She pushed onto her elbows. “I—”
He spread her legs apart. Sensual pink flesh stared back at him. Saxon leaned forward and kissed his way down her stomach. His fingers found her sex first, sliding over those slick folds—and she was wonderfully slick. Creamy and hot, driving him in-freaking-sane. He pushed two fingers inside of her. Tight. She was going to feel incredible around his dick. But first…
Her moans needed to turn into screams.
He withdrew his fingers, pushed them in again, and, this time, his thumb slid right over her clit.
Elizabeth nearly shot off the bed.
A nice start…let’s do more.
His knees hit the floor, and he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. Saxon turned his head, and he kissed her thigh. Her skin was silky soft. So soft everywhere. And when he touched her, he forgot all about the hell he’d lived through as an undercover agent. He only thought about her.
He put his mouth on her clit.
“Saxon!” Her fingers sank into his hair and her hips surged up against him.
He held tight to his control, and he explored every inch of her sex. Licking. Kissing. Caressing with his tongue and his fingers. She was going wild against him, shuddering and gasping, but still not screaming.
He pushed his tongue into her sex.
Her whole body tensed.
He blew lightly over her clit. Stroked her again. Again.
“Saxon!” She screamed and she came, and he didn’t stop. He kept licking her and caressing her because he loved the way she trembled against him. Loved the way her sex quivered and she grew even more slick for him.
Her thighs trembled around him, and, with one more lick right over her clit, Saxon rose from the floor. Her legs were still spread, her nipples still tight, but now her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes glittered up at him.
He yanked up his shirt. Tossed it aside. His hands went to the snap of his jeans.
Elizabeth started to close her legs. She reached for the bed covers.
“Don’t.” A guttural demand. “I like you that way.” With her taste on his tongue and the marks from his mouth on her skin. He kicked his shoes away and then finished stripping. He yanked a condom out of the small chest near his bed. Fuck, yes, he believed in being prepared. He’d never brought another woman out to this cabin before, but he knew better than to take chances.
His cock was fully extended. The head already glistened when he shoved the condom on. “I’m going to be rough,” Saxon warned her. Because he’d used the last of his control.
Her eyes were on him. Wide. She licked her lips. “I can be rough, too.”
His control shattered. In the next instant, he was on her. One more second, and he was in her. He drove as deep as he could go, shoving his dick into her tight sex and it was—
Too good.
Saxon stilled. She was a hot heaven around him, and when he stared into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, he saw her desire for him burning bright.
“Saxon, move.” Her nails raked down on his back. “Keep going—give me everything you have.”
He withdrew. Thrust. Slammed into her again and again, but he wanted more, too. He caught her legs and lifted them over his shoulders so that he could go into her even deeper. Each thrust of his body sent his shaft sliding right over her sensitive core, and he felt her jerk beneath him.
For an instant, Saxon stilled, afraid that he’d hurt her. Afraid that he’d been too—
Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Stop now, and I will hurt you so much,” she promised, her voice a dream of sex and temptation.
So he kept thrusting. Kept driving into her tight sex, and when she came, he felt her inner muscles contract around him even as she screamed for him once more.
It was a real good thing his cabin was isolated…
He surged into her. Again. Again—
Then he was the one to bellow because the release was that fucking good. Good enough to gut him. Good enough to make every muscle in his body shake.
Good enough to tell him…
I must have more.
Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak.
“That was…” She smiled. “Can we go again?”
Fuck, yes.
***
In the last twenty-four hours, five men had died…men all connected to Elizabeth Ward.
Victor paced in front of the Moontree motel. None of those five men had exactly been amateurs when it came to the criminal underworld. Yet they’d been taken out with brutal efficiency.
Why?
He ran a hand over his face. “I think we’re looking at this all wrong,” he told Tracy.
“Then how do we need to look at it?”
“We need to look at her. Elizabeth Ward.” She was the one in the middle of this clusterfuck. A woman that he’d thought was just an innocent who’d been targeted for death…
But that had been before her would-be executioner wound up with a knife in his throat and before the three flunkies sent after her were found with bullet holes in their vital parts. “We can look at it two ways,” Victor said. “Either someone is hunting Elizabeth Ward and killing anyone who gets in his way…”
Tracy waited.
“Or else,” he said, and this suspicion was making his gut clench. “Maybe someone is out there, eliminating any threats to her.” Making absolutely sure that she didn’t have to fear from Taggert or Locke again. Or fear an attack from the guy’s goons.
“You’re thinking she’s not so innocent?”
“I’m thinking I want to know every single detail about her life. I want to know the name of the doctor who helped bring her into this world and the first boy who kissed her. Everything.” Because by looking at Elizabeth’s present, they were limiting themselves far too much. A bigger game was at play there, a game centered completely around Elizabeth.
“Get Gary to start digging into her life. Tell him I want those answers yesterday.” He headed for his car. It was getting close to his check-in time with Saxon, and he needed to warn the guy to be on guard with Elizabeth. The woman might not be the victim he’d assumed.
She might be something entirely different.
Someone that Saxon would need to take down.
Chapter Seven
Elizabeth fought to slow her racing heartbeat. Saxon was above her, still in her, and from the way he felt—long, thick, and hard—the guy was more than ready for another round. So was she. Once she managed to uncurl her toes and draw in a normal breath, anyway.
He slowly eased her legs back down to the mattress. Then he withdrew, and she couldn’t help the sound of protest that sprang to her lips.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m just getting a fresh condom.”
He headed into the bathroom, and reality started to come back. Her gaze slid to the box of condoms near the bed. A whole freaking box.
And some of that happy, sensual glow began to fade.
“Now…where were we?” He leaned over the bed.
Her hand pushed against his chest. “How many women have you brought here?”
His dark eyes narrowed.
“Saxon?” Elizabeth pushed. She recognized the emotion eating at her, twisting her guts all up—it was jealousy, and she sure didn’t like that feeling. Not one bit.
“You’re the first.”
Her left eyebrow rose as she stared at the box of condoms. Did he seriously expect her to buy that line? He had a whole box of condoms. A box!
“What? You’re gonna get pissed because I believe in being prepared?” He caught her hand. Brought it to his mouth. He licked the center of her palm and her body seemed to quake.
“I…I…” Oh, hell, she didn’t even know what she’d been going to say. Elizabeth just knew that she didn’t like the idea of Saxon with other women. Not even a bit.
He smiled at her. That sexy grin that made her stomach knot. “I believe in taking care of what’s mine.”
He bit her palm, the little mound of skin there, and her breath hissed out.
“I like the way you look after I’ve had you,” Saxon said. “Didn’t think it was possible for you to become more gorgeous to me, but you are…”
He lowered her hand back to the bed. He reached over for a condom.
“Wait.”