The Perfect Victim

"So do I," he said harshly.

 

She kissed him, partly to quiet him, partly because she needed to feel him close. "I want to win this. I want to finish it. And I want us to be alive when it's over."

 

Cupping her face with his hands, he kissed her gently. "I'm too tired to fight with you."

 

"Don't shut me out. Please, let me help. I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."

 

"I can look out for myself, lady." He kissed her jaw and nipped at her chin, trailing kisses down her neck. "I want you."

 

Despite the heat spiraling through her, she hesitated. "What about our agreement? About us getting too close."

 

"We're already too close." Never taking his eyes from hers, he began working on the buttons of his shirt. "I'm willing to consider that agreement null and void if you are."

 

"You're going back to D.C."

 

"I'm here now. You're here. We're together, Addison. That's pretty straightforward."

 

She wanted 'to tell him that wasn't enough, that it would never be enough, but the future was too uncertain, her need for him too great.

 

"We're going to end up hurting each other," she said.

 

"Never. I'll never hurt you." His jaw tightened. He gazed down at her soberly. "You're inside my head. I didn't want that to happen, but it has."

 

"We'll deal with it," she murmured, because a small part of her understood. He was inside her head, too.

 

"Come here." He pulled her against him.

 

A primal thrill barreled through her as he tossed his clothes to the floor and slid under the sheets. Her senses vibrated with tension and pleasure as he skimmed a hand along her side. She closed her eyes, amazed that in the midst of danger and ugliness, he could touch her and make everything seem so right.

 

She sucked in an involuntary breath as his stone-hard erection pressed against the tender flesh of her belly.

 

"This is what you do to me," he whispered, his mouth lingering at her earlobe. "I don't stand a chance against you."

 

She wore only her panties, having had nothing else to put on after her shower. His hands roamed over her body, making her ache with a craving she'd never known. Back at the cabin, she'd been excited and overwhelmed by the passion and newness of what had happened between them. There had been an instant of pain and then intense pleasure.

 

Now, she knew what to expect. From him. From herself. Her feelings for him had deepened, solidified into something profound and inevitable. She'd willingly made herself vulnerable. Her body. Her heart. Her soul.

 

She gasped when he cupped her breasts. Desire bucked through her, taking her breath. She arched into him, her nipples tightening in response. Murmuring his name, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to him.

 

He crushed his mouth to hers. She opened to him, accepted his tongue. The tip of his penis nudged her pelvis. His breaths came hard and fast against her ear.

 

She cried out when he took a taut nipple into his mouth. Caressing the tender bud with his tongue, he sucked it deeply into his mouth. The need ripped through her, overwhelming her senses.

 

God, she was in over her head, drowning in passion and desire. Even in her wildest dreams Addison had never imagined she could feel so much. Physically. Emotionally.

 

Exquisite sensation rushed through her when he touched the tender folds of flesh at the junction of her thighs. She opened to him, giving him full access to her most private place. Her body was on fire, burning furiously out of control each time he touched her, like hot coals bursting into flame. He knew just where to touch her, how much pressure to use, when to back off. He stroked her, moving within her, sending lightning bolts of pleasure crashing through her.

 

Rational thought melted beneath the heat of his touch. Thunder roared in her ears as he took her to the precipice of her desire. "Come for me, Addison," he whispered between breaths. "Relax, honey." He kissed her breasts, one and then the other, crushing his lips against her flesh, stroking her, stroking. Driving her insane. Over the edge. Higher. "Come for me."

 

Addison couldn't speak. She'd traveled beyond self control. Her body ruled her now. Her mind shut down as he drew her ever closer to the peak, and she went with it, trusting him fully to take her there.

 

Bright white light flashed before her eyes as the orgasm engulfed her. It crashed over her like a tidal wave, taking her breath, dissolving all thought. There was only sensation, his name on her lips, bursting forth with each crest, with each aftershock that shook her all the way to her soul.

 

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Randall felt her surrender as though it had been his own. He supposed that, in a way, it was. It frightened him to think he was falling hard and fast for Addison Fox.

 

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