Emotions jumped through her like a basketball through a hoop, or a river running wild in her blood. One moment annoyance assaulted her, the next she indulged in unbridled fantasy. The following second she cried and allowed Mac Tudor of all people to press her against his chest and comfort her.
The very idea he hadn’t experienced a good bout of sex in some time…well, it turned her on.
She’d done it all right. She’d gone around the bend for the last time.
Destiny Tremayne, Maneater agent, found her heart softening for this large, gorgeous man.
He cupped her face with one hand and his hot, gentle palm made tingles of desire swirl low in her stomach.
His fingers slid into the hair at the back of her neck. “And I still think you care about me at least a little.”
“Fud-pucker.”
He laughed. “Is that all the better you can do?”
“Well, I could have said confound it.”
He laughed again, and she savored his enjoyment. “For such a spunky agent, you’re damned quirky. One minute you’re cursing like a man, the next like an old maid.”
“You can shove—”
“Yep. One of the quirkiest, most talented, most gorgeous, most arrogant agents I’ve had the fortune of working with.”
“Don’t try and flatter me.”
“Too late. I just did.”
“Fuck you, Mac,” she said mildly.
“Gladly.”
Too late Destiny realized she hadn’t helped her predicament. On the contrary, she saw the towel over his loins now possessed a new and interesting shape to it. From the way the fabric tented, it was obvious he sported a sizable erection.
Big. Thick.
Toe-curling attraction cracked and sizzled around them like a stallion ready to break loose, held by a thin lead.
“Sexual harassment,” she said in last desperation.
“Even before we went on this assignment, even before we danced at the Christmas party last year, I felt something between us. I could see it in your eyes every time you looked at me.”
She moved in his arms again, but he tightened his grip. She inhaled sharply as rolling arousal poured deep into her belly. “What are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing.” He moved his palm down to her hip, close to her butt, searching and exploring. “This is such a sweet ass. I can’t wait to get my—”
“Mac Tudor, you just got run off the road and plowed over by an avalanche, we’ve got an assignment to accomplish, and all you can think about is sex?”
“Yeah,” he said huskily, his eyes blazing with male anticipation. “Hasn’t that ever happened to you on assignment before?” His hand coasted up her back. “An almost uncontrollable need for a hard fuck?”
Forbidden excitement made her face fill with heat. “No.” Close on the heels of that emotion was undeniable curiosity. “Are you saying you’ve had brushes with death and then wanted sex?” A lump formed in her throat. She shouldn’t ask. “Did you? I mean…have you had sex while on assignment?”
A grin, filled to the brim with male satisfaction, crossed his lips and then made his eyes sparkle. “I thought you didn’t care less?”
She did want to hate him, but this pull towards Mac felt so profound she almost lost hope of resisting. Maybe, just maybe, if she had sex with him, she could eliminate this driving need to be near him and make love.
“I do detest you. Thoroughly. Unequivocally. Indubitably.”
He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes. “Death by adverb. Someone please help me.”
This time she laughed as new wellbeing made her think twice about her constant need to do verbal battle.
Goaded beyond restraint, she slipped deeper into his embrace. “This playacting for the sake of those people out there is going to kill me.”
“I know, but do it for your country.”
She almost growled. “You are so full of it, Mac.”
“And you will be, if you don’t stop moving around.”
Again her body ached, spurred on by the sexual heat pouring off of him.
His arms tightened around Destiny, bringing her against hard, hot male muscles. His tone lowered. “I’ve got to touch you or go mad.”
The length of his body along hers made Destiny’s brain short-circuit. The way he looked at her, with almost teasing admiration in his eyes, added to the mayhem in her senses. Her breathing quickened and her heartbeat rose.
As he had in the infirmary, he tilted her chin up and brushed over her mouth with a feather-light kiss. She softened in his arms, her body no longer a pillar of nervous energy. Again his lips plied hers, then molded and tasted. Deep hunger mixed with tender yearning until she hungered to know how Mac’s cock would feel buried in her wet sex. She ached to be filled, and screaming craving pounded inside her with each new breath. Hard and whole and alive, his body would fulfill everything she wanted sexually.
The revelation pissed her off, and yet she couldn’t deny it.
She saw a promise in his eyes, emotions raw and penetrating.
“I’ve never seen you so…so…passionate,” she said.
“This isn’t the half of it. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Felt like what?”
“Like I wanted to caress and hold and taste and fuck a woman for hours on end.”
Heat blazed in her face at the erotic roughness of his words. “My God, Mac.”
“Yeah, Tremayne?” He grinned. “What do you want? Any way you want it, I’ll give it to you.”
“A man’s never talked to me like this.”
“Then they must have been insane. How could a man not talk to you like this?”
He tipped her backwards onto the bed and they lay on their sides.
As his mouth took her and their tongues mated, his hands started a travelogue that drove her needs higher and higher. He parted her thighs so he could nestle between them. Mac dipped so that his cock brushed against her clit. He stirred his hips into a pumping, writhing motion that pressed against that spot again and again. One brush. Two. With each touch her requirement grew, heightening into a primal need she’d never experienced with such intensity. Her cunt tightened and released. She could feel her vaginal walls swelling, preparing for the first thrust.
At the mere thought of his body moving hard and fast inside her, Destiny almost tore her mouth from his and demanded he take her. Screaming arousal swept her up like a tornado. She wanted, needed, had to have him.
She moaned into his mouth as he kept the motion going. Sensation splintered through her as she circled her hips, not caring about anything other than orgasm. Small, agonized groans, needy and desperate, slipped from her mouth to his as Mac’s tongue continued to fuck her mouth.
When he finally released her, it was to rasp, “Do you want more? Do you want to know how I plan to fuck you?”
She was tired of denying her hunger. “Oh, yes.”
“Mmmm….I knew there was a way past all that ice. You need to know what a man’s going to do to you. You need to imagine it in your heart and mind. You like to fantasize.”
She gasped as he kissed her earlobe. “How did you know—”
Mortified, she cut herself off.
His tongue lingered at her neck, tasting with sample kisses that said he meant business. “I know you’ve wanted me for a long time. And now you’re going to have me. All of me.”
The arrogance in his voice implied she could enjoy several inches of him. She stiffened a moment. “Listen here—”
He stuck his tongue in her ear. “I know. Fuck me.”
“Oh, God.”
“I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to burst right now. But I want to be buried inside you when I come.” His whisper was harsh and ragged. “But first there’s so much I want to do to you. I’m going to taste your nipples, suck them until you scream.”
As the images ran through her, unbearable arousal darted into her belly, a famine almost beyond compare.
“This is going to be…” His lips grazed hers again as his voice took on a silk sheets and sex tone, “…agonizing.”
His mouth staked a claim. Warm and searching, he kissed her with a power that made her gasp. Again his hands latched onto her butt, pressing her against his hips and showing Destiny how much he wanted her. As his tongue plunged deep and seduced hers with a continual thrust, she clutched at his shoulders, giddy with longing.
Exploring, she caressed his shoulders, tracing the smoothness of his skin stretched over incredible musculature. Her hands searched, desperate to feel. Her fingers pulled his towel off his butt. He gasped and moaned into her mouth as she caressed him with enjoyment. Her other hand joined the fun and soon she cupped him with both hands.
He tore his mouth from hers and grinned down at her. “Are you trying to get this towel off of me, Special Agent?”
“Oh, please, yes,” she whispered.
He dove in for another kiss, his chuckle smothered. Ravenous, she tasted his lips and tongue, loving his mint flavor. She breathed deeply, enjoying his freshly showered scent. Each brush of skin against skin escalated until she felt nothing, thought nothing but getting him inside her as quickly as possible.
He released her for a moment. Triumph existed in the slumberous quality in his eyes, but so did a knee-weakening tenderness.
He reached for her sweater and gently urged her to remove it. Eager to feel his touch on naked skin, she complied. He didn’t even have to ask or press for her to remove her bra. She drew it off and tossed it aside. Part of her brain, the kick-butt agent with attitude, watched from the sidelines and berated her. The purely sexual being inside Destiny sought to know him regardless of consequences.
“Oh, darlin’, please let me see them.” His husky request made her nipples harden even more. “They’re so beautiful.”
His gaze zeroed in on her breasts with hunger blazing in those dark irises. He lay down beside her and cupped her left breast. Exquisite pleasure darted through her captured flesh. Plumping her breast, he massaged it with slow deliberation. His skin felt the slightest bit callused, and added friction made new sensations bombard her.
With a muffled groan, he homed in on her other breast and flicked his tongue over the nipple.
“Mac,” she gasped.
His warm, sensuous laugh held triumph and admiration. “You’re so sweet. Like candy.”
With warm, slow licks, he savored her. As he licked and sucked, he thumbed and plucked the other nipple. Each pass of his tongue over her flesh, long and massaging, sent more shards of splintering pleasure to grow inside her whole body. More than the steady motion of his tongue and the torturous way he strummed her other nipple, his attention made her wish for an elusive completion trembling out of reach.
When he enveloped one nipple in his hot mouth and sucked, she arched against him and let a sigh of incredible pleasure leave her throat.
Mac tortured her breasts as he concentrated on long, agonizingly slow laps of his tongue over one nipple, then alternated with another deep, hard sucking. Each nipple tingled, the warmth and pulling sensation almost more than she could take. When she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, he switched places and treated the other breast to the same luxurious attention again and again. His mouth latched onto her nipple, and he gave a growl of pure male beast. He allowed her nipple to slide from his mouth, but he captured it with his teeth in a gentle imprisonment. With quick flicks his tongue darted over the sweet, excited flesh. Mac hummed in apparent satisfaction as she shivered and gasped.
The sound called to primal needs within her. It was too much. Her body wanted his attention, yet the friction of skin over skin teased and tickled and inflamed all at once.
“Mac, please.”
“Mmm…”
Her heart ached with desires she couldn’t recall having before, with a longing to show this man what he’d asked for. Her real self. She’d locked away those needs for so long, it seemed she’d never release them to the world again. Emotional want mixed with physical until she thought she’d go insane.
“Oh, God,” he growled against her breast and took her nipple into his mouth for what seemed the millionth time.
Tingling built in her cunt. The sensation slammed her with a wild rush, a stomach-clenching tide drawing her up and over.
Destiny came with a strangled cry against his mouth. Orgasm filled her center and burst with sweet beginnings promising so much more for later. He twisted his hips against her again.
Again.
Mac swallowed her wild cry as the orgasm didn’t stop, rolling and rolling like a heavy tide that knew no beginning or end. Her head dropped back as she gasped for breath and lingering shudders passed through her body.
His lips skimmed her neck. “Oh, yeah. That was sweet.”
Her body still ached, knowing the orgasm she’d enjoyed couldn’t compare to what she’d feel once Mac drove his cock inside her.
Before she could even become coherent, he untied her boots and slipped them off. Seconds later he peeled her leggings down, kissing patches of skin as he went. She shivered, driven mad by the methodical loving.
“So pretty,” he whispered as he came to the soft, dark hair covering her wet folds.
Without preliminaries, he pressed kisses into the area above her clit. He smiled and looked up at her. With quick yanks he pulled leggings and panties off her body completely. He grinned. “I’d love to suck you through these panties, but I can’t take it any longer. I’ve got to get my tongue inside you.”
His rough, heated words set her off. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she would scream and never stop.
Seconds later he pulled her to the edge of the bed and parted her thighs wide. Her knees tilted skyward and her feet planted on the bed to give him total access.
She craned her neck to look at him, her self-consciousness picking this minute to rear its head. When she saw his smile and the rapt expression in his eyes, she laid back and sighed.
“Oh, this is beautiful,” he said.
He dove in, his tongue finding her folds and tracing them with the softest touch. She jerked at the fantastic sensation as his wet, hot tongue swept over slick, hot, aroused flesh. Licking with a beat of gentle, then fast, he varied his strokes over her sensitive skin. Her sighs of satisfaction echoed with his moans of enjoyment as he indulged. Seconds stretched into minutes as he tasted and indulged.
As added torture, he flicked his tongue over her clit, then thrust his tongue inside her cunt, and started the procedure all over again. A taste of her tingling clit, then a dip deep inside her burning channel. Over and over he turned her toward madness with the confidence of his touches, the never-ending possession of his tongue as he played her like a fine-tuned instrument. Her breathy moans escalated as the pleasures piled one upon the other. Deep inside her womb she felt a tightening, an overwhelming desire to come and come hard.
Destiny shivered as the sensual persecution never ended, building deep in her body with the promise of an orgasm so mind-splitting she would never recover.
With slow deliberation he slid two fingers deep into her. She gasped and writhed in his grip. “Mac. Oh, God. Please.”
“All right?” His rasped the question, husky with arousal.
“All right? I’ve never…this is…”
She gasped again as he slid his fingers in and out, then stayed buried deep inside her for a moment. Seconds later he rubbed, barely moving his fingers.
She shuddered and a sob of amazement left her throat. He gently parted the folds over her clit with his other hand and targeted the nubbin of slick flesh with lightning quick sweeps of his tongue.
It was too much. She thrashed a little, a squeal parting her lips as the pressure built.
“That’s it,” he whispered against her clit, then took it into his mouth and did the one thing she’d been hoping for. He sucked.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Her chant escalated and she grabbed his head and dug her fingers into his ha
ir. “Oh, please.”
Incoherent with desire, she moved against the nonstop stimulation of his fingers dipping in and out of her cunt, and the building ecstasy caused by his lips and tongue.
Orgasm slammed her with more force than the avalanche they experienced earlier. With a groan of startled ecstasy, she arched against his mouth, her body shivering as her vision wavered. She closed her eyes and savored each pulse as her clit throbbed and a splintering joy pulsated in her body. Her fingers and toes tingled, her muscles went ridged. A wave of heat surged up through her body and into her face.
She wailed as his fingers continued to stroke her walls and his mouth sucked relentlessly.
When she came down, her entire body relaxed. Stunned, pleasured beyond coherence, and even a little shy now that he’d seen her lose control, she opened her eyes.
Instead of the ego-driven smile of a triumphant male on his lips, Mac smiled tenderly, gently. Almost as if he could love her…wanted to please her again and again…
A scream echoed through the hallway, causing her to flinch and Mac to tighten his grip on her thighs.
“What the hell?” he asked, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Uncharacteristic fear oozed through her. “Sounded like a woman.”
Another agonized scream, this time farther away, echoed through the building. It seemed to bounce and build, then recede like the scream of a female in terrible pain.
“Shit,” Mac said.
“You can say that again.”
When he lurched to his feet his towel dropped away. Dark hair encircled a raging hard-on so thick and long her mouth watered. Her gaze fixated and held, stimulated and astounded by the sight of so much delicious male on display. When she dared to look into his eyes, she saw an answering fire within them. He knew she liked what she saw, and she could spot the sexual fervor still battering at his defenses.
Another scream rent the air.
Chapter Six
Destiny and Mac jumped into their clothes and shoes and located their weapons.
“I’ll go first,” Mac said as he opened the doorway, weapon drawn.
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