Fox in plain Sight
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Nick tilted his head and captured Michelle’s lips fully, tasting her drying tears and her sweet breath. Her sudden emotional outburst had taken him by surprise, yet at the same time given him the chance to do what he knew he had to: get close to her so he could find out what she knew. He pushed the twinge of guilt that surfaced to the back of his mind. Deep down he knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Seeing her die in his vision had been too real, and knowing that had he arrived only two seconds later, the vision would have come true, still sent chills down his spine. That was a feeling he couldn’t ignore. What he needed now—what they both needed—was a few moments of sheer and utter abandon. A brief celebration of life, of lust and passion, of tenderness and ecstasy. For a short while, he would forget what his real mission was and concentrate on only one thing: making the woman in his arms forget the fact that she’d narrowly escaped death today.
He wanted to shower her with passion, make her body hum with pleasure, and lose himself in her. Just for a short time. That part wouldn’t be a lie. It would be real and honest.
Nick ignored the pain in his side and focused only on Michelle, on the softness of her lips, the delicious taste of her mouth, the insistent strokes of her tongue as she dueled with him in a match that neither could win. Hunger was the word that came to mind when her hands dug into his shoulders, holding on to him for dear life as if she was afraid he’d toss her to the side.
He slid his hands down below her waist, feeling her firm ass through the thin fabric of her summer skirt. Goddamn it, was she wearing anything underneath that thin scrap of cotton? It felt like she was naked.
Nick growled involuntarily, intensifying his kiss, while he pressed her against his groin, where his cock was already as hard as a crow bar.
Michelle moaned into his mouth, her body stiffening for an instant. Yes, she could feel his erection, knew what was coming, because a kiss wouldn’t suffice now. He needed more from her. He needed to be inside her to make the horrors of the last hour vanish. To make him forget.
Impatiently, he slid his hands underneath the fabric of her skirt. He nearly jumped out of his pants when he felt bare skin beneath his fingers. He palmed her ass, exploring her, and realized she was wearing a thong. He should have known that a hot woman like Michelle wore sexy underwear like that. Not that at this moment he needed any additional turn-on in the form of sexy lingerie.
Michelle kissing him with such unrestrained passion was turn-on enough. And Michelle rubbing herself against his cock was almost too much. But she was doing it, and he wasn’t going to stop her. Just as she wasn’t stopping him when he pulled her thong down to her thighs until it finally dropped to her feet.
Now he had full access to her sex and made use of it. He slid his hand down her ass to the juncture of her thighs, reaching between them. She complied immediately and widened her stance so he could bring his hand between her legs.
She was warm and wet there. A drop of her juices coated his finger and he rubbed it along her moist cleft. She jolted under his intimate touch, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she rocked her pelvis against his cock as if asking for more.
Nick ripped his lips from hers. “You want that, yeah? You want my cock?”
Passion-clouded eyes stared at him. Her face was flushed, and she dropped her lids, but he wouldn’t allow her to evade him. “Look at me.”
Her eyes flew open and she pinned him.
“Do you want that?” He rocked his cock against her and rubbed two fingers along her wet sex, gently probing at the entrance to her body. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.” She put her hand on his nape and pulled him back to her so there was only a sliver of space between them. “I want you. Now. Here.”
Just as well that he was prepared for this. He’d shoved a couple of condoms into his pants pocket before leaving his place. Those would come in handy now.
“Good, ’cause that’s what I’ve wanted to do from the moment you made me spill my mocha.”
“I didn’t make you spill your mocha.”
“Did, too.”
He captured her lips again, stopping her from voicing any further protest. Kissing her, Nick lifted her off her feet and spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist. He marched into the living room, his cock sliding against her center with every step. The thrilling sensation even made the pain in his arm fade into the background.
When he reached the sofa, he laid her onto it and lowered himself between her thighs. He didn’t lose any time and lifted her skirt to expose her now naked sex. The sight robbed him of his breath. She was entirely bare. Nothing was hidden from his view.
“Baby,” he groaned.
How was he going to survive this? Another few seconds and he’d come right in his pants. Fuck! He had to get himself under control.
Nick lifted his gaze and met Michelle’s eyes. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” Then he lowered his head, but continued to keep eye contact. “I hope you don’t mind, but I skipped lunch. And I love buffets.” And the kind of feast that was spread out in front of him was impossible to resist. “All you can eat, you know.”
Her breath hitched before he lowered his mouth to her smooth folds and took his first taste. Slowly he licked over her bare skin and gathered up the dew that was trickling from her. With his hands on her thighs, he spread her wider.
“Open up for me,” he coaxed and suckled along her delicious folds.
Michelle spread her legs wider, lifting one over the back of the sofa.
“There you go. Just like that.” He scooped his hands under her ass and tilted her pelvis toward him. Then he dove back to her sex and sucked her like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.
Michelle was so easy to read. Every moan and sigh, every move she made told him what she liked and what she craved more of. He adjusted to her wishes, licking her more gently now, with longer strokes. She was getting wetter with every second, her moans becoming louder and more frequent. Her hands tugged at her spaghetti top, and he realized that she was perspiring.
Nick lifted his head from her and helped her rid herself of her top and the skirt. When she finally lay naked before him, he swept his eyes over her. She was as sexy as sin itself. And the fact that he was still wearing his pants made the whole situation even more exciting.
Nick took her hand and pulled it to the front of his pants, pressing it against the erection that pulsed there. “Feel what you do to me.”
Michelle pulling her lower lip between her teeth nearly made him spill, or was it the fact that she squeezed his cock right at that moment? It didn’t matter. What mattered was getting rid of his clothes, or there would indeed be a disaster on the horizon.
He lifted himself off the couch and shucked his shoes, then unzipped and pulled his pants off. When he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, he met her eyes. She stared at him with open desire.
“Yes, look at my cock. Look at what you’ll feel inside you in a moment.” Slowly he pulled his boxer briefs down and revealed his erection.
When he saw the look of admiration and eager anticipation on her face, pride swelled inside him. He would make sure that look turned into one of satisfaction and ecstasy shortly.
Reaching for his pants, he pulled a condom from the pocket and ripped open the packaging.
“You came prepared.”
At her words, he snapped his gaze to her. Michelle was propping herself up on her elbows, her nipples pointing at him.
“Can’t blame a guy for hoping he’d get lucky.”
She smiled softly. “Is that what you call it?”
He slowly rolled the condom over his hard-on. “What would you call it then?”
Michelle gave his cock a pointed look. “Maybe I’m the one who’s getting lucky.”
Nick threw his head back and laughed. “A woman after my own heart.” Then he lowered one knee onto the sofa. “So, tell me, what would you like? I’m open to sug
gestions, because frankly, as long as I get to be inside you, I don’t care which way.”
“Stop talking.” She dropped back into the cushions and crooked her finger, inviting him to come closer. “Just let me feel you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
With a grin that was surely going to become permanent, Nick lowered himself between her legs, bringing his cock to her center. Guiding himself along her moist sex, he allowed her warm juices to coat the condom.
When she moaned and arched her back off the sofa, he slid his cock over her clit, teasing the tiny organ. If he had any self control left, he’d finish her off by licking her clit until she came, but that was something that would have to wait for another time, because right now he couldn’t wait another second to be inside her.
“Tell me you want my cock,” he demanded.
Her hand came up and wrapped around his nape, pulling him down to her. “I want to feel your cock inside me. And if you don’t do it right now, I’m going to scream!”
“Michelle, let’s get one thing straight: you’re going to scream either way,” Nick promised and plunged inside her, seating himself until his balls slapped against her flesh.
He watched with male satisfaction how her eyes closed and all the air rushed from her lungs, how she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and how her hand tightened around his nape, her fingernails clawing into him. Even the little bit of pain he welcomed.
When he withdrew to thrust again, he felt his injured side, felt the pain in his arm and ribs, noticed how the icepack was sliding down his arm and tossed it aside. There was time later to ice his wounds. Right now, he needed to make love to the gorgeous woman beneath him. That was his only focus.
Shifting most of his weight to his uninjured side, and bracing himself on his knees and one elbow, he began to move inside her. God, she felt good. Smooth, warm, welcoming. She enveloped him like a glove, like a tight bandage that caressed and soothed at the same time. Her interior muscles were tight and strong, holding him like a vise.
Nick brushed a strand of her dark blond hair from her face and gazed into her eyes. “So beautiful.” And yet she was his enemy, though she didn’t know it, had no inkling of who he was or why he was here. In a way, it made her an innocent. He was the predator. A predator who wanted nothing more than to please the beautiful creature in his arms. Who wanted nothing more than to make her feel pleasure and satisfaction. Who wanted nothing more than to feel her submit and give herself to him if only for a few moments.
He threw his head back. Goddamn it, he didn’t want her to be the enemy. He didn’t want to have to use her. And, at that moment, he wished for nothing more than to be wrong about his suspicion that Michelle was the person who’d been chasing him online. But all evidence pointed to her. The Guy Fawkes pendant that even now dangled around her neck mocked him, even though its bearer knew nothing of the turmoil she was causing him.
“Oh God, Michelle!” he cried out and took her harder. Almost as if to punish her, when in reality he wanted to punish himself.
“Nick! Oh yes!” She rocked against him, her tempo increasing, her breathing erratic.
He tore his eyes from the pendant, trying not to think about it, and looked at Michelle’s glowing face instead. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, giving her skin an enticing sheen. Her lips were parted, tempting him to capture them for another kiss.
“I haven’t had my second kiss yet,” he murmured.
A soft laugh burst from her lips then. “But you did.” She lowered her gaze, and he immediately realized what she was referring to.
“Oh that.” He winked. “That was just a quick taste. Maybe later I’ll get a longer one?”
Her hand came up, and she stroked her index finger over his lower lip. “Are you for real?”
“As real as it gets.”
Before his conscience could intervene, he took her lips for a hard kiss, trying to prove to himself that he was making love to Michelle because he was attracted to her, not because he needed to find out what she knew. And why shouldn’t he be attracted to her? She was beautiful, sexy, and full of life. And she felt good in his arms. It had been a while since he’d felt like this, since he’d felt he could let himself go and indulge in this very physical pleasure without having to look over his shoulder to see who was after him.
The way Michelle responded to him made everything male in him come to life. In her arms he was only a man, not the ex-CIA agent who could see future events, not the man who would kill to protect his life and that of his fellow agents, the ones who’d gone underground to survive. No, in Michelle’s arms, he was only a man who wanted to feel the love of a woman, even if it was only physical and fleeting. But he needed this, needed to feel the connection of his body to hers. To feel alive again and not like the ghost he’d become.
Michelle was giving him this, was showing him what life could be like again if only he defeated his enemies. With her tantalizing body, Michelle gave him what he craved most: a place where he was safe and welcome.
Harder and harder he took her, his quest for release more urgent now. He shifted his angle, watching for signs from Michelle to make sure she would climax with him.
Severing the kiss, he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. Heavy-lidded she looked back at him.
“Baby, you feel so good. So amazing.” He clenched his jaw, realizing how imminent his orgasm was. “I’m close. Tell me what you need.”
She bucked toward him. “Harder.”
He complied with her wish, pulling back his hips and slamming into her. His neck muscles strained as he tried to hold on to his control while repeating the action again and again.
“Yes!” she cried out and arched off the cushions, offering her breasts to him.
He took the offering and dipped his face and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it. Beneath him, Michelle trembled, and her interior muscles clamped down on him, imprisoning his cock in her warm channel.
A shudder raced through his entire body, and a bolt of energy shot into his balls, sending hot semen through his cock. He exploded, joining her in her climax, rocking with her as they both came down from their high. Floating blissfully, without thought, without worries…
Breathing hard, he sank down onto her, his knees shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, his heart racing like a bullet train, his side and arm aching now.
Michelle blew out a breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow,” Nick replied.
8
Nick pressed a kiss into Michelle’s hair. He’d pulled her on top of him on the couch, not wanting to crush her with his weight. He liked the feel of her warm body as she lay there, relaxed and breathing evenly.
“Are you falling asleep?” he asked, chuckling.
“Mmm.”
“Guess I must have bored you.”
She lifted her head and smiled at him. “You’ve worn me out, that’s what you did, and you know it.” She pressed her cheek back onto his chest.
He liked how easy she was to talk to. If he weren’t on the run, he wouldn’t mind having a girlfriend like Michelle, maybe even a serious relationship.
“I think you’ve got it the wrong way ’round. You wore me out.”
She laughed softly, and her breath ghosted over his nipple, to his own surprise hardening it in an instant. Fuck, he still wanted more. Taking her just once hadn’t been quite enough.
“Are you complaining?” she asked.
He gave her a good-natured slap on her ass. “No complaints. Just an observation.”
She wiggled on top of him, and he palmed her ass with both hands, stopping her from rubbing herself against his cock.
“Go ahead, keep doing that, and I’m gonna have to bend you over that armchair and teach you some manners,” he warned and pressed another kiss on the top of her head.
She lifted her head and laughed. “Who says I have no manners? Didn’t I take care of your injuries like a good little nurse?”
“Not even you believe that. You don’t strike me as innocent. And I wasn’t the one doing the seducing. I remember distinctly that you were the one asking for a kiss.”
“True, but I had no idea you’d rub your hot little body all over me, making me lose all control. And there I’d planned on taking you out for a coffee, trying to get to know you better.” He looked at his watch. “Guess it’s too late for that now. It’s more like dinner time.”
“So you really wanted to ask me out on a date?”
“Sure did.” He lifted his hand, making an all encompassing sweeping motion. “Guess I’ve got it backwards. Normally, sex comes after dinner.” He combed a hand through her hair, enjoying the silky feel of it. “Though, if you don’t object, I’d like to take you out for dinner now.”
Her eyes widened. “You mean, even though you’ve already gotten what you wanted?”
“Who says I have?” He winked.
“Normally, guys make themselves scarce once they’ve gotten a girl into bed.”
“Way I see it, we’re not in bed.” He patted the sofa cushion. “I believe this is a couch. And who says all I want is sex? I think you’d be selling yourself short if you thought that.”
He looked deep into her blue eyes and felt how his heart started beating out of control. He wasn’t lying to her. She did have a lot to offer—to the right guy. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that guy, although if circumstances were different, he wondered if he could be.
“You really know how to turn on the charm,” Michelle said.
“I do my best.” Then he gave her another slap on her backside. “Now, how about that dinner date, or were you just gonna use me for sex and then toss me out on my ass?”
For far too long she looked at him, contemplating her answer. He shifted, his pulse kicking up. What was going through that pretty little mind right now? Best to grab the bull by the horns and turn things around.