by Lora Leigh
Her nipples were harder, he swore they were. Hell, they were standing there having a serious discussion while their bodies were straining for sex.
It would have been amusing if the situation weren’t so damned life-threatening.
“Why the hell do you think Kira pulled you into the Ops, Tey?” he asked her with curiosity, fury beginning to boil inside him. “Do you think it was because she simply liked your pretty face or your charming personality?”
She glared back at him irritably. “I appreciated the help,” she ground out. “I appreciated the period of peace. Kira knows that.”
But he recognized that flash of fear in her eyes. Tehya knew damned well and good that she had been on the verge of losing the battle she was fighting against whoever had targeted her after Sorrel’s death. Just as she had been losing the battle against Sorrel before she killed him and his son.
It wasn’t fear for him, or the team she had been a part of, that had her protesting their involvement though.
“You’re more scared of this fire between us burning us alive than you are of dying,” he said as he placed his hands on the bar and faced her confidently. He knew exactly why she’d rather face her past then have him face it with her.
His dick was throbbing beneath his jeans with an intensity that threatened his self-control more than anything ever had before. The need to taste her, to feel her pussy, so damned hot and tight, wrapped around his cock, was making him crazy.
He’d lain beside her in that bed last night, pretending to be asleep as he listened to her toss and turn for hours. Sleep had been long and slow in coming, and even then, the thought of fucking her had filled his dreams.
He couldn’t be with Tehya without wanting her, without the hunger clawing at his guts. And he knew it was worse for her. The illusion of love trapped the senses, the emotions, and infused woman’s sexuality like nothing else could.
“I’m not the one scared of it,” she all but sneered back at him. “And I’m not the one that regretted the one night we did spend together if you recall. That was you, Jordan.”
Yeah, he had regretted the hell out of it because he’d known that forgetting her would be next to impossible. It had been worse than he had imagined it could be. Sleep was impossible most nights; something as insignificant as a breeze reminded him of her touch. The heat of a summer sun, the warmth of a Texas rainfall. No matter where he turned, memories of Tehya haunted him.
“Did it hurt you, Tehya?” he asked carefully. “When morning came and you knew it couldn’t go anywhere, that it was just that one night, did it hurt?”
Her lips tightened. “Not in the least, Jordan. You should have told me just how easy it would be to walk away. I would have left sooner.”
The little liar. He almost grinned thinking of the lie that slipped so easily past her lips but didn’t quite make it to her eyes.
“I spent six years trying to convince you what a bastard I am.” He straightened as he stared back at her. “Hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted do, because you mattered Tehya. Because you hadn’t yet figured out that love is the greatest illusion of them all, and I didn’t want to be the one to teach you that lesson.”
He knew the man he was, and he knew the woman she was. Breaking her heart had broken a part of him that he still didn’t recognize.
“I don’t need you to teach me anything,” she informed him, her eyes narrowing on him. “And I won’t give you the chance to prove anything, new. So you’re wasting your breath and your time. Go find one of your bimbos, they might appreciate your efforts. I don’t.”
A dare. It was the one thing she obviously hadn’t learned while she worked with him. Never dare him. He was too close to her, too aware of the fact that if he gave her an inch then she had the inner strength to attempt to take a mile and more.
“Oh Tey, there’s so much I could teach you though,” he crooned, watching her face flush, those beautiful dark green eyes flickering with a surge of hunger at the sound of his voice.
Moving around the bar, he locked his gaze on hers as he neared her. He’d decided now was as good a time as any to show her exactly how wrong she was. Until this was over, illusion or not, she was his woman and she would be his lover. And by God, he’d dare anyone to try to take her from him
Tehya felt her heart racing, a weakness filling her womb as she backed up, edging into the corner of the L-shaped counter as Jordan stalked toward her.
He didn’t move quickly. Eyes narrowed, his muscular body tall and broad, tense and predatory, he focused on her with an expression tight with lust. He came up to her, trapping her against the counter, his hips pressing against hers, the hardened length of his cock shockingly thick and hard beneath the denim he wore.
“What do you think this is going to prove?” She heard the weakness in her voice, the catch of breath, the hunger, and she hated it.
All he had to do was touch her. She was such a glutton for punishment that it didn’t even matter that she knew he would never stick around, that she knew he thought she wasn’t good enough for a relationship or to love. When he touched her, it didn’t matter that the only reason he was back was because of responsibility and duty. All that mattered was that he was touching her. That he was there, that she would have one more moment of pleasure at his hands.
“I think it’s going to prove that we both know we can’t fight it as long as we’re involved in this together,” he whispered as his head lowered, his lips feathering along her ear. “Fighting it was easier when we had a mountain to hide in, wasn’t it, darlin’?”
She drew in a hard, ragged breath. “I wasn’t the one fighting it, though, was I, Jordan?”
She had longed for his touch, ached for it. For nine months she had dreamed of it.
“No, you weren’t.” His lips caressed her jaw, the rasp of the dark growth of beard sending shards of sensation racing through her nerve endings. “And now, I just fucking don’t have the strength to save us both.”
A gasp barely escaped as he jerked her to him, his lips suddenly covering hers, slanting over them and pulling her headlong into a maelstrom of wicked sensation and fiery hunger.
One hand cupped her neck, his callused fingers holding her in place as his lips stroked, rubbed against hers, parted them and allowed his tongue to lick against hers as though he wanted nothing more than to taste her.
A whimpering, desperate little moan vibrated in her throat as she buried her hands in his hair. Pleasure sliced through her senses, enfolding her in sensation as Jordan’s arm folded around her hips and he lifted her onto the counter. The position was wickedly carnal, and infused with dominant, possessive intent.
Hunger blazed through her as his hands lowered to drag her legs apart, situating himself between them. The hard ridge of his cock ground against her sex as her juices began to dampen the silk of her panties. Her clit swelled and ached, as her fingers plunged buried deeper into his hair to hold him to her. And she began to pray that he wouldn’t stop, that he wouldn’t pull away. That he would give her just one more memory to hold onto.
“Don’t stop.” Desperation filled her as he broke the kiss, his lips moving to her neck before spreading a line of kisses to her collarbone. Her head arched back, languid pleasure flooded her body with each touch.
“Not hardly,” he bit out, his hands tugging at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up until he bared the tight, aching curves of her breasts. His gaze fell to her nipples, the hunger blazing in his gaze as Tehya stared back at him.
“Jordan.” She jerked against him as his hands framed her breasts, fingertips rasping against the tender, hardened tips of her nipples while his head lowered to them.
“Jordan. God yes. Like that. Suck my nipple like that.” Neck arching, damp heat surrounding the sensitive peak, Tehya arched closer as the explicit words fell from her lips. Words that had his mouth tugging tighter on the tender tip, his tongue lashing harder.
She stared down at him, shocked and torn by the sensation
s that were stronger and more powerful than they had been the first time. There had been pleasure with him before, but he had been restrained, more in control of himself. A control he didn’t have now, and didn’t bother to try to regain.
Staring down at him now, his blue eyes dark, wicked, as he watched her, his cheeks hollowed and he sucked at her nipple with such hungry demand that Tehya felt the lash of each stroke of his tongue straight to her pussy. The muscles there clenched painfully, spasming with an aching, burning need to be filled. To be fucked.
His tongue rolled and rubbed against the tender tip as each sizzling stroke struck straight to her womb, drawing a ragged moan from her lips. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and arched her hips closer to him, the heavy length of his erection beneath his jeans pressing heatedly into the tender mound of her pussy.
“There, darlin’,” he said, his head lifting as he kissed his way to the other sensitive nipple.
Tehya watched as he licked it first, priming it to pleasure. His tongue tipped against the hardened flesh, prodded at it, then licked over it with erotic hunger. Her breath caught as waves of heat rushed through her system. A second later, the rake of his teeth over the tender tip had her crying out again. Her hips arched, grinding against the heavy weight of his cock as it pressed over her pussy.
His lips parted and he devoured the nipple. Sucking, licking, he drew on it ravenously as his face flushed with hunger. Tehya fought to breathe as she felt the harsh, unyielding throb of need centered in the depths of her pussy. She felt the sharp shards of sensation that tore from her nipple to her clit as he drew on it, nipped and licked it. He made a sensual meal of the tender tip as she cried out in pleasure.
It burned through her nerve endings, through her senses. Each draw of his mouth over her nipple sent wicked lashes of sensation to clench at her womb, tightening it with violent pleasure.
“Damn, I missed you, Tey,” he groaned as his lips slid from her breast, kissing the curve, his tongue tasting it as his fingers moved to the snap of her shorts and released it with confident, knowing fingers.
“I dreamed of fucking you.” Guttural, rough, his voice, his wicked words stroked her senses as the zipper of her shorts slid down. The feel of him removing the shorts left her shuddering in anticipation. She could feel adrenaline sensitizing her further, making her hotter.
In all the dreams she had had of him in the past nine months, it hadn’t come close to this. Even that one night couldn’t compare to this, to the heat and the pleasure surrounding her.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, her breathing rough, as she watched his lips traveling down her stomach, his hands parting her thighs and nearing the lacy band of the white thong she wore with the short denim shorts.
She had meant to tease him a little, she admitted to herself. She had meant to arouse him, but she hadn’t expected this. A hunger burning her alive.
His lashes lifted, and he stared up at her and slowly removed her panties to bare the flushed, slick curves of her sex.
“I’ve dreamed of eating your sweet pussy,” he said explicitly. “That little taste I had before wasn’t enough, Tey.”
Little taste? He’d driven her crazy as he fucked her with his tongue
Her fingers fisted in the material of his shirt a second before he reached up and removed them. The T-shirt was pulled over his head, revealing his broad chest, the light furring of black curls over bronzed flesh. The sexy, soft mat of hair arrowed down his hard abdomen to disappear beneath of his jeans.
She swallowed tightly. “Don’t regret it later,” she whispered.
She didn’t know if she could bear it, if she could stand to see the regret in his eyes once he was finished. Didn’t know if she could bear to see him walk away as though it hadn’t mattered.
His eyes darkened further. “I didn’t regret it the first time, Tey,” he stated. “If there’s been anything in my life better than that night, then I don’t remember it.”
He could have fooled her. Her lips parted to refute that statement. She would have argued the point if he hadn’t chosen that moment to run his fingers over the swollen, heated curves of her pussy. Sensation tore through her. It zapped through her, clenched her room and had her pussy creaming further.
“Do you wax? You’re so soft here.” Approval and pleasure reflected in his voice.
A shudder worked up her spine as his touch sent flames licking around her clit. For the first time in her life there was no shame in the naturally bare flesh that glistened with her juices.
She shook her head. “It’s natural.”
She could see the surprise in his eyes. Surprise and hunger.
“As soft as a whisper.” His fingers stroked along the wet curves, sending the hungry burn deeper into the clenched hungry tissue of her pussy. “As sweet as sugar.” A finger parted the curves, eased through the thick juices then lifted.
Shocked, she watched as he brought his finger to his mouth, and tasted her with explicit pleasure. Brilliant blue eyes burned with lust, as he watched her, enjoyed her.
His expression tightened at the taste of her, his eyes darkening until they glowed a brilliant navy blue in his sun-darkened face.
The sexual intent of the act had her vagina clenching with a sudden tightness that nearly threw her into orgasm. Hard surges of sensation were like electric flames tearing through her body, sensitizing her to the point that every touch, every breath became ecstatic.
“Sweet Tehya, you make me drunk on you,” he groaned as she trembled, watching, waiting as his head lowered and his lips moved closer to the needy flesh awaiting his kiss.
She thought she was prepared for the touch of his lips, his tongue. “Please,” she whispered. “Now Jordan. Don’t tease.” But when his tongue licked through the seam of her pussy and flicked over her clit, a ragged cry tore from her lips. “Like this, sugar?” his tongue flicked over her clit, rasping it with a fiery rapturous stroke of pleasure.
“Jordan. Oh God, it’s so good,” she cried out, as lashing sensation seemed to attack every cell his tongue touched. “It’s so good. I need it, Jordan. I need more,” she was dying for him.
It was damp heat flaying her too sensitive flesh. It was a lash of fiery hunger that stormed through her senses with destructive heat. It was his tongue lapping at her, eating her with decadent pleasure.
His hands pushed her legs further apart, lifting her knees until he could prop her feet against the edge of the counter and bare more of her to his hungry tongue. His tongue flicked over her clit, around it, creating a storm of blazing sensation that washed through her body in waves of sexual intensity.
“Yes,” she moaned, unable to hold back the pleasure, or her vocal appreciation of it. “Jordan. I need you. I need you so bad.”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need, Tehya.” His fingers parted the folds a second before he laid an intimate, deep kiss to her clit.
The suckling pressure, the feel of his lips surrounding the tender bud, shocked her senses further. She couldn’t maintain her position. She sank back, lying along the counter, her fingers curling over the edge to allow her nails something to dig into.
She was so close to coming. She could feel it tightening it her clit with each lick, each suckling kiss. Heat washed through her body, flushing it, causing perspiration to build at her temples as she whimpered with the pleasure.
His lips lifted a second before the explosion could detonate.
“No!” The strangled wail tore from her as her hands reached out for him, locking in his hair as she fought to pull him back to her.
A rough male groan met the protest as she felt his fingers part her further, his tongue licking lower, flickering over the inner folds as his fingers began to circle and caress the opening to her vagina.
She needed him. She needed his tongue fucking her, his fingers. She needed every stroke of possessive heat he had to give impaling her.
She arched to him, desperately seeking that final touch that wo
uld send her flying over the edge of ecstasy.
“Sweet, Tehya,” he groaned. “I could get drunk on the taste of you, baby.”
His tongue moved lower, licking, laving, the tender flesh as her fingers tightened in his hair and fought to hold him in place. If he would just lick a little harder, just a little higher.
“Please,” she cried out, agonizing pleasure burning through her. “Give me your tongue, Jordan. Oh God, please fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue.”
His tongue sank inside the desperate, clenching depths of her pussy with a hard, hungry stroke.
“Jordan!” Breathless, pleasure screaming through her now, she shuddered beneath the caress. His tongue began licking at the ultrasensitive tissue inside her, drawing her juices to his tongue. He stoked a fire inside her that she couldn’t escape. Each impalement of his tongue, each hungry penetration parted her clenched muscles, revealing tender nerve endings, stroking a burning need that only rose with each penetration.
The battle Jordan fought as he tasted her, drew her to him, and felt the ripple of tender, internal muscles caressing his tongue, was one he knew he was losing. The battle to simply pleasure her. The battle to hold himself aloof had been lost before he even touched her.
He had meant to show her she couldn’t push him away, couldn’t force him out of her life when she needed him. Instead, he found himself spiraling completely out of control. He lost himself. But he was finding himself in the pleasure he could feel coming from her.
The heated, intimate sweetness flowing from her was intoxicating. He was a man possessed, so fucking starved for the taste of her that once it exploded against his tongue he lost the ability to pull back. To hold back.
His fingers tightened against her thighs, holding them apart as he fought to hold his caresses in check. And he was losing that battle as well. His tongue showed inside her, fucking her with deep, heated tastes of her snug little cunt.
Before he knew it he was drawing the sweet, slick essence of her pussy, dragging it lower, caressing and lubricating the tender entrance to her ass. It was a pleasure he had meant to ease her into. A pleasure he couldn’t resist giving her.