by Lora Leigh
She wanted to taste him, to own him. To control all that hard strength and dominance for just a moment. To feel the hunger and the need that she knew he couldn’t deny when held in that intimate caress.
Finally the metal snap released, allowing her to work the zipper over the thick length.
Wickedly hot, the heavy flesh met her touch, sending trails of heated sensation to whip across her nerve endings.
Her nipples ached, felt too tight, too sensitive. Her clit throbbed in agony and her vagina clenched with emptiness. Need sizzled over her flesh, making her body ultrasensitive, receptive to even the slightest touch, aching for it, as she felt his hand slide into her hair and clench the heavy curls.
Fiery pleasure-pain whipped through her scalp. Heated need tore through her, striking at her clit, at her pussy, and causing her hips to jerk against the hard contour of the thigh suddenly pressing against her clit as she slid her hand lower and cupped the taut sac drawn tight against the base of his cock. Wicked, carnal, Tehya whimpered with the hunger to taste every part of him.
“Damn.” His lips jerked from hers as he stared down at her, his expression savagely hewn, reflecting the power and possessive heat of his lust.
“Take what you want, baby,” he dared her, as the grip on her hair tightened and he began to draw her down his body. The feel of his hands in her hair, the strength and dominance sent a sensual weakness flooding her body.
She became intoxicated. Rage, pain, and fear disintegrated beneath the freedom to kiss, to caress the hard contours of his chest. The hard flat disc of his nipple that elicited a groan from him and his fingers tightening to tug erotically at her hair, pulling her down his body. Her tongue darted out to flick against the hard abs flexing beneath her lips and tongue as the wild male taste of his flesh exploded against her taste buds.
His response was instantaneous. His grip tightened in her hair as a harsh groan rumbled in his chest. The response sent a spike of anticipation racing through her.
“Ah, sweet Tehya,” he moaned, his voice rasping. “Damn, baby, I love that hot little tongue.”
Kissing, licking, stroking, she went even lower, slowly going to her knees as she attempted to wrap her fingers around the too wide flesh of his cock. Flushed, dark, silk over heat-infused iron, the heavy shaft throbbed beneath her fingers.
Enclosing it in her hand wasn’t happening, but still, she stroked and caressed the heated flesh as she allowed her tongue to reach out and flick against the damp, engorged head.
“Hell, yes.” The broken sound of his voice only made her hotter, made the act sexier. “Suck it, Tehya. Suck my dick, baby.”
His hips pressed forward, the flared crest pressing against her lips, pushing between them, as she sucked it slowly, teasingly into her mouth.
* * *
Staring down at her, Jordan fought to hold back the overwhelming hunger to push her to the floor and just fuck her. Never had he known a need for a woman as he did for this one. She was like a flame burning inside him, the conflagration spilling from her, into his veins, across his nerve endings, and burning straight to his soul.
As those sweet, pouty lips parted, stretching around the width of his cock, he felt pure lust explode through his balls, tightening them further. Carnal, blistering in its heat, feverish hunger struck his senses. It had been too long since he’d had her, too long since the pleasure he’d only found with this woman had torn through his senses.
His fingers tightened in her hair, a convulsive, almost involuntary movement, as he filled both hands with the fiery curls. Holding her head in place, he controlled the impalement of her lush lips. Watching her take him so intimately, with such pleasure and hunger, spiked the dominance that raged through him.
Needs that he normally had complete control over went haywire the moment he touched her. The moment she touched him. Nothing mattered but the pleasure that raged between them and the burning heat they shared. He watched as her cheeks hollowed, her face flushed, and pleasure tightened the muscles of his thighs painfully.
Damp heat enclosed his cock head as her nimble little tongue swirled around the tip of the engorged head of his cock, before moving beneath to rub against the exquisitely sensitive spot located there.
Staring down at her enraptured expression, he held her head in place, his hips shifting, moving slow and easy as he fucked her swollen lips, barely holding back a snarl caused by the near violent ecstasy rushing through him.
Son of a bitch, it was so fucking good. Addictive. Pure hot lust licking over his flesh. Her mouth was like damp fire, searing his flesh, shredding his self-control. Pleasure tore through his system, laying waste to any precautions he could have taken to remain emotionally distant from her let alone controlling the addictive need for her touch.
She was his weakness, it was something he had sensed she would be for years. The one woman he couldn’t walk away from or bear losing. She was his pleasure, his pain, and if he didn’t fuck her, soon, then she would be the death of him.
Tehya wanted to protest as she felt Jordan’s hands gripping her shoulders, drawing her to her feet. Her lips parted to speak, but at the same time his hands moved to her jeans, strong fingers releasing the metal buttons that held them on her hips.
Her gaze jerked downward, her attention suddenly held by the fact that she was being undressed. That Jordan was undressing her. For some reason the thought of it was powerfully arousing.
“Get those sneakers off,” he demanded, his expression hard as he stared up at her from where he crouched in front of her.
She toed off her shoes, her breathing heavy and labored as she felt her body preparing for more, begging for more. Her pussy ached, her clit rasping against her panties as her hips shifted.
Within seconds, he had her naked, standing before him, flushed, her body silently begging for his touch.
Staring at her swollen breasts, he drew his shirt from his powerful shoulders, the heavy muscles moving erratically with his breath.
As he leaned against the side of the couch, he removed his boots, then shed his jeans before straightening, his hard fingers gripping the base of his cock.
“I’ve never been so damned hard in my life,” he groaned as he moved to her, his hand gripping her hip as the other cupped her cheek.
His head lowered, his lips brushing against hers. A deep male groan filled the air and the kiss became deeper, causing a heavy fatigue to invade her limbs as her thighs clenched in response to the surging ache between them.
“Sweet baby,” he whispered as he eased her back.
The edge of the chair pressed against the back of her legs.
“Sit down for me, Tehya.”
God, it was so damned sexy. Wicked.
She eased into the chair, the soft, expensive leather cushioning her as he knelt in front of her and spread her legs.
“Come here,” he said gripping her hips and easing her forward until her hips rested on the edge of the chair, giving him easy access to her.
His lips pressed to her thighs, first one, then the other. His tongue licked against her flesh, heating her further as her clit throbbed and seemed to become more swollen.
“Stop teasing me!” The harsh cry was thick, desperation echoing through it, as his fingers trailed fire to the bare folds of her pussy.
“I’m not teasing, sweetheart,” he assured her. “I definitely intend to deliver.”
His hand pressed beneath her thigh, lifting it until her leg folded over his shoulder.
Tehya’s breath caught. Pleasure lashed through her system with the power of a whip, striking against her swollen, sensitive clit and causing her hips to jerk involuntarily.
Heated and damp, his tongue flicked over the tiny bundle of nerves as she felt his fingers slowly rim the clenched entrance to her pussy.
Her fingers tunneled into his hair, gripping the strands as she strained closer, her lashes drifting closed while shattering waves of sensation washed through her body. She felt drugged by the sens
ations, pulled into a dazed state of sensory overload that she needed to leave.
“There, baby, just lay back there and let me have you.” His free hand slid up her torso, callused fingertips finding the hard tip of a nipple and gripping it in an erotic vise.
A convulsive wave of electric pleasure tore through her, her body jerking with the extremity of it. Her pussy tightened and clenched, her juices weeping from the entrance as his fingers slid in, rasping against the delicate inner muscles as he caressed nerve endings grown ultra sensitive.
His tongue licked, probed, and caressed her clit as pleasure built in a burning arc that threatened to consume her.
Her nails dug into his scalp as she tried to get closer to the burning caress of his tongue circling her swollen clit.
The slow, measured strokes of his fingers fucking inside her pussy had deep, desperate cries rising in her chest as she thrust up to meet his fingers. She fought to gain a deeper, harder thrust inside her clenched vagina, a firmer, hotter pressure against her clit.
“Jordan, please.” The whispered need was rife was desperation as lips eased from her swollen flesh while his fingers slide from the tight grip of her pussy.
Her lashes lifted, watching in dazed anticipation as Jordan gripped the heavy weight of his cock and rose between her thighs.
The thick head pressed against the folds as his lips moved to the tender tips of her breasts. The combined sensations rocking and exploding through her with rapid-fire percussion.
As he sucked the tight tip into his mouth, his hips pressed forward, his cock stretching, working its way into the snug sensitive depths of her pussy.
“Ah hell. Tight. God, Tehya, you’re so fucking tight.” His lips pressed to the curve of her breast as he fought to breathe, to drag enough oxygen into his body to beat back the light-headed, drugging effects of the pleasure tearing through him.
He could feel her, the snug tissue rippling over his flesh, milking his cock drawing him in as he felt perspiration bead along his spine.
“Jordan!” The whispered cry stroked his senses like a physical stroke of ecstasy. Desperation filled her tone, the rising need for release in it matching the flex and hungry strokes of her pussy over his cock head as he worked slowly inside her.
A final lick to her nipple and he lifted his head, watching the hungry glow coming from beneath her lowered lashes.
Her neck arched, her hips flexed upward, her fingers digging into his shoulders as a whimper left her lips.
“Fuck me, Jordan,” she whispered as those dark, emerald-green eyes lit with an inner fire and glowed up at him, hungry demand flashing in their depths.
The wickedly sensual demand lit a fuse to his lust and sent a powerful, overwhelming wave of hunger tearing through him.
He’d waited too long. The knowledge of that was only a distant thought. He’d suffered this damned hard-on through the night and all fucking day. The hunger had torn at his guts, and now he’d waited too long to take her.
A hard, involuntary thrust of his cock buried him inside the gripping depths of her pussy as feminine muscles clenched tight and hot with urgent demand.
Fiery and erotically slick. Control was forgotten, and nothing but the race to ecstasy remained.
Tehya felt her back arch at the forceful, dominant thrust of his cock inside her. Flames tore through her vagina, raced around her clit, and through her system as Jordan began thrusting inside her.
The powerful arcs of sensation were explosive, detonating through her as the exquisite pleasure-pain began to erupt through her pussy.
“God. Tehya.” His voice was a harsh, guttural cry, as it rasped over her senses, spurred her pleasure higher and hotter.
She strained against him, her breathing hard, the feel of his chest hair prickling her nipples, his lips slanted over hers, his tongue licking, probing, his cock stretching and burning her inner muscles.
It was building. Flares of heat, surges of electric, agonizing pleasure. Her clit was a living flame, each stroke of his pelvis against her driving spikes of pure white-hot sensation through her womb.
Her entire body pulsed and throbbed.
The feel of his erection, thick and heavy, forging its way into her pussy.
Waves of rapture began to surge.
She gasped for breath, her eyes flaring open, widening to stare up at Jordan in dazed, ecstatic euphoria. Convulsive, destructive, her orgasm began in the pit of her belly, tightening and blazing out of control as she felt the first, furious explosion of release.
Her pussy contracted on the shuttling flesh between her thighs. A rivulet of perspiration ease down his temple, his expression sharpening to savage angles.
The first agonizing surge of release slammed through her. She felt Jordan thrust in hard, deep. Throbbing, pulsing, his cock exploded inside her, shuddering through his body. Her vision dimmed, her breath stilling inside her lungs before a low, wild whimper escaped her throat.
Deep spurts of semen were triggers to her extended release. It seemed never-ending, each shuddering pulse of ecstasy tearing through her, tossing her into brutal waves of elation.
Her head thrashed against the back of the chair. Her nails dug into his arms, and she swore that had to be her trying to scream.
Or was she actually screaming?
No, she couldn’t have, she wouldn’t have.
That wasn’t her voice crying hoarsely “Oh God, Jordan, I love you…”
No.
She wasn’t that insane.
CHAPTER 7
Long minutes later, lying in her bed, her back to his chest, his arms wrapped around her as she felt the slow steady beat of his heart against her back, Tehya realized she didn’t want to risk this. “This” being the sated languor she couldn’t shake off.
It sank through her, glowed inside her, and warmed her with a heat so comforting she didn’t want to move.
It was this.
The physical satisfaction, the emotional upheaval, the sense of finally being where she belonged. Held in Jordan’s arms. It was a complete and total sense of inner committment.
She must have managed to keep the insanity of her emotions inside her during her release. Jordan hadn’t mentioned a lapse. He hadn’t advised her against loving him or expecting him to stick around once the mission was over. He wasn’t lecturing her on illusion, adrenaline-inspired emotions or any other subject guaranteed to ruin this incredible moment.
Perhaps the declaration of love had been a silent one. She could only pray it was, because she would be damned if she wanted to face one of Jordan’s all-knowing, love-is-an-illusion dissertations.
He had simply picked her up and carried her to bed where he now lay close to her, the warmth of his body wrapping around her.
One muscular calf pressed between hers, his forearm lay against her stomach, his chin rested atop her head. Intimacy wrapped around them and infused every breath.
She felt wrapped in security, safe and settled.
It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced even when she bought her first home, or her business. Never in her life had she known this feeling, though it seemed she had ached for it most of her life.
It was a feeling of almost complete peace. It would have been complete if not for the knowledge that once she was safe again, he would ride off into the sunset.
Wasn’t that what the white knight always did?
There was always someone else to save wasn’t there? She wasn’t the only damsel in distress in the world.
“You’re not sleeping.” There was a lazy, relaxed quality to his voice. A sense of male satiation that sent a surge of feminine pride racing through her.
But sensual pride, intimacy, or a hidden love couldn’t sustain her. Reality washed it away quickly enough as she remembered exactly how they had ended up here, and the argument that had spurred that kiss.
Dominating, domineering, and arrogant. He had made his plans and he was determined to follow at least one of them. Unfortunately, all of them
involved the same family.
Her family.
“Why are you involving the Taite family?” she finally asked, rather than facing the emotions tearing through her or a feeling she knew she couldn’t hold on to.
His arm moved, his fingers caressing across her stomach before coming to rest against the top of her thigh.
The physical caress sent waves of warmth washing through her. A warmth that invited her to lie back and bask in the aftermath.
“For several reasons,” he finally said quietly. “One being the fact that the two men who checked into your death in Afghanistan are watching Stephen Taite. Someone is obviously waiting on something where you and your family are concerned and reporting to someone. The best way to get a response is to give them something to report.”
“Someone really knows I’m alive, then and that I’m Francine Taite’s daughter,” she whispered painfully. “Nothing lasts forever, does it?”
“Some things do,” he said with a sigh. “Unfortunately, this didn’t.”
Tehya licked her lips. The nervous energy surging inside her should have been enough to force her out of his arms. Instead, she was still lying there, still trying to make sense of what she should do versus what she wanted to do. And how she was going to handle the fact that she was no longer as safe as she thought she was.
“I won’t reveal myself to them,” she stated, fighting back her tears knowing she couldn’t bear to face them or to endanger them. “This has to be done without their knowledge. It’s too late for me to go back, Jordan. It’s too late to be a part of a family that’s doing fine without me.”
Jordan remained quiet behind her. Her eyes closed, pain twisting inside her at the fear that it was what he had planned. That his intentions all along had been to bring Tehya together with her family.
He might not love her, but Tehya knew he cared for her. Years before, he had suggested that she go to her family, that she let them know she was alive. She’d refused then, and she wouldn’t change her mind now.