Page 135 of Renegade
She kissed him. “Thank you.”
Five minutes later, he parked in the driveway of a modest home in Arlington. He pulled his Glock from the glovebox, tucked it into his holster before carrying the bags up the short walkway. “Langley put me here.”
He keyed his way in, but instead of gesturing for her to enter, he pulled his gun and walked into his home. She waited in the small foyer while he cleared the house.
When he returned, she said, “There are surveillance cameras outside.”
“I always check. Been doin’ it for years.” He shut and bolted the front door.
The snap of that lock silenced every damn voice in her head that said sheshouldbe doing this, or sheoughtto be following up on that, or sheneededto work. Everything vanished but thebeast of a man standing inches away, eyeing her like he could eat her alive.
Desire and lust and greed sprang to the forefront, and she flew into his arms. They came together in a torrent of energy. She wrapped her arms around him, he snaked his around her and palmed her ass. Their kiss was hard and wild and so damn satisfying. She clawed at his back, eager to rip off his shirt and feel his skin against hers. He bit her chin, she roared in his ear. The intensity of their embrace had her gasping for breath… and they’d only just begun.
She wanted to slow down, wanted to appreciate his hard, bulging muscles, and warm, perfect lips, but she needed him inside her. Completely inside her.
Still in his arms, she tore off her black shirt. “God, I need you. Now. Fast and hard and crazy good, like only you can give me.”
Her insides were throbbing, her nipples straining against her sports bra. She needed them naked, with him rooted inside her, before the damn phone rang and destroyed their perfect moment.
Using a soft touch, she removed his hair tie, ran her fingers through his mane. And she dropped kisses on his cheeks and on the tip of his perfectly straight nose. Then, she stroked his beard, appreciating the prickly hairs on her finger pads. But when she traced his lips, she had to kiss him again. He groaned into her, and tongued her with a wildness that had her moaning his name, like a prayer.
Breaking away, she glanced around. The house was basic, but she was looking for a soft place to land. As if he could read her mind, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the rear of the house.
His bedroom.
Another wave of adrenaline cascaded through her.
He set her down next to the bed, tugged off his shirt, thenkicked off his pants. Grey in his boxer briefs slayed her on the spot. This Adonis was hers to play with, to feast on, to ravage. Strong hands unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, and tugged them down. She stepped out and slowly removed her bra.
The energy in that room accelerated to Mach One when his ravenous gaze slid to her tits.
“Fuck, you’ve got amazing breasts.” He cupped them, teased her hard nipples, but it was the fire in his eyes that burned through her like a thousand-watt laser.
“Suck them.” The ache in her voice sent a tremble through her. She was on fire, desperate to take him inside her.
When he dipped down, his hair flowed across her chest. She moved away the long locks, and watched with complete fascination at the talented way he stroked her areola with the tip of his finger, then replaced his finger with his tongue.
“Ohgod,” she murmured.
With gentle strokes, he outlined her tender flesh, flicked her nipple with his tongue, then covered it with his mouth and sucked. Fireworks exploded through her sex-starved body. His licking turned feral, his biting had her uttering sounds she couldn’t recognize.
“Sexy,” he said as he fondled her other breast.
Her insides pulsed so hard, she slid her hand between her legs. Without breaking his pattern, he removed her hand
“No,” was all he said.
Then, he broke away, the utter desire in his eyes had her shuddering in a shaky breath. He threw back the linens, sat on the edge, gripped her hips, and hauled her close. While he rubbed her ass with one hand, he slipped his other between her legs. But he didn’t touch her pussy, didn’t go near her clit either. She widened her stance and he caressed the inside of her thighs, while energy zinged through her, her skin tingling, her head buzzing.
“Butt plug,” he said.
“No, later. I need you in me.”
In one smooth move, he laid back on the bed, pulling her onto him, and continued touching her. He caressed her heated skin while she stroked his chest. Her gaze jumping from his beautiful pecs to his eyes, then to his massive shoulders, then back to his face.
“Condom,” he said.
She didn’t want a condom, but she didn’t know where they stood. She stilled, her brow furrowed.
