Page 74 of Locked and Loaded

She moaned again as he pulled his finger free of her sheath, then groaned as he lifted his hips and thrust his cock inside.

So full. Oh god, so full, so complete.

Lennox wiggled her hips, adjusting to take him deeper, take everything he offered. She spread over his body, the hair of his exciting her already sensitized flesh. He lifted his knees behind her, his thighs slapping her ass every time he thrusted within her.

Fast, so fast. This quick coupling, the hard length of him, the strength in his thigh as he banged into her. The heat in his palms as he cupped her ass, encouraging her movement with him. The way his breath stirred the hair near her temples and tickled her neck.

This was supposed to be just fucking, a physical act to resolve the emotional ache plaguing her soul. But somewhere along the way, as they pleasured each other, it became more. More enticing, more sensual, more…everything.

She sat up, taking him deeper, responding to the cues her body was sending, and she began undulating over him, drawing him so far inside her, rubbing her clit over his pubic bone, heightening the waves of ecstasy climbing her spine, cresting in her mind until she was nothing but feeling and sensation and steamy need.

She braced her hands above his shoulders, and his hands cupped her breasts. Each time he lifted his hips, thrusting into her, he squeezed. A small squeak built in her throat.

Dragan jackknifed upward until his chest was against hers. Though she still wore her bra, he took a nipple between his lips and licked and nipped in a syncopated rhythm timed to his thrusts. He braced an arm around her back and slipped his other hand to her clit.

“Oh, god, Dragan. So good… So close.” The tent walls snapped in a sudden breeze. The wooden platform the bed was on creaked with their movement. Tightening her sheath, she held on to his cock as she lifted off her knees and settled her ass on his thighs, pulling him in deeper until she thought he might be touching her cervix. Wrapping her legs behind his back, locking her ankles together, she held on, held close, as he rocked, and rocked, and rocked into her.

“Come, baby. Come all over me,” he demanded against her breast. Then he sucked hard on her nipple, and flicked her clit.

The starburst of light behind her lids was as mesmerizing as the waves of sensation blasting through her. She bowed her back, then bucked forward as her orgasm burst over her.

Dragan flipped her underneath him, her knees around his hips, feet in the air, and rocked into her, as if he wanted to become part of her, be one with her. His thrusts were fast and hard and dangerously addictive as he plunged into her, drew out partially, then rammed back into her.

Lennox’s orgasm went on and on as he rode her, calling her name into her ear, bucking his body to maximize her pleasure. When he finally came, he buried his face against her neck and groaned her name in release. He collapsed on top of her, his back rising and falling in sharp gasps. Each breath he took brushed his chest against hers, and her heart was racing as rapidly as his was.

Stars still flickered in her head, her eyes still tightly closed, her fingers tracing his various scars as she slowly came back to Earth. The light behind her eyes transformed to the daylight flickering over the tent as their hearts calmed.

Dragan lifted on one elbow, his uninjured arm, and he slipped a hand under the fabric of her shirt, then under her bra to sooth a fingertip over her nipple. Her body reacted, and everything tightened, including her sheath around his still stiff cock.

“Jesus, Lennox. I think you killed me anyway,” he said in response to her threat to kill him if he stopped.

“Can’t wait to kill you again,” she laughed. She clamped her hand over where his rested on her breast, then lifted her mouth to his lips. They didn’t talk again for a very long time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“They’re in the wind.”

She grimaced. “You were sold to me as the best of the best. I’m not seeing results.”

“They jumped off the roof onto a truck filled with oranges. No one could have predicted that.”

“You should have prepared for anything.”

“A truck full of oranges?” he snorted. “There are some things beyond anyone’s control.”

She leaned forward. “No, there aren’t. Nothing is beyond your control if you plan well enough. You should have planned better.”

The Russian made a sound somewhere between a disbelieving snort and an apology. “We’re searching, but they have disappeared.”

“So you have no leads.” This was getting worse by the moment.

“Crowe booked a helicopter for the day after tomorrow. We’ll be there if she shows. And we keep looking. Once they raise their heads we’ll be on them.”

She wanted to argue, to yell, to strangle the man on the video call, but all those things wouldn’t solve the problem. “Make sure you get it done,” she said in her iciest tone and then killed the call.

The day after tomorrow was cutting it close. If she even showed up. Crowe seemed to be smart enough on her own, but Maric was considerably better at this game than Crowe. She had serious doubts anyone would show for the helicopter booking.

In the end, she wasn’t sure it mattered. The event was in three days, after which she would disappear for good. Her retirement was planned out. A winter house in Palm Beach, which gave her access to the Caribbean whenever she wanted, and a summer house on the lake in Switzerland. Yes, it was almost within her grasp.