Edge of Danger (Deadly Ops #4)

He was practically vibrating with the need to be in her. He couldn’t believe he was going to be inside her with no barrier. The thought alone was making him ache so hard he was afraid he’d embarrass himself.

Not bothering with his shoes or their shirts, he just let his pants fall to his ankles as he cupped her mound again. Everything about this moment felt desperate, as if he’d die if he didn’t get inside her. His heart pounded an erratic tattoo against his chest, wild and out of control.

He’d never felt like this about anyone before.

She was so damn slick it made him shudder. “The thought of getting caught turn you on?” he murmured, dipping two fingers inside her. She was so tight, so wet.

Shuddering, she clenched around him, rolling her hips into his hold. “You turn me on. I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she rasped out on a jagged breath when he pulled his fingers out of her.

He wanted to taste her, but he wanted to be inside her more. After their conversation from the night before, he knew they were both safe, so that wasn’t even a worry. Moving his hips, he shifted slightly so that his cock was positioned at her entrance. Before he could push in, she impaled herself on him, burying her face against his neck on a moan as she did. Ever so lightly, she bit his neck. Not enough to leave a permanent indent, but it almost felt as though she was marking him.

Oh God. A kaleidoscope of colors flashed in front of him as her silky sheath tightened around him. He’d never fucked without a condom before. Never.

This wasn’t just anyone, though. It was Karen. The kind of woman he couldn’t have made up in his fantasies because she was so much better than anything his imagination could have conjured up.

He grabbed her ass, holding her tight against him for just a moment. It was hard to breathe or think straight when he was buried so deep in her. His balls pulled up tight, that familiar tingling sensation at the base of his spine an embarrassment. Stamina had never been an issue for him, at least not since he was sixteen, but the raw intensity of this situation was making everything in his brain short-circuit.

Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he kissed her, teasing her lips open, dancing his own tongue against hers. She shuddered, her inner walls clenching in a sort of rhythm even though he wasn’t moving.

Her breathing was erratic and wild as they kissed, so he reached between their bodies and began stroking her clit. That set her off. She writhed against him, but he didn’t move yet because he didn’t trust himself.

He needed her to get off, felt frantic to feel her climaxing around him. He nipped her bottom lip between his teeth as he gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. When he rolled the tight bud, she jerked against him and buried her face against his neck again.

She shifted her head and bit his shirt, another soft moan escaping from her as she tried to remain quiet.

He knew she was close now. Her inner walls were tightening around him faster and faster, her breathing more and more erratic as she clutched on to his shoulders. Even through his clothes her nails dug into him, the bite more pleasure than pain.

He started thrusting, unable to stop himself from moving inside her. The pleasure was too much, the feel of her pure heaven.

“I’m coming,” she whispered, the words sounding almost torn from her as she bit into his shoulder now. Her body shuddered under her orgasm, her soft little moans making him crazy.

He held their bodies away from the door with one arm, not wanting to make any noise by slamming against it. Using the strength in his legs, he held her up, clutching her ass as he continued thrusting, his own release not far behind hers.

He was so damn close, so close—he hated to pull out of her but knew he had to. Grabbing her hips, he withdrew, his dick immediately mourning the loss of her.

Taking him completely by surprise, she fisted his erection before he could, her gaze on his as she continued stroking him, hard and fast.

He wanted to touch her but didn’t trust himself. What he wouldn’t give to finish inside her with no barriers, but this was the next best thing. He slammed one palm against the door behind her head and held up his shirt with the other hand as she brought him to release. Her gaze remained fixed on his, heated and intense as he came against his stomach. He refrained from crying out, but his body trembled as the pleasure punched through him in wave after wave. He’d never felt anything so intense.

He couldn’t stop shaking for a few long moments from the onslaught of his climax. She was with him every second, her gaze still pinned to his.

For a moment he worried things might get awkward, but a satisfied grin spread across her face before she leaned up and brushed her lips over his.

“That was one of the hottest experiences of my life,” she murmured, moving quickly to one of the metal cabinets.

“Mine too.” He wished he could come up with something better, but his brain was still in sex mode. He stared at her bare ass, saw the marks from his fingers on her pale skin, and was glad he’d left them. He wanted her to feel him on her, in her, long after this. He wanted to imprint himself on her body so she thought about him the way he did about her.

She made a victorious sound as she pulled out a small packet of generic-brand wet wipes. After taking a couple for herself, she handed the pack to him.

They cleaned up and dressed in less than a minute, both moving with a necessary quickness. While he wanted to linger, to hold her the way she deserved, it wasn’t possible. He knew she likely had stuff she needed to be doing, and Burkhart would be here very soon.

“Karen . . .” His hand was on the doorknob, but he couldn’t force himself to open it, to face the reality of their situation until he told her how he felt. Even if he didn’t exactly know himself, he knew that whatever this thing was, it was serious for him. “When this mess is over, I know I said I wanted to take you on a date, but . . .”

Her face went carefully neutral and she tugged at the bottom of her shirt almost nervously, watching him with a sudden wariness.

He realized he was messing this all up. “And I do,” he rushed out. “But . . . I don’t care if this is too soon, but I’m not going to be seeing anyone else except you. I don’t even know how to say this, but, uh, I want to be exclusive with you. I’ve never not used a condom before.” Something he needed her to know. God, he felt like a stupid teenager. He hadn’t actually dated anyone in so long and she made him feel so off his game anyway.

The smile that spread across her face told him he must have said something right. “Good, because I don’t share,” she murmured in that sexy, sensual voice, and tugged him down for another quick kiss.

At the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, they both pulled back on a sigh. He hated that they had to head back into reality, but the sooner this op was over, the sooner they could start a future together.





Chapter 19


Command center: central location for processing data, giving orders, and supervising a critical situation.

“You two, with me,” Burkhart ordered, nodding once at Tucker and Cole as he passed where they were talking quietly at one of the tables.

Not needing to be told twice, they both jumped up and followed after him. Tucker noticed that Vane wasn’t with them and wondered where he was. Maybe Burkhart hadn’t wanted Vane to see this place. All Tucker knew was, they’d better not have let that bastard go.

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