by Pamela Clare
12
The breath rushed from Gabriela’s lungs at Dylan’s words. She looked into his eyes, heat shivering through her at the intensity of his gaze, the ache between her legs at war with utter mortification. “You … you want to make me come?”
He grinned, a sexy smile that made her pulse skip, his voice husky and deep. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I found out you weren’t a nun.”
Her belly fluttered. “Really?”
“Shouldn’t you already know that?”
“HUMINT training doesn’t make a person psychic.”
He ignored that, cupped her cheek, his brow furrowing. “I want you, Gabriela, and you want me, too. I saw you staring at my body this morning. I know what lust looks like in a woman’s eyes.”
Dios mío.
How was she supposed to say no to this?
“Wh-what about my job? Your mission?”
“Who’s going to tell?” He pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossed it onto the floor. “I sure as hell won’t.”
She couldn’t keep her gaze off him, his muscles shifting as he bent down to remove his boots. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? I haven’t said yes.”
“You will.”
Oh, he was cocky, so sure of himself, so confident that she wanted him.
And damned if Gabriela didn’t find it hot. “I’ve been celibate for years. I’ve probably forgotten how to do this.”
“It looked to me just now like you remember the basics.” He kicked his socks and boots aside.
Her cheeks flamed.
“What do you say we end your celibacy right now?”
And that was it.
“Stop talking and kiss me.” Gabriela’s heart raced, a kind of excitement she hadn’t felt for ages washing through her.
“Yes, ma’am.” He knelt beside the bed, cupped her face in his hands, his gaze meeting hers for a moment before he brushed her lips with his, once, twice.
She sucked in a quick breath, the contact making her lips tingle.
He leaned in, did it again, made her shiver. “You like that.”
“You’re teasing me.”
“I’m learning you.” His eyes drifted shut, and he canted his head, taking her mouth with his in a slow kiss.
It was nothing more than lips against lips, but it left her breathless, turned her body to liquid.
Forgetting that her bra and T-shirt were rolled up, she let go of the covers, slid her fingers into his hair, whimpering as he pressed the kiss deeper, teasing her with skilled strokes of his tongue. Then the tips of her nipples brushed the hard wall of his chest, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her, making her gasp.
But he’d felt it, too.
He groaned, broke the kiss, then jerked her T-shirt and bra over her head, leaving her naked. His gaze fixed on her bruised breast. “Did he do this?”
“It doesn’t matter now.” She pushed the covers aside to reveal all of herself and drew him onto the bed.
Still wearing his ACU trousers, he straddled her hips, his body hard, his size overwhelming her in the best possible way. His gaze moved over her, fixed on her breasts, his brow furrowing. “Tan hermosa.”
So beautiful.
Men had said that before, but it hadn’t affected her the way it did now.
He palmed her with a callused hand, first one breast, then the other, caressing her, teasing her, making her burn.
She arched into his hands, her eyes drifting shut. Oh, how she had missed this—the heat of a lover’s touch. “God, yes.”
Then he lowered his mouth to her and sucked one puckered nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth.
She moaned, her body tensing at the exquisite sensation as he licked her, suckled her, plucked her with his lips. He didn’t rush, but kept at it, lavishing attention on each breast in turn until she was out of her mind with arousal, her hips rocking beneath him, her body seeking release, endless months of sexual denial flaming inside her.
He chuckled, blew hot breath across her aching nipples, making them draw tighter. Then he stretched out beside her and slid a hand down her ribcage and over her belly to cup her, his gaze soft. “Pick up where you left off. Show me what you like.”
Gabriela’s heart gave a hard knock. She’d never touched herself in front of a man before—not counting what had happened earlier.
Dear God, how was she ever going to live that down?
“Don’t be shy.” He kissed her cheek, the tip of a nipple, then bent one of her legs. “Your knees were up like this and spread wide open.”
She didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed—or turned on. She closed her eyes, reached down, and ran her fingertip over her swollen clit, slowly at first, then faster.
“I could watch this all day.” His fingers joined hers, exploring her, taking over with a deftness that left her aching.
She’d forgotten how good it felt, and it was good, so good.
He kept up the rhythm then slid a finger deep inside her, making her moan.
“You’re so wet.” He stroked her, inside and out, his mouth pressing kisses to her cheek, her forehead, her breast.
Pleasure lifted her higher and higher until she was soaring—and then shattered. She cried out, bliss scorching through her, bright and blazing, leaving her breathless, weak, satisfied.
Dylan watched Gabriela as she came, heaven shining on her beautiful face, a strange warmth in his chest. He stayed with her until her peak had passed, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her hair as she went limp beside him. “Chastity defeated.”
Her lips curved in a sleepy smile, her eyes still closed.
Coño, she was beautiful.
Dylan couldn’t think of a time when he’d wanted a woman more, lust for her pounding in his chest, as primal as a pulse.
Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated, her gaze soft. “You’re good.”
“Oh, don’t judge me yet, mi amor. You haven’t put me to the real test.”
She slid a hand up his chest. “Are you always so sure of yourself?”
“Always.” He settled himself between her thighs, kissed her long and slow and deep, her hands reaching down to unzip his fly.
He knew she thought he was going to fuck her now, but he had other plans.
He let her push his trousers down but stopped her when she tried to take his cock in hand. “Not yet.”
He had one shot at this, and he couldn’t pull the trigger too soon.
He dragged his mouth from hers, kissed the sensitive skin beneath her ear, let his lips go wherever they chose—her collar bone, the soft curve of her shoulder, the underside of her breasts, a sweet dark nipple.
Her hands explored his shoulders, fingers curling at his nape, her rapid breathing and tight nipples proof that she was aroused again.
He had her right where he wanted her.
He kissed his way down her body, taking his time, savoring the scent and softness of her skin, kissing, licking, nipping until she whimpered.
Without lifting his lips from her skin, he scooted downward, bringing his face between her thighs, her scent drawing him in—musky, feminine, sexual.
Her fingers curled in his hair as if to stop him. “I don’t shave there.”
As if he hadn’t already noticed the V of dark curls.
“I imagine most nuns don’t.” He chuckled. “Relax. I’m not into twelve-year-olds. I like adult women to look like adult women.”
Her pupils dilated, and her grip on his hair loosened, her lips curving into a lethal smile. “You are too much.”
“I’m just getting started.” He parted her, let his tongue get a feel for her clit, exploring her, making her shiver. Then he got down to work, flicking her clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, tugging on it with his lips. “God, you taste good.”
“Dylan!” Her response made his cock ache, her every breath a moan, her fingers clenched in his hair, her knees drawn back to her chest to give him plenty of room, any inh
ibitions she might have had lost in raw sexual need.
He accepted her unspoken invitation, thrust two fingers deep inside her, and was rewarded with a cry. His balls drew tight at the hot, slick feel of her. His cock would be inside her soon, thrusting just like this.
But not yet.
Her eyes were closed, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged pants, her hands holding his head in place. Then she cried out, her back arching off the bed as orgasm took her again, her muscles clenching around his fingers.
Dylan’s heart thrummed in his chest, his need for her driving everything else from his mind, her scent on his skin, her taste on this tongue.
Condoms, cabrón.
He got up from the bed and shucked his trousers, then fished the unopened box of condoms out of the backpack and stretched out beside her again.
Her eyes were still closed, her body languid and lush and lovely, the sight of her putting that strange pang in his chest again.
What the hell was that?
She opened her eyes and took the condom from him. “On your back, seaman.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He did as she asked, his cock straining for her, his body tense with unspent sexual need.
She held up the condom. “We don’t need this. I’ve got an IUD. The Agency paid for it before I was sent to Peru in case I was… captured.”
Raped.
That’s what she meant, but she didn’t say it.
He reached up, cupped a breast, savoring the feel of her. “You’ve been celibate for a while now. I haven’t. I won’t put you at risk.”
She stared at him, surprised. “A guy who offers to wear a condom.”
“I try not to be a dick.”
She set the condom on the bed, straddled his hips, and kissed his sternum. “I love your body.”
“It’s all yours.”
She kissed and licked his nipples, caressed and licked his scars, traced the outline of his muscles, her lips and fingertips spreading fire over his skin. Then she took his cock in hand and stroked him from base to tip and back again.
He stopped her after a few sweet strokes, afraid this would be over before it started. As turned on as he was, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last, even with a condom. “I want to be inside you.”
Her gaze shot to his. “I bet you say that to all the nuns.”
He laughed. “Just you.”
She wet him with her tongue—¡coño!—then rolled the condom onto his cock.
It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen—her straddling him, taking his cock inside her tight heat, her eyes drifting shut, a look of pleasure spreading over her face. God, it felt incredible, her body gripping him like a fist.
He reached down to tease her clit with one hand while the other played with a breast, holding himself still below her, letting her set the pace, watching as she ground her clit against his pubic bone. He couldn’t get off like this, but that was a good thing. It gave him the time he needed to make her come again.
Her palms splayed on his chest for balance, she moved faster, her lips parted, her gaze fixed on his, a look of pleasure-pain in her eyes. “You… feel… so… good… inside… me.”
Her breathy words sent a jolt of heat to his cock.
She came fast, her head falling back on a moan, her body shaking.
And then he could hold back no more.
He gripped her hips and thrust himself into her, driving hard. He wanted her, wanted all of her. “Gabriela… Fuck!… Dios mío... Mi amor.”
Orgasm washed through him, drowning him in pleasure, leaving him to float, his body replete, his mind blown.
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Gabriela heard the noise but was too sleepy to care.
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
Dylan shifted, drawing away from her, his motions waking her. “Mierda.” Shit.
She lifted her head, missing the warmth of his body. “What is it?”
He turned off the alarm on his phone and stood, still naked. “Time to check in with the boss.”
“Oh. Right.” That was important.
She watched as he dialed the number, her gaze moving over him, her body still singing. My God, the things Dylan could do with his tongue…
“Hey, Tower. Cruz here.” He paced slowly back and forth while he spoke, the muscles of his bare ass shifting as he moved, that incredible cock of his sexy even when it wasn’t hard.
Did he have any idea how good he was in bed?
Yes, he did. Of course, he did.
Oh, don’t judge me yet, mi amor. You haven’t put me to the real test.
He had so much confidence—and control. Then again, he was a former SEAL and had served with DEVGRU. Her boyfriend from college had been a business major.
“Ms. Marquez suggested you hack the security feed from… Oh. Great. Fantastic.” Dylan looked over at her, his gaze sliding over her. “Right. Yes, sir.”
Gabriela got out of bed, walked to the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of water—only to find Dylan staring at her ass when she turned around.
And that gave her a wonderful, terrible idea. If this didn’t test his self-control, nothing would.
She took a drink, walked over to him, and knelt on the floor in front of him.
He started to step back, but she took hold of his cock, bringing him to an abrupt halt. “I understand, sir.”
She stroked him to hardness with her hand then let her mouth join in the fun, working the length of his erection from base to tip and back again.
He watched her, his pupils wide, his expression strained, the fingers of his free hand sliding into her hair. “No, I wouldn’t want that to happen. Her face is on every news station here. Even without the habit, she’s easy to recognize.”
Gabriela could hear the tension in his voice, but she’d bet his boss couldn’t. She worked faster now, her gaze locked with his, her mouth and hand moving together, her tongue teasing the thick head of his cock.
His eyes drifted shut, his fingers clenching in her hair. “No, sir. She’s been following the news here. They haven’t released a description of me. All they’ve said is that I’m armed, dangerous, and from the US.”
His hips began to move, urging her to go faster.
She did her best to match his rhythm, her tongue keeping up its assault.
“Ms. Marquez? She’s… um… been through a hard time, but she’s handling it like a professional. She’s taking it all… all of it… really well.”
Gabriela had to fight not to laugh.
“Yes, sir. I will. Thank you. Talk to you then.” Dylan ended the call, threw the phone onto the bed, both hands fisting in her hair. “¡Carajo!”
Faster, harder.
His balls drew tight, and she knew he was close.
“Gabriela!” He pulled free of her mouth as he came.
She finished him with her fist, cum spurting in white bursts onto her breasts.
He caught her chin, tilted her head back, looked into her eyes. “You’ve been a very naughty girl. You could have gotten me fired.”
“You did just fine. As you said, I’m handling it like a professional—taking it all.”
He grinned, his gaze dropping to her chest. “Come.”
He cleaned her up in the bathroom, and they crawled back into bed, Gabriela resting her head on his chest.
“What did he say?”
“They’ve already hacked the hotel’s security feed. I should have known Shields would be on top of that.”
“Elizabeth Shields?”
“Yeah. You know her?”
“I know of her. She fought hard to make the Agency take sexual harassment seriously. There are a lot of women who are grateful to her.”
“How about Holly Andris? She used to work for the Agency, too. Do you know her? I think her maiden name was something like Bradshaw.”
Gabriela lifted her head, stared at him. “Holly Bradshaw? You work with Holly Bradshaw?”
He nodde
d. “She and her husband, Nick Andris, both work for Cobra.”
That meant Cobra was, indeed, a top-notch company.
“Holly is a legend. Can I meet her?”
“I don’t see why not. I’ll introduce you next time you make it to Denver.”
Gabriela rested her head against his chest again, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. “What else did your boss say?”
“He wants us to lie low for another twenty-four to forty-eight hours while they work out transportation to San Cristóbal. They’re close to a deal with a Colombian guerilla group to smuggle us across the border.”
Gabriela played with Dylan’s chest hair. “How am I going to pass the time stuck in this room for another day or two with a cocky SEAL?”
“I have no idea. I’m stuck with a spy.” He chuckled, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her arms over her head. “We’ll have to get creative.”
13
Dylan sagged against Gabriela, his cheek resting against her left breast, the bliss of climax leaving him floating. For a time, he lay there, his brain empty, his body satisfied. “I can feel your heartbeat.”
It was beginning to slow, just like his.
“Does my boob make a good pillow?”
“The best.” But he needed to pull out before the condom slipped off.
He reached down, took hold of the condom and withdrew, tossing the rubber in the trash. Then he wiped off with a tissue, lay beside her, and drew her into his arms.
Outside their window, it was dark.
She rested her head on his chest, tucked one knee between his, her fingers sliding through his chest hair. “So far, being stuck in a hotel room with an arrogant former SEAL hasn’t been all that bad.”
“Yeah? I think it’s gone pretty well, too. I’ve learned that not all spooks are know-it-all pains in the ass.”
She laughed. “How many undercover officers have you met?”
“None.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He wanted to know, so he asked. “Why did you sign on with the Agency?”
“They recruited me out of college. I was just finishing a double degree in criminal justice and international relations when they invited me to apply.”