark fur on his chest.
“Yeah, I guess that was—uh, pretty good.”
He levered up on his elbow, his
eyebrows furrowed in a puzzled frown. “Pretty good?”
She giggled again. “Okay, so it was
basically fantastic. On a scale of one to ten—I am
an accountant, as you well know—” She paused as if
still considering Jake’s performance.
“Well?”
“A twenty—completely off the chart.”
She buried her face in his shoulder. In spite of
their wild exertions, Jake’s scent was still clean
and manly.
And she could get used to sharing a
bed with him.
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