Her skin was soft as satin, but hot, feverishly hot. He licked the seam of her lips and waited for her to open up to him. He needed to know they were both in this together. It only took a moment for her tongue to be tangling with his as he unhurriedly discovered her flavor.
Her nails dug into his back, and her thighs parted as her legs went around him. He settled his hard length against her core and kissed her faster, deeper. Those hands of hers slipped into his boxers and squeezed his ass, moving against him in a way that had him careening toward the edge way too fast. He was trying to make this last but Ava was in a hurry.
He grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head with a firm grip. “Patience, Kanas.”
Her eyes flashed and then narrowed.
Oh, was this ever gonna be fun. He dragged the camisole top high enough to uncover her breasts and then leaned down to run his tongue over her plump flesh, edging ever closer to those dark, perfect areoles. Finally, he gave in to her silent demands and sucked one hard tip into his mouth. His tongue tormented her breast until she begged him for more, and then he moved on to the other nipple.
He shifted down her body, and she stiffened and grabbed his short hair when she realized where he was headed.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t have to?” he asked incredulously. “What if I want to?”
“I don’t know…guys always say that but…” She seemed to become impatient with herself. “I’ve never actually come when a guy did it, so…”
Dominic did not want to be reminded of anyone else going down on this woman, but he never could resist a challenge. “How about we give it a try, and if you don’t like it you tell me to stop?”
She nodded, appearing a little embarrassed by their frank discussion as she looked down at him settled between her thighs.
She was so ballsy most of the time that whenever she appeared uncertain or worried, he wanted to reassure her and calm her fears. She brought out some sort of savior complex in him he hadn’t known he possessed. He didn’t like that realization, but it didn’t stop him sliding her shorts far enough down her legs that he could see the trimmed triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs. The scent of her made him want to dive deep, but he wasn’t usually a greedy lover. With Ava, however, he wanted to do everything.
He slid his tongue down over her clit and felt her rear up off the mattress.
“Should I stop?” he asked with a smile.
“No.” Her voice was high and faint. “Give it your best shot.”
He laughed against her stomach and felt her muscles twitch in response. He slid his tongue back through her folds and centered his ministrations on the small nub of tissue that held the keys to most women’s orgasm. Slowly Ava relaxed and her thighs fell open enough for him to drag her shorts all the way off and for him to taste her more deeply, even as he ached to be inside her.
It took time and concentration to find the rhythm she needed. Thankfully patience was one of his strong points. Her shallows pants told him she was close to losing it, and he sucked on her clit to push her right over the edge. She sobbed quietly, and her whole body shuddered as the first climax hit. He hoped to hell HRT weren’t standing outside the door with heat sensitive cameras.
“Okay. You passed that test, Sheridan.” She sounded breathless, and she tugged on his hair. “Now get up here and gimme the rest of it,” she said it with a laugh, and he could get used to this playful Ava.
He crawled up her body, enjoying every inch of her flesh along the way. She dragged the camisole over her head, and he reared back to get the full impact of her nakedness.
“You are beautiful.”
“So are you.”
One side of his mouth kicked up. “Guys like me aren’t beautiful.”
“Whaddaya mean?” She pushed at his shoulder.
“Men descended from knuckle-headed Irishmen.” He traced the softness of her stomach and the vulnerability of her navel.
“I think you know exactly how hot you are, but you want more compliments.”
He smiled as he cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple with his thumb, pinching it hard enough to make her jolt. “Compliments are good.”
Ava huffed out a laugh as her body squirmed. She ran her hand over his jaw. “You have a nice face.”
“Nice?” He dipped his mouth to suckle and pulled her nipple into his mouth.
Her body bowed towards him. “I meant stupendous.”
“Better,” he murmured between tastes.
“I like your nose, and those fierce brows.”
He laughed and let his hand trace down her ribs and over her stomach to sink between her legs and tease her opening.
“I love the dark shade of your eyes.” She gasped and swallowed rapidly as he slipped a finger inside.
“Blue.”
“Indigo.”
“Bruised.”
She touched his face almost tenderly. “And the scruff on your jaw felt really good between my legs.”
“I’ll grow a beard.”
“Then you can try that again sometime.”
“I will.” He’d told her he liked sex, and he stored this information away for next time. The idea of pleasing Ava was addictive. He might not usually have sex with other agents, but it would make the next few days or weeks a lot more pleasurable if they could do this as a stress reliever every night.
They didn’t technically work together.
The FBI was fine with relationships as long as agents were on different squads—and the power balance was firmly in her hands when they were horizontal, not that he’d ever compromise himself or her.
He traced his lips over the protrusion of her collarbone and simultaneously sank his fingers inside her with his palm stroking her clit. Her body was toned and fit, but still soft and womanly. She had the longest legs he’d ever seen, and round hips, and full breasts that could hold his attention for decades.
“I like your chest and your shoulders.” She squeezed the muscles at the top of his arms.
He scraped his teeth over her slender neck, careful not to mark her where others could see it.
“And your neck.”
He laughed. She was terrible at compliments.
“And I definitely appreciate the rock-hard pecs and those very nice abs, Sheridan.” She was teasing him. “Not bad for an old man.”