“Come wit me,” he demanded, his voice husky and full of heat that made my flesh break out in a sheen of sweat with only his words.
He gripped my hips and picked me up; causing me to have to straddle his hips and wrap my legs around them, a startled gasp leaving me. My fingernails lightly scratched the exposed skin of his neck, and a small, animal growl sounded right next to my ear, causing my gut to clench again, the tightness spreading down to my core. I nibbled on his ear, sucking and pulling at his earlobe as he began to take long, careful strides to what I was assuming was his bedroom, which was where I had been headed all along.
Once we crossed the threshold he threw me onto his king sized bed and I was instantly enveloped in the softest Egyptian cotton money could buy, the red of the comforter a symbol of the passion we had shared within these four walls. He was on top of me within seconds, crushing me into the bedding as his hungry mouth found mine again, moans of pleasure exchanged with every stroke of naked skin. I gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled. He followed my lead, lifting his arms and then his shirt was on the floor, his bare muscled chest exposed to my greedy hands. He trailed kisses down my throat, chest, and stomach as he moved to the bottom of the bed and removed my boots quickly followed by my pants. He removed his own; his hard body a sight to behold as he covered me again, grinding his rigid length against my center. Pleasure rippled through me, my nails digging into his back as my legs closed around his waist, pulling him even closer. A growl came from him again, and his teeth grazed the nape of my neck, causing me to cry out as that pleasurable pressure spread through my belly and lower.
“Oh, I want you inside of me,” I hissed into his ear, a moan leaving him at my words and our moving bodies.
He pulled back and shook his head playfully, nothing playful about his expression as he stared down at me, his amber eyes aflame. “Not yit. Aam not finished wit ye.” His tone was animalistic and throaty, pulling at the woman inside of me that reveled in what she could do to a man without even having to try.
“Is that so?” I looked up at him and pulled him down to me, grinding my hips against him as pleasure exploded at our apex. My tongue flicked out, tasting the intense spice on his skin that covered mine now as our passion peaked.
“Och yeah.” He slid down my body, a saddened groan slipping from me in his absence, but he didn’t go far. He stopped just at my hips, a mischievous grin taking residence on his face as he stared up at me.
His fingers ran softly over my core through my panties, my back arching in response as I threw my head back in pure ecstasy at his hands. I drew my bottom lip into my teeth, biting it which was something I knew he loved and would have a hard time resisting, my hands gripping the sheets above my head as he moved in slow concentric circles. Then the sensation stopped, and he gripped the side of my underwear and pulled, ripping them away from me and throwing them to the floor as heat flickered behind his beautiful eyes again.
At this point, I wasn’t even mad that he had not only torn my shirt, but now my underwear as well. I didn’t care and, as he ducked his head and ran one hand over my belly, a sweet lick of moist heat flicked between my legs. My hands gripped the sheets even harder as his tongue worked me over, a cry of pleasure penetrating the air as he moaned in response. My back arched again, pushing myself against his willing mouth, increasing my desire as that familiar pressure began to build inside of me.
“Jonas,” I breathed, but he ignored me as I came to the brink of orgasm. I fell over the edge; my body racked with shudders as my body clenched every muscle within and let go.
He crawled up to me and placed a kiss on my collarbone and then on my lips, speaking into them as he claimed me; mind, body, and soul. “Ye ur mine.” Each word was said one at a time between licks and bites along my throat, taking possession of something he had already been given. Like he was affirming that we belonged to one another, and no one else could come between us. I understood the need for him to reclaim what was his after the night’s events. I understood it completely.
The words only ignited me again, and I pulled him closer to me, placing my foot behind his thigh, and using every bit of strength I had to put him on his back with me straddling his waist. I covered his mouth with mine, exploring each and every crevice with my tongue until he groaned, deep and guttural, against my parted lips. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread over them. Without hesitation I began to move down his body, letting my skin smooth over his as his hands trailed down my arms until he could no longer reach me. I looked up at his face, and our eyes met, the hunger and anticipation in them enough to drive me over the edge once again. I took him into my mouth, moving in slow, deliberate pulls while flicking my tongue. He moaned, his body tensing up beneath my hands and tangling his hand in my hair, pushing down slightly with desire. I turned my eyes up to him, tasting the hint of my own passion on his skin. He was facing the ceiling, his eyes closed as I worked my brand of magic and his hand pushed my head further onto him, his hips thrusting with each pull. I pulled away and straddled him, a startled gasp leaving his lips, and pulled his hands over his head, holding them there as his heated gaze swept over me.
“Now, sir, you’re going to have to behave before I decide to tie you to this bed,” I threatened, letting him hear the breathy tone of my voice as desire flooded through my veins.
His eyes went just wide enough to know he didn’t expect those words to come out of my mouth, but then he smirked and said, “Och rilly, lass? Ah can say that’s not a bad idea at all.” He flexed his hands as I held onto his wrists, rolling them as I felt the bones and tendons move within his wrists.
I bent down and caressed just underneath his jaw with my lips, following the strong line of him until I got to his chin and moved to his waiting mouth. My tongue flicked over his lips and his eyes closed as his breath hitched. I laughed seductively at his reaction, knowing that he would always act this way when it came to our seduction. He reached up and cupped my breasts, my bra inhibiting the sensation of anything he did. I wouldn’t have that. Coming to a sitting position, I stretched back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall down my arms and away from my chest, his eyes taking in the sight before him not being able to hide the wonder in his eyes. His hands grabbed my hips and rocked me against him, his eyes never leaving mine once as I ran my hands over my breasts.
“Ye ur so beautiful,” he breathed as he watched me sway, my back arching just enough to give him a good show.
“Hmmm, so are you.” And I meant it. He was a stunning example of a man, especially lying below me, fully naked and vulnerable to my touch and anything I could imagine to do to his perfect body.
I moved my hips up and slid onto him, taking him inside of me with a moan that would’ve made a nun blush just by the sound. McGrady followed suit as I moved slowly, taking him just the way I knew he’d want me to. Slow and steady until the urge to take each other hard and rough overtook us like it usually did. I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest for support. His hands slid up my arms and pulled me down to him as he ground into me, taking me in slow and rhythmic thrusts as I lay on top of him, every inch of naked skin touching. Without retreating, he flipped me onto my back and looked deep into my eyes as he continued to gyrate, the both of us crying out in pure ecstasy that couldn’t be rivaled. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, which caused the building pressure in my belly to spread as the heat of my arousal poured over us both.
“Mmmm, harder,” I begged, his eyes closing as he took in my request with an animal rumble that emanated from his chest. But then he did something unexpected.
He pulled out of me and opened his eyes, taking my face in his hands so I couldn’t look away, but I didn’t want to. I never wanted to because those beautiful amber orbs were so filled with heat, lust, and adoration that it made me quiver.
“Marry me, Izzy,” he whispered his chest heaving from exertion and fear of what my
answer would be.
My heart blossomed and nearly exploded in my chest as he had caught me off guard, taking this perfect moment of our union to ask me something that had no doubt been on his mind for only God knew how long. I was almost sure I hadn’t heard him correctly, but I knew he had said the words and knew that the answer was right on the tip of my tongue, waiting to come out without any hesitation. I loved the man dearly, and this would only solidify the bond we already shared. He was taking the moment of stunned silence as a possibility of a denial, but it wasn’t. Not even close.
“Th’ world is fallin’ tae shit, an’ Ah want ye by mah side when th’ ball drops. We mai jist solve this, but wit’ ye goin’ in alone Ah cann’ go into it knowin’ that I’ve bin thinkin’ about this fur so long an’ didn’ say a word.” He paused, licking his lips in anticipation of my answer. “Marry me.”
Tears of joy filled my eyes, and I nodded vigorously, his sigh of relief the only perfect sound in the world at that moment. “Yes. Yes.” I almost couldn’t stop saying it, making sure he heard me and that he knew this was something I had truly wanted. Had even been waiting for.
“Och mah God, ye nearly gave me a heart attack,” he cried cheerfully. He dropped his head, his forehead resting at the nape of my neck. I felt his lips press to my skin as his muscles bunched and coiled around me, his erection still hot and resting just outside of me. The jubilant laughter soon turned back into boiling passion, my legs squeezing around his hips and urging him back inside.
“Make love to me,” I whispered in his ear. And that was all he needed.
Without a second thought, he slid into me, hard and hot just like I had asked before he asked me to marry him. Pleasure rippled up my body, shiver-inducing and real. Animalistic almost as I cried out and dug my fingers into his back, certain I was leaving trails of pink down his back that would only make him smile. The pressure and the pleasure built inside of me, bringing me to the brink again as he moved, taking me like he had so many times before, but with a small difference. After my acceptance of his proposal, there was more love in these moments than ever before. Then it was too much, sending me spilling over into the abyss of the desire that rocked me down to my very core.
My body clenched around him, not letting go as I arched my back and moaned, McGrady quickly following me as he finished and collapsed on top of me with labored breathing. I held him against me as his heart raced in pace with my own, becoming one just like our souls and our bodies. Even after everything that had happened recently I could still smile, thinking of the man that I would soon enough be bound to on every level that you could be bound.
“I love you,” I whispered into his ear.
He pushed himself up onto his shoulders and swept my hair away from my sweaty forehead as he looked down at me, those amber eyes penetrating me so deep I felt like I was falling.
“Ah loove ye so much.”
I closed my eyes, my spent body attempting to pull me down into sleep despite my racing heart and the adrenaline still moving through my heated veins. I forced them open to see understanding in his eyes as fatigue set in, his muscles relaxing around me as he held me underneath him.
“Efter this is awll oor we have a weddin’ tae plan, but fur noo jist sleep. I’ll be hur when ye wake up. Alwes hur.” He caressed my hair and lay down beside me, pulling me into his chest and wrapping me in the cocoon of warmth there waiting for me.
Chapter 17
The next evening I was standing in McGrady’s bathroom, Agent Stephenson at my side attempting to attach the wire underneath the little black dress I knew I should wear just to keep Richards interested in the evening once he saw I wasn’t as exciting as he thought I was. Not because I wanted his attention, but because I didn’t want him to notice the people monitoring us from outside when he would look out there. The more I could keep his attention on me the better. Granted, the evidence from beyond the veil that I had uncovered was enough evidence by the Initiative’s standards to put him away, but I wanted more. I wanted him on record somehow, and McGrady had already made me promise to wear the wire, which I would’ve done anyways.
I stood facing the wide-open bathroom door in my bra and underwear with Stephenson bent over in front of me, finding a perfect place for the wire in between my breasts down at the meeting point between the cups. She stood up and studied her work, placing one final piece of tape on the line running down my belly and trying to avoid the few remaining raw spots.
“Damn, am I good or what?” she beamed, her hands on her hips and chest out with pride in the work she had accomplished. “Okay, so this is how it’s going down,” she started, but I held up a hand to interrupt her for just a moment.
“Slow down, sparky. Give me a minute,” I said as I turned toward the mirror and gripped the counter looking in the mirror to attempt to slow my heart beat down with slow and even breaths. My blue eyes were framed with black eyeliner and a wisp of black eye shadow with brazen red lips, popping away from my pale skin.
“Are you alright?” Stephenson asked, placing a hand on my bare shoulder.
I pushed out another breath through pursed lips and answered, “I guess I have no choice but to be, right? This is really the only way to get to him at this point. He’s been badgering me for so long, and I hate him so much I guess it’s a relief that he’s the villain.”
Stephenson smirked, “Besides the fact that he’s a politician?”
“Besides that,” I affirmed. My eyes never left my reflection as Stephenson turned away from me and toward the shower rod where my dress was hanging after I had steamed it to get any wrinkles out.
My shoes were sitting by my feet, a pair of black pumps that I had never convinced myself to actually wear despite the fact that I had bought them for McGrady’s hungry eyes at one point or another. He loved how heels made my legs look, but I couldn’t make myself put them on because of the discomfort they caused. I was a boot kind of girl and always had been, and it wasn’t going to change. Well, it would be for however long this would take tonight, and I was hoping it wouldn’t take long at all. I turned toward her and placed my feet into the shoes, rising up at least another three inches from my original five foot five-inch frame. Stephenson helped me into the dress as not to snag the wire and adjusted where needed to make sure it couldn’t be seen or even felt considering we had a feeling Richards would attempt to get touchy. She truly was a miracle worker.
“Perfect,” she said as she smiled again.
McGrady appeared in the doorway; his eyes moving down and then up as he took in my appearance. I heard his breath hitch as not only desire crossed his features, but also fear of what could happen to me in the presence of Richards even though there would those just outside to keep me as safe as possible. But those someones would be Stephenson and McGrady along with only one or two more agents the FBI could spare for a supernatural case, sending them from Quantico as quickly as they possibly could. I spread my arms out and twirled, grinning weakly at him because this wasn’t for him. The dress reached mid-calf, dipping just at my sternum and tying behind my neck in a small bow as the remaining fabric of it trailed down my naked back.
“So, how do I look?” I asked him, knowing he would always tell me the truth. I felt like I was being put on display for Richards to entice him into a confession I knew he wouldn’t give.
“Ye look perfect. Aye perfect, loove.” His tone was soft and soothing. He looked to Stephenson, who was putting her supplies for the wire back into her bag, making as much noise as she possibly could to avoid seeming like she was listening to us. I couldn’t look at him, so I turned my eyes to the floor at my feet, wanting to shrink away into a dark corner to avoid that look in his eyes at that moment. “Stephenson, can ye give us a minute?”
“Yeah, sure,” she said as she picked up her large bag and shuffled out of the room. McGrady made room for her to maneuver out of the doorway and dow
n the hallway to the stairs where the other agents were waiting for their assignments.
I was confident that McGrady would want to remain as close as he could to where I was instead of outside in the van waiting for the shit to hit the fan, but who knew if Stephenson would allow that. She was in charge of this from an FBI standpoint, and they did have federal jurisdiction, but technically this was the Initiative’s case, and she was a consulting agent. McGrady smiled wide and came into the bathroom, standing just in front of me, reaching out and tracing my red lips with his fingertips.
“Ah loch this red on ye. Ye shood wear it moor aft,” he mused. “Ah hae somethin’ fur ye.”
“You do, huh?”
He reached back and pulled something out of his back pocket that he kept hidden in until his hand was out on front of me, opening it to show me a small red velvet box. I knew exactly what was inside of it.
“Ah wanted ye tae have this afair ye went in thur.” He opened the ring box, and a gorgeous diamond sparkled in the light with two rubies flanking each side.
“Oh my God,” I choked as my hand flew up to my chest over my jack-rabbiting heart. My hands were practically shaking even though he had already asked and I had answered. This just solidified the commitment we were making to each other, and I could barely hold myself together. After all, I was getting ready to go on a date with another man. Granted, it was to solve the rash of murders that were threatening my entire world, but still.
“It was mah mother’s. Aam sure th’ both oov ye wear th’ samr ring size.” He took a deep breath in and held it, speaking as if he was reminiscing on his parent’s marriage before she fell ill. “He proposed while they whur walkin’ alang th’ Achnahaird beach, an’ she wair it until th’ day she died e’en though mah father becam distant.” He pulled it from the box and set the box on the counter next to us, taking my hand and sliding it onto my ring finger on my left hand as his hands shook. “When Ah decided tae ask ye tae marry me, Ah knoo Ah wanted tae give it tae ye.”
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