With each flick, she rolled her hips against his face. He slid another finger into her and groaned as he felt more proof of how turned on she was. Her inner walls clamped around his fingers impossibly tight.
He began stroking them in and out as he teased her clit. The faster he moved, the more erratic her breathing grew. She made little gasping, moaning sounds, clearly beyond words at this point. Her body was strung taut, every part of her tense.
He increased the pressure of his tongue, taking cues from her responsiveness. When she let go of his shoulders and clutched the sheets beneath her, he knew how close she was.
As soon as he had the thought, she surged into orgasm, her climax coating his fingers as her body trembled and she continued rolling her hips against his face. She moaned his name over and over, the sound of her pleasure ricocheting through him.
Knowing he was the one who’d made her come, that it was his name she was crying out, he felt a sharp sense of triumph surge through him.
The unabashed way she just let go had his dick pushing even harder against his pants. He couldn’t ever remember being this turned on. Hell, over the last four years he’d only had a couple of one-night stands. After being betrayed he hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else, not emotionally anyway. So a couple of quick fucks had held him over when he needed release. He’d been on so many undercover jobs he hadn’t been able to fuck anyway.
Karen wasn’t just an easy lay and she was anything but a one-night stand. It was stupid to think they could have something real, but he didn’t want to let this thing between them go. Didn’t want to settle for only tonight.
But if it was all they could have, he was going to make damn sure she remembered it.
As her breathing steadied and her legs loosened around his head, he slowly withdrew his fingers from her. Watching her while he did, he took pleasure in the way her eyes widened when he slid his fingers into his mouth.
It was impossible to tell in the dimness, but he would bet her cheeks had turned red if her surprised expression was anything to go by. He loved seeing her blush.
Shifting slightly, he dropped a kiss on top of her mound, then moved up to her lower abdomen.
“That was amazing,” she murmured. She sounded almost lethargic as he continued a path to one of her breasts.
“We’re not even close to done,” he whispered, feathering kisses around one of her hardened nipples, but not quite touching it yet.
Her fingers slid over his head, her touch gentle. “There are condoms in the nightstand. I looked,” she said in a rush.
It took a moment for her words to register. He looked up to find her watching him, that simmering lust in her gaze. Sliding a hand up her smooth hip and over her ribs, he stopped only when he reached her other breast. Gently he cupped it, surprised by how heavy it was. He loved the feel of her skin and the way her eyes went heavy-lidded at his touch.
“We don’t have to go that far.” God, was that actually him talking? The words scraped out against his throat. He desperately wanted to sink into her, to feel her tight body clenching around his hard length, but he didn’t want her to feel any kind of pressure.
“I want to.” She dug her fingers into his head, her gaze going hot. “I feel like I’ll regret it if we don’t.” There was a hint of something in her tone he couldn’t quite define.
Whatever it was, he agreed with her. He felt as if he’d regret it for the rest of his damn life if he didn’t completely claim this sensual woman. “Me too. I . . . for the record, I’ve been with two women in the last four years, no one in the last nine months, and I’ve been tested.” Anyone who went on undercover jobs was tested regularly. “I’m clean.” He needed her to know, especially since she was aware of the undercover jobs he’d been part of.
Her eyebrows lifted, clear surprise in her gaze. “She really did a number on you,” she said quietly, stroking her fingers down to his neck, then upper back.
Her insight made him glad he’d opened up to her. Keeping that shit bottled up for so long had worn on him. Nodding, he said, “I didn’t love her, but I thought we stood for the same thing.” That had been the hardest part to deal with, that someone he’d thought he knew, trusted with his life, had completely betrayed not only him, but everyone attached to the op. Looking back, he knew the signs had been there; he just hadn’t wanted to piece them all together, to see the truth. Maybe he’d been undercover for too long at that point—who knew?
What he knew now without a doubt was that Karen was someone he could trust with his life. To be with her, someone the complete opposite of the woman who’d betrayed him, someone who’d put her own ass on the line for him when she had no reason to, seriously humbled him. She had every reason to hate him, to turn him over for being a terrorist, but she somehow saw past all the bullshit.
“I’m clean too. My last lover was about two years ago,” she muttered, seeming embarrassed.
Something told him Karen was the kind of woman who only slept with someone she trusted explicitly. She’d have to not only trust someone, but care for him. She’d need that emotional connection. A boyfriend or someone she’d gone on at least half a dozen dates with. With the kind of job she had and the little she’d opened up to him about herself, it made sense. The primitive caveman part of him was glad it had been so long for her, and he wasn’t going to let her regret this.
Wordlessly he dropped his head to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Hard.
She gasped and arched into him, simultaneously wrapping her legs around his waist. His pants did nothing to hide his reaction from her. Not that he wanted to.
Rolling his hips against her, he shuddered, wishing there was nothing between them. But he needed to work her up more first, needed her panting even harder for him. One orgasm wasn’t enough. Never before had he felt so fucking obsessed, but the need to give Karen pure pleasure was all-consuming. He didn’t want her to forget him.
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Karen felt as if all her nerve endings had been stimulated. She also felt as if she’d probably lost a little bit of her sanity. Sex wasn’t a big deal to a lot of people, but for her it was. Always had been. She’d never bothered dating when she was in high school because she’d refused to end up another statistic stuck in that small town. Like her mother. She’d heard from the small-town grapevine that her mom had gotten pregnant with Clint, then married a loser because of it. Karen had sworn that would never happen to her.
In college she’d had a couple of boyfriends, but she’d cared more about keeping her scholarships than anything or anyone, so her relationships had been short-lived. After her last boyfriend couldn’t handle her work schedule—and he’d been with another government agency and should have understood—she’d sworn off dating for a while.
She hadn’t thought she’d been missing anything. Of course she’d never had a man as talented as Tucker teasing her body. Having all that raw male focus on her was intense. She’d already orgasmed once and it surprised her how quickly she had.
Maybe he was just that attuned to her. Now he seemed determined to give her another climax. Which was more than fine with her. She was desperate to touch him everywhere, loved sliding her fingers over all the hard muscles of his back and arms. She wanted to demand he strip off his pants but wasn’t quite bold enough to do that just yet.
He moved his mouth to her other breast, gently biting her nipple between his teeth. Not painfully, but with enough pressure that she was very aware of her body.
Cool air rushed over her other nipple, the sensation making it tighten even harder now that he wasn’t kissing it any longer. Her heart pounded an erratic beat in her chest, her breathing unsteady as she stroked her hands down his chest and ripped abdomen.