“Thank you,” she whispered against his cheek, kissing above his beard.
He couldn’t help himself. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her closer.
Her kiss lingered, her breath floating over his ear.
He returned the kiss to her cheek, savoring her curvy body pressed against his. “You’re welcome.” He should let go, get back to work. But he held her longer, breathing in her rosy scent. She didn’t pull away either; just let him envelop her in his arms. She was so soft, so responsive to his touch. A long moment passed before he released her.
He turned away. Because he didn’t trust his hands to behave. “I’m going to check a few things on the computer real quick.”
He had to put distance between them. He didn’t know why she’d dressed the way she did, but damn if it didn’t make him as hard as a rock. Showing off her curves made him want to strip that dress off her body and explore every blessed curve God gave her.
While she prepped lunch, he perused the online game, Dark Inferno, that Monroe had connected with the cartel…hoping something would jump out at him to connect the dots. Lynée hadn’t been kidding; there were so many contacts, so many drops made in only a few months. The amount of money involved was staggering.
She called him to the table for lunch. Thank the heavens above because his stomach growled loudly, easily heard from the kitchen.
She giggled. “I hope I made enough.”
The workout this morning really built up my appetite.
He looked at his plate. Two sandwiches, a bowl of potato soup, apple slices, a pickle spear, and a tall glass of milk. This woman knew how to tame the beast.
He sent her a wink. “This should hold me.”
They ate in amiable silence. She sat across from him, her back to the window with the sunlight streaming in around her hair. He finally asked the question burning on his mind. “Bell, why are you all dressed up? Don’t get me wrong, you look amazing. It’s just unexpected.”
She swirled the spoon around her soup and smoothed her lips together. She spoke so softly, he barely heard her say, “I thought you would like it.”
“You thought—” He was speechless. His words from the prior day replayed in his mind. To pleasure her with his mouth. He leaned on his elbow closer to her and pulled her soft hand to his lips. He kissed her palm and watched her face.
Her eyelids fluttered closed. He kissed the inside of her wrist, the rose scent intensifying. “Bell, do you want what I offered yesterday?”
She swallowed again and could barely meet his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I can’t hear you.”
She met his gaze straight on. “Yes, I want that. I want all of it.” She set down her spoon. “Please.”
Fuck me!
He stared at her, weighing his options, which weren’t many. He kissed her palm again and lowered himself to his knees. He pulled her chair out to face him.
She gasped but didn’t stop him. He stroked his hands up and down her thighs, moving her legs to make room for him to shuffle between them.
His hands reached up to cup her cheeks, running a thumb over her bottom lip. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her full lips. He slid her hips closer to him on the chair. Bringing the junction of her thighs flush up against him.
“Oh,” she called out in surprise.
“Bell, I would love nothing more than to give you what you want.” He tilted his head and kissed her harder, claiming her mouth with his tongue and savoring the taste of her.
Her arms draped around his neck.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood.
Her voice was breathless. “You carry me like I weigh nothing more than those flowers.”
“You’re prettier than the flowers.”
He carried her to her bedroom and set her down by the bed, caressing her arms down to her wrists. Her skin was like silk and the color of fresh cream. He reached down, gathering her dress slowly to pull it off.
She stood before him in a baby pink satin bra and panties. Like a second skin, with thin straps that barely looked like they were there. Her cleavage called to him, beckoning him forward to massage them.
I’m a goner! “Bell, you are so beautiful.” He lowered his lips to her neck, kissing her neck down to her clavicle. “You are men’s fantasy.”
Her breath grew louder. Her hands came around his shoulders, lightly holding him as he worshipped her body.
He teased her gorgeous nipples peaked beneath her bra. He had to taste them. He snaked an arm behind her and unclipped her bra, watching her face for any sign of hesitation.
She simply watched him, her eyes growing a deeper emerald.
The garment fell to the ground, along with his jaw. Those breasts were the most perfect set he’d ever laid eyes on. The rosy nipples were hardened into tiny nubs. He captured them with his large hands, taking one pointed nipple into his mouth.
Her hands dug into his shoulders, and she pressed her chest forward.
“I’m going to enjoy watching you take all the pleasure I can give, Bell. Lay on the bed.”
She pulled the comforter back and crawled to the center.
He whipped off his T-shirt and jeans and quickly fished out a condom from his back pocket. His dick felt some relief, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
This gorgeous woman, his Tinkerbell, lay before him wearing nothing but panties, asking him to make her feel good. To make her climax like she never had before.
Hands straddling her, he hovered over her, kissing her perfect full lips.
She opened and let him feast. Her mouth was made to tempt and tease a man, and he only hoped he might see how much more. But not now. This time was all about her.
His kisses traveled to her breasts, savoring their sumptuous weight and taste. Soft and plump, flushed and fleshy, all for him.
She writhed under his sucking and nibbling, and the gentle smell of her started to fill the air.
He traveled further south, admiring her belly button and sweet skin, then licking the edge of her lacy panties.
With his gaze on her face, he gripped the sides of the garment and dragged them down.
She lifted her hips, her mouth gaping. Her chest rose and fell faster, and her cheeks were as pink as cherry blossoms.
He glided a finger over her mons, the strawberry blonde curls trimmed short.
She moaned when his finger slid down between her lips. Already dripping for him.
He kissed her belly, her thighs, and finally, her perfect pussy. So sweet, almost buttery that melted in his mouth. He growled at his first taste of her. God, she was like honey, and he was fucking hungry.
“Jace,” she moaned. Her hands gripped his head.
His tongue licked, laved, and roamed, taking in all of her. Relishing every inch. He returned to her hard clit, pressing and massaging with a flat tongue.
With barely any warning, she cried out her orgasm. Her clit pulsed under his tongue, and a surge of sweet nectar rewarded his efforts.
He wasn’t nearly done. He laid an arm over her belly while his mouth continued its relentless assault. Slowly, he inserted a finger, turning and twisting.
She bucked more against the mattress, mewling as he focused on bringing her to another climax. He added a second finger, stroking her core, feeling her muscles contract around him. He loved how incredibly responsive she was to his touch.
“Jace,” she called out, riding the waves of another explosion.
His dick screamed for a release, her mewls and moans like a carnal aphrodisiac. He couldn’t wait any longer. He rose, licked his lips, and lowered his boxer briefs.
Lynée’s eyes rounded. “Oh, Jace. I don’t think my body can take that.”
He sheathed himself and lowered over her, his hands cupping her face. “I’ll go slow, baby, I promise.”
She nodded, and he kissed her precious mouth, anxious to fill her completely.
“Now, roll over, my Bell.”
She did, and his hands instant
ly went to her glorious, round ass. He kissed and licked each globe like he might never get the chance again. Then he pushed one bent leg to the side, opening her to him. He crawled up behind her, brushing his left leg against hers.
He kissed below her ear. “Bell, I’m going—”
“Say my name,” she cooed.
“Lynée. Sweet Lynée…” He licked the shell of her ear. He aligned his cock at her entrance. “We’ll start slow, then when your body is used to me, we’ll go faster. When you say the word, I’m going to fuck you harder than any other man has.”
Her body shivered in his hands, and she nodded.
He slowly pushed inside. Her heat was so intense, wrapping around his dick like a fist. He could feel every inch of her warm wet channel. The pulsing throughout his body escalated. “Fuck, you are so tight.”
She moaned long and low as he pushed another few inches inside her recesses.
“How is that, baby?” His voice was strained.
“Yes…oh, yes, more.”
He laced his fingers with hers, pressing into the mattress as he pumped into her delicious pussy, in and out, slowly picking up rhythm. Each time he plunged in, he went farther. Stretching her, molding her to his cock. “Lynée,” his breath labored, “you feel incredible. I could fuck you all day.”
Her pussy muscles clenched around him until he was finally seated deep inside her. He paused a moment for fear of blowing his wad any second.
After he composed himself, he pushed in again. His tough skin gliding over creamy, soft skin was enough to make him shudder, even through a condom.
Her full, round ass lifted slightly to his thrusts.
He picked up speed, feeling confident she’d adjusted to his size. He moved his hands to her hips, gripping on tight to control the tempo.
“Harder, Jace. Please.”
Fuck me! When they started, he didn’t know if she’d ever reach this point, where she’d ask for it harder, like a greedy sex kitten. But he’d hoped for it. Now she’d said the word—harder—and it was like opening a quarter horse's starting gate.
He pumped, his balls slapping against her clit as he pistoned into her core. He prayed she was close again, he didn’t have much time.
The beginning contractions of her orgasm gripped his cock and pulled him in. He arched back and thrust again.
She screamed out just as he released his climax, and he came seemingly without end. His nuts drew up so hard, an insane torrent of ecstasy rushed through his body. He continued pumping into her until the wave was over, and his body couldn’t hold up his own weight.
He collapsed over her, both of them panting.
“Oh my gosh, Jace.”
He lifted slightly. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay. That was incredible.”
It was. But why? He’d been with a lot of women. Tall, stacked, voluptuous women, and in the same position. Somehow, he couldn’t remember any of them right now. Nor did he want to. Lynée had erased them from his memory. She was the cream of the crop.
Lynée lay on her side, opening her eyes to the sunshine of a new day. Focus took longer since she’d slept in her contacts.
Jace spooning her with warmth from behind. His breathing even and deep.
She gently moved to her back, appreciating the soreness from deep inside. How long had it been since her body felt so used, so worshiped? Maybe never.
Jace had shifted to his back, his face so serene, still asleep. The man took up most of her queen-sized bed. She scanned his body, his powerful chest, his ridged abs, and those long, talented fingers. His tattoos shifted as his chest rose and fell so peacefully.
Do they have any meaning?
The sheet covered the lower half of his body, and she wondered how he could stay warm in the winter uncovered like that.
The events of the prior night replayed in her head. The way Jace had kissed her, touched her, licked her—how could sex be so incredible? She’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d given her.
Her heart rate picked up, imagining what he looked like under the sheet.
She bit on her lip. She couldn’t. She shouldn’t.
Darn it!
Gripping the covers at her neck with one hand, she gently lifted the sheet to reveal a hip, but not enough to wake him.
She raised them a bit more, revealing dark curls and the top of his beautiful cock.
Oh my.
Was it her imagination, or was it growing?
He groaned. She froze.
“Bell, unless you're ready for round five, you might want to stop now.” His deep voice rasped with sleep.
Lynée quickly brought her hands together at her chest. She flushed at the idea of another round with him but also knew they couldn’t. She was too sore.
“Uh, good morning.”
He opened his eyes. “Good morning to you, Miss Insatiable.”
“I’m not. Maybe just a little curious.” Her voice dipped.
He grinned. “Bell, I heard you scream with every orgasm. I felt your pussy contract every time I said ‘fuck.’ You begged for more.”
She gasped. “No.”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “And it was the most glorious thing I’ve ever heard. The best I’ve ever felt.”
Oh no. Was he right? Did she like dirty talk? Her body clearly did. As much as she didn’t want to admit it.
Moisture gathered at the apex of her thighs.
Change the subject.
“Why do you always call me Bell?”
He shifted to his side and ran a fingertip over her lips. “Your lips. Remind me of Tinkerbell. Their perfect, adorable shape.”
She blinked. She’d never really thought about it.
“Does it bother you?”
“No.” If she was completely honest with herself…“I like you saying my name. The nickname, too.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his stare full of tenderness. “You’re so unassuming, so honest and beautiful.” He paused and gave her a quick peck on the mouth, then threw back the covers. “I better put some clothes on, or we’ll never get out of this bed.” He headed for the bathroom.
She watched his tight, round ass walk away and hide behind the closed door.
She exhaled, warmth flooding her cheeks. He was right. Just talking to him, being close, remembering everything she’d experienced the last night, made her want more.
But holy Moses, she missed her best friend something awful. If she could help Jace, she could get Skye back. Of course, that would mean Jace would leave, but she simply couldn’t think about that now.
She slipped out of bed and slid on her robe. Time for coffee, breakfast, and more research. I need my friend back and my life back to normal.
* * *
Jace returned to the computer after a delicious evening delight.
Damn. A lot can change in a week.
He was in her bed the prior night. Her gorgeous body, all that smooth skin, naked and his for the taking. And fuck, did he take. He couldn’t get enough of her. He was like a horny teenager.
Where the fuck did this come from?
Sitting there, reading a file of all the DEA login ID’s who’d entered the system last October, and he couldn’t focus for shit. He wanted Lynée again.
But he’d had his taste. He gave her an unforgettable night like he’d promised. Now he needed to leave her alone. She didn’t belong to him. This incredible woman needed someone just as giving, with morals up the kazoo. She needed a gentle man, not a brute. All of her dreams deserved to come true, including children and a place to call home.
He shifted on the sofa, punching the back cushions, trying to get comfortable.
Ah fuck!
He picked up the cell phone resting on the table. He knew who to call that may have answers.
“Who are you calling?” Lynée called from the kitchen.
“Reed.”
Her eyes widened. “Can I talk to Skye?”
Shit! How could he say
no to that face?
Monroe answered on the second ring.
“Ivy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Reed, do you happen to recall what level of administrators can edit logged files on the system? Do you know who grants those access levels?”
After a short conversation about it—with little insight from Monroe—he gave in to his scattered brain and looked at Lynée. Practically bouncing on her toes.
* * *
Jace handed her the phone. Finally.
“Skye, oh my gosh. I miss you.”
“Lynnie, I miss you too. How are you?” Her voice sounded so happy.
“Wait, you first.”
“We’re fine. I’ve learned I’m very good at Monopoly.”
“Cheater,” she heard Reed in the background.
Skye laughed.
“You sound good.”
“We are. Some days we’re bored, but I’m so glad to be here with Reed. Aside from having to hide out, I am so insanely happy, I can’t tell you. How are things with Jace? Is he making you crazy?”
Lynée discreetly took her coat off the hook, slipped it on, and ducked out the back door. “Well, um, good. Really good.”
“Oh, I’m happy to hear that. I’m surprised. The way you two were at each other’s throats when you dropped us off, I expected you’d have tied his balls in knots by now.”
Lynée chuckled, but secretly the thought of touching Jace’s balls…Oh, dear. “The thing is, he’s been, well, really nice.”
Her bestie paused. “Nice? That’s good.”
She could no doubt sense Lynée had more to tell. But why was it so difficult? Why couldn’t she just blurt it out? Jace and I had sex.
“Care to expound on that?” Skye nudged.
Through the window, Jace was washing his hands at the kitchen sink. Coast was clear for girl talk. “Gosh, Skye, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He told me I deserved a man who worships me. Then he offered to help me feel good, to just say the word.”
She gasped. “No?”
“Yes. Skye, he bent me over the counter and his fingers…” Her body clenched in pleasure at the memory. “Wow.”
“Holy crap, Lynnie. Good for you.”
“And last night,” she wrapped her arm across her chest, as if trying to hold in the bliss, “we had sex.”
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