The soft curve of his lips made my stomach flip. He shifted his attention and our gazes locked. “I must have lost more blood than I thought. I think I’m delirious.”
Alarm coursed through me. “What is wrong? Tell me.”
“Despite everything that just happened, all I can think about is kissing you.”
Yes! Yes! Yes!My beast lunged toward him, the push strong enough that my body shifted, leaned in. The warmth of his breath fluttered over my lips. So close. “So kiss me.”
“This is insane.”
“I agree. And I don’t care.” The whispered confession should have shocked me. Less than one day ago I was a female on a mission. Focused. Determined. Now?
His lips closed over mine. Hot. Demanding. As out of control as I felt. He consumed me with a desperation bordering on anger. My beast answered in kind. I dropped the ReGen wand and crawled on top of him, straddled his hips. I buried my hands in his hair and held him in place for my kiss as my hips shifted, rubbing my clit against his hard length through his pants and mine. There was no gentleness in me. Only need.
Too many clothes.
His hands came to rest on the curve of my hips and he pulled me down on top of him. Harder. Grinding us together until I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
Gods, yes. His cock was hard. Wide. Ready for me. He groaned softly and my beast answered, the sounds coming from my throat unrecognizable. Animalistic. Frantic.
His unique taste rolled through my system like a drug, and I knew, in that moment, I was lost. I would never get him out of my system. The beast was drunk on his flavor. His scent. The way his fingertips dug into our flesh and pulled us in. The way his lips moved. His tongue explored. Tasted. Demanded entry. Moved, fucking our mouth the way we wanted his cock to move in and out of our hot, wet pussy.
If we were naked, he’d be inside me already.
We weren’t naked because to take off my clothes, I’d have to move away from him. Stop rubbing my clit against his hard cock. Stop touching him. Kissing him.
I didn’t want to stop.
I couldn’t stop.
Shewouldn’t let me.
5
Ethan
What the fuckwas I doing?
Kissing a spy. A CIA agent. A professional liar. Not just kissing. I had my hands wrapped around hot, curved hips and ass, pulling her down on top of me, helping her grind against my aching dick. Her full breasts were pressed flat and so fucking soft against my chest I couldn’t think straight. The taste of her on my tongue was like a drug, infiltrating my bloodstream, making it hard to focus. To think.
To resist.
I knew nothing about this woman. Not really.
My dick had a mind of its own and he was totally fine with being deep inside the hot, wet pussy of a complete stranger.
She buried her hands in my hair and held me in place as she kissed me like she would die if she had to stop. Her desire was intoxicating. Addictive. Everything male in me rose up in response to the primal demand of her full lips, and frantic hands, and round, luscious fucking ass. I felt more animal than man.
Was one hundred percent sure, she wanted me that way. Out of my fucking mind with lust. Out of control.
Because she wanted me that badly? Or because I was an assignment? A job?
Fuck. Was I being played right now? Suckered like a god damn rookie?
“Get off me.”
“No. Please.” Her whimper tested my resolve, but I turned my head to the side, away from her lips, so I couldn’t give in to temptation. Fuck me, I really wanted to give in and go for a ride. Just once.
“Lyra, stop. Where are we? Who, exactly, were those thugs in the lab? You talked to them like you’ve met them before.” With each question, my head cleared a little. Not much. Enough to start thinking like a cop again, instead of a sex-starved teenager.
