Winter Warriors

by Denise A. Agnew

  To be held. Told everything would be all right. To throw Mac Tudor down on the bed and fuck him senseless.

  Craving stirred in her lower stomach, teasing her with a promise. The hedonistic sensation gave her a surge of vigor, something she shouldn’t have while a genetic twist stood on the other side of the door hoping to make them into a snack.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. But even if I wasn’t, there isn’t anything we could do about it right now, is there?”

  Deep concern entered in his eyes. He reached for her arm and clasped it in both hands as he examined the tear in her sweater sleeve. “A nice bruise. Looks almost like you hit the corner of something. There’s a little blood.”

  “It’s fine.”

  Piercing and direct, his gaze homed in on her and held Destiny fast with condemnation. “You’re just damned lucky you didn’t break your neck.”

  “And? Your point is?”

  He continued to glare, looking for all the world like the biggest bug on the planet had migrated up his ass. “Sit down on the bed.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it, please.”

  With a heavy sigh she headed for the bed and sat down. He stood in front of her as his fingers examined her skull. She realized she’d lost the tie-back for her ponytail a long time ago, and now her hair tumbled about her shoulders in an unruly mass.

  As Mac stood so near, she savored the comfort of his closeness, and she longed to touch the muscled stomach and waist so close to her. What would he do if she lifted his sweater and kissed his hard sinew? Would he moan in protest or in ecstasy?

  His fingers continued to search through her hair and the movement became subtle, welcome torture.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. “Now is not the time to start restyling my hair, Mac.”

  “I’m checking for a fracture.”

  “If I had a fracture, I’d think I would know about it already, don’t you?”

  “Not necessarily.”

  As visualization of Jordan’s tortured and deformed face pushed other thoughts aside for the moment, and a shiver wracked Destiny’s frame.

  His fingers slid down to her shoulders and began a slow kneading. “Cold?”

  She moaned softly at the wonderful massage. “A little.” His fingers found a knot of muscle and worked it. Destiny’s mouth twitched in a wicked smile. “How do you suggest we stay warm, secret agent man?”

  His voice lowered. “I can think of several ways.”

  “Oh?”

  “Methods designed to generate plenty of warmth.”

  The insinuation in his voice left little to misinterpret, but she kept on the safe side. She shrugged, and he released her shoulders. “Did I hear anger in your voice earlier?”

  “Yeah.”

  “At me?”

  “In part.”

  “Why?”

  “I wanted to keep you safe, and with you running amok down here, I couldn’t do that.”

  “Mac, I’m not your responsibility. I’m an adult and an agent for the United States Government.”

  “I realize that. But I still wanted to grab you and shake some sense into you. You risked your life down here with Jordan. She could have turned into the monster at any time while you were with her.”

  “She could have killed me, Mac. She didn’t.” Before he could respond she said, “Who says I need more sense? Quinton? Or is that just something you made up as you went along? Don’t insult me.”

  “I’m not insulting you. I’m saying that you—that I—” He turned away for a moment, cramming his hand through his hair and growling in obvious frustration. “Ah, hell.”

  The delicacy of male communication wasn’t lost on her. “What about you and me?”

  “We’re complicated.”

  “This whole situation, to put it lightly, has gone to titsville.”

  “Titsville?”

  “Made it up just now.” She paused before continuing. “There isn’t anything you can do about what happened. The only thing you can do is mold the future.”

  He swung back to her. “What if the future is now? What if this is all we’ve got?”

  He stared at Destiny for so long she thought he wouldn’t confess, least of all say words she longed to hear. She wanted a proclamation that said he cared about her in more than just a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of way.

  “What’s eating you, Mac? What do you want?”

  Mac’s gaze centered on her, full of hope and longing. “You.”

  Happiness forced away lingering fear and fanned throughout her body, laying claim to her heart. Irresistible desire surged like a thunderstorm, crackling like the electricity arcing between them. Need demanded to be assuaged and the urgency inside Destiny alarmed her on some level. She’d always controlled desire before, but not this time. She didn’t care about the monster outside anymore. Everything broke down to this moment, this time with this man and the overwhelming drive to make love. Not just once. Not just twice.

  As many times as she could in short order.

  Hunger crossed his features. A pure primal male desire. “You know and I know we’re attracted to each other, Destiny.”

  Fear arose in Destiny, one born of uncertainty. “Spell it all out.”

  “We’re here, closed up together, and I can’t take this anymore. What’s going on between us is superheated. I’ve never felt anything like it before. During that Christmas party last year, after I finally got you in my arms, I discovered what I feel for you is strong.” His gaze softened a little, banking the desire simmering in his eyes. “Since the day I met you I’ve wanted you. I was dying to get my hands all over you, and when we danced, I lost control.”

  How could she forget his whispered words in her ear, the shocking confession she hadn’t expected.

  I want you, Destiny, he’d whispered on the dance floor.

  “I was a damned fool for coming on so strong, but there’s something about you. It makes me insane.” His gaze went from a man in the throes of arousal, to gentle regard. “And since this assignment seems to be going to hell in a hand-basket fast, I’ve got another confession to make. This isn’t just sex.”

  Ah, the magic words. Her heart seemed to sigh with satisfaction.

  “What is it?” she asked a little breathlessly.

  “I’m caught in this medical supply room with a monster on the other side of the door. Now is not the time to be thinking about pushing you up against the wall and having a wall-banger. But right now that’s all I can think about. That, and I care about you deeply.”

  Her lips parted in an astonished grin of pleasure.

  He pressed onward. “Then there’s the side of me that wants to protect you. The thought of anything happening to you drives me nuts with worry.”

  “Mac, I’m not going to play weakling female to you now or ever. You can’t protect me.”

  “I can try.”

  “We’re on equal footing in our jobs.”

  “I understand that. One of the things I’ve always admired about you is your skill and resilience. You’re tougher than many of the men I know.”

  “All this time I thought maybe you hated me.”

  “Would I have wanted to have sex with you if I hated you?”

  She shrugged. “It’s happened before between men and women.”

  He smiled wryly. “Not with me.”

  Silence hung between them in the half-dark room before she said, “What do you think has been running around in my mind all this time?” She held her hands out with palms up. “The first time you kissed me in the conference room, I never expected anything like what I felt.”

  “What did you feel?”

  Confession time, girl. Time to give up the ghost. “I was surprised and amazed and aroused out of my skull.”

  A satisfied male grin came over his mouth. “Oh, yeah?”

  Okay, here it comes. Take a deep breath and tell him. Just tell him.

  “You’ve got me wr
apped up in knots, and I think I’m…” His eyes held the eagerness of a puppy, begging for an answer. It made him so hopelessly adorable she couldn’t stand it. “I’m falling for you, Mac.”

  Her heart expanded and ached as his admiring gaze turned furnace hot. “I like the sound of that.”

  “But that doesn’t mean you can boss me around.”

  He smiled. “Damn, I was hoping it did.”

  “You’ve got a piece of my heart whether you like it or not, secret agent man.” She stood up and walked toward him. She tapped his chest with her index finger and smiled. “Get used to it, boy.”

  A new inferno entered his eyes, this time one part anger and one part desire. “Boy?” He reached down and cupped his cock and balls. “I’ve got your boy right here.”

  His in-your-face attitude did the opposite of what she expected. Instead of her being offended, a rush of lightning-quick desire washed over her body and simmered between her legs. He removed his hand from his cock, but it pressed against his jeans in a way that couldn’t be camouflaged.

  Just that quick. That easy.

  She could run from their dance of desire, and from the melting sensation snaking through her stomach down to her sex. Instead, she allowed the knowledge to slide over her, thick and without mercy. She wanted him.

  Shaken by the yearning rippling through her, she smiled weakly. “I never did get to ride your boy, did I?”

  His expression grew fierce as super-hot longing blazed into life. “We were interrupted.” He took her hand and placed it, without so much as a by-your-leave, right over his jeans-clad cock. “There’s nothing to stop us now.”

  Chapter Ten

  Destiny buried her face in his shoulder, unable to take the admiration and wanting she saw in his eyes. His arm went around her. “This is crazy, Mac.”

  His breath brushed over her hair. “I know.”

  A plea framed his voice, a bring-me-to-my-knees feeling she couldn’t resist. Pent- up longing threatened to burst, and when it did, she wanted him inside her. In her hand. In her mouth. In the aching channel of her wet slit.

  Destiny’s fingers contracted on his cock and his breath hitched. She allowed her fingers to move with a soft, exploratory touch she hoped would tease him into exploding. The man needed a serious meltdown, if the size of his cock gave any indication. Gentle and with growing excitement, she stroked the contours of his body. Every motion taught her more about him. She lingered with agonizing slowness over the long, thickening length. Downward she smoothed over his raging hard-on to the plump sacs below. She cupped and rubbed and squeezed gently. When he grunted, she reached between his thighs and rubbed against his perineum area. He twitched, his indrawn breath hissing between his teeth. She loved the control she had over him right now, his abandon under her touch.

  A moan tore from his throat. “No more. I can’t take it.”

  He tilted her chin up and brought his mouth down on hers. All subtly lost, he tasted her ravenously, his tongue plunging inside to tangle with hers. The relentless movement plunged deep into her womb, a pulsing, rapid spiral toward no return.

  He jerked back, his chest rising and falling against hers as he tried to catch his breath. “Mmm…” He reached for her hand and pulled it away from his crotch. He brought her fingers up and pressed them to his chest. “Watch that grip, babe. You trying to yank it off?”

  She gave him a teasing grin. “I’m trying to get you off.”

  “Oh, God. Please do.”

  With that statement she felt him lose control, and she went with him, unwilling to wait for the end of this mission…for the end of anything.

  Mac felt her stroke like a fire in his gut as she slid down his body. Her hands pressed first into his chest muscles, as if memorizing every curve. Then she slipped her hands down to his thighs as she went down on her knees in front of him.

  She caressed his legs, her hands exploring through denim as her eyes glowed with obvious enjoyment. “So hard.”

  Her words, soft yet rough with desire, made the ache in his groin build. She worked at his waistband furiously, opening the button fly. Without preliminaries she jerked his jeans over his ass and took his plain blue briefs down with them.

  His cock sprang loose from its confines, and her eyes widened. “Wow. Look at you.”

  He did as told, his jaw tight as he slipped his fingers into her hair. His hard-on stood straight up and a little ways from his body and he felt every pulse as he tightened and hardened to bursting point.

  When she reached out to touch him, her stroke feather soft, his breath hitched inward. Exquisite and gentle, her fingers brushed over the head of his cock as if she wanted to cherish him. For the first time in his life he felt an ache in his soul. He wanted her for his own, and not just for a few minutes, but maybe for a lifetime. The idea should have scared him, but he couldn’t think of anything on earth that sounded better.

  “I don’t think I can stand it. I want you so much.” The shimmer of tears in her eyes surprised him, and he cupped her face in an attempt to soothe her. “God, I’m sorry. This is going too fast.”

  She shook her head. Among her tears lay nuclear-force temperature. “No, it isn’t. I need you inside me, too. But I want to give you this, first. Let me taste you.”

  Flushed with his excitement, his cock stood at attention. The big head, stretched to the max, asked for her exploration. With a quick lick, she passed her tongue over the tip.

  “Holy shit,” he gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair again.

  When she slipped her mouth over him like a scabbard over sword, his inward breath sounded agonized to his own ears. She started with a slow sucking, a deep pulling. Her fingers fastened around the base of his cock and as her lips and tongue slipped up and down, her hand followed the motion. A strangled sound came from his throat as gut-wrenching pleasure shot through his cock and tightened his balls. He couldn’t take much more of this.

  No matter what happened from this point forward, he would remember this time with Destiny forever. He wanted her in his arms for as long as he could have her, expressing his feelings with each touch, each kiss, each thrust as he buried his cock deep inside her furnace-hot softness.

  Her tongue flicked against him as her hand glided upward along his cock and her mouth retreated. Sucking and sliding, her mouth slicked over him as she pumped with her fist. Down, down she covered him. Up, up, she withdrew. Sweet, wet slickness covered him in corporeal agony. His hips started to thrust, fucking her mouth in desperation. He wondered if any man on earth ever felt as good as he did at this moment, without a care in the world other than having the biggest orgasm he’d experienced in his life.

  He reached for it, died for it. Wanted the ecstasy with a driving force that promised heaven on the other side.

  Mac’s breathing turned rough. Who needed oxygen when Destiny’s carnal tongue and mouth drove him to within inches of insanity?

  As her hand moved upward again and her pace quickened, he let go. A guttural sound left his throat as she encompassed his cock with her mouth one last time.

  He burst.

  Destiny witnessed the bliss crossing his features a second before his entire body shook and a groan of pure male enjoyment left his lips. His head dropped back as one blast of cum, then another, and another spurted into her mouth. She pumped him through the orgasm, accepting each blast of male essence into her willing mouth. She swallowed, taking him into her system with a stunned realization she’d never let a man climax in her mouth before.

  To her satisfaction and amazement, his cock stayed hard, and she ached with anticipation. As he sagged at little, she realized the drive inside her heightened to a frenzied proportion.

  As she stood, she slipped her arms around his neck.

  “Make me come,” she said quietly, a plea in her voice.

  The wicked grin on his face said it all. “Anything you want.”

  He kissed her.

  If anyone had asked her what this moment with M
ac would be like, she never would have guessed. Maybe she would have said he would be fast, furious, and unrestrained. But she never could have imagined the tenderness, or force of desire. All her senses pinpointed down to a drugging, sensuality-induced dizziness sweeping her away.

  Every movement of fabric against her sensitive nipples brought painful delight, her breasts tingling. Each brush of his mouth against hers increased the storm. His touch lingered as he cupped her back, her hips, and the sides of her thighs. As they moved restlessly, fabric shifted and stirred. The rustle of their clothing added to her heightened needs, a new aphrodisiac. Hunger slid fire-hot into her sex, igniting fuel that begged to be burned. She was determined. Once his cock was wedged inside her, she would fuck him so hard he would never want another woman as long as he lived.

  Then another thought squealed in the back of her mind, a caution she couldn’t ignore. “I hope this closet has some condoms.”

  “They’re over there.” His head tilted backwards by way of pointing. “I’ll get them.”

  After he hitched his pants over his ass so he could walk, he wandered toward the shelves. He rummaged among some shelves and returned with a huge box.

  He ripped it open and pulled out a bunch. “Let’s see how many of these we can use.”

  “One would be good for starters.”

  He shook his head, his eyes fever-bright. “At least three.”

  “Three?” she almost squeaked.

  “Oh, yeah, honey. I’m so hot right now I could fuck for hours.”

  Hours. A flush moved up her body. A man had never made love to her for hours. The idea of doing it long and hard over and over again made her entire body flush.

  “Wow. We’re really doing this. We’re about to hump like beasts,” she said.

  Mac walked her backwards until she felt the back of her legs hit the bed. “Oh, believe it.” After he urged her to lie back, he pulled his sweater over his head. Next he took off his boots and stripped off his pants and underwear. He came down next to her. “We’re definitely doing it.”

  She moved against him, testing and exploring his naked shoulders and chest with sheer enjoyment. The man was built like a god, plain and simple.