She shuddered. Rested her forehead against my temple so her hot breath fanned my ear. “No. Shut up.”
“What did you just say to me?” My hands tightened on her hips in irritation. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to let her know I could. Instead of apologizing or backing off, as I expected, she rubbed against me and moaned.
“Not you. I’m talking to—” She shifted her hips, grinding even harder on my over-eager dick. Her soft groan, and the shaking fingertips fluttering over my shoulders nearly killed me.
“Who are you talking to?” Did she have a communication device implanted in her skull like the Coalition aliens—or so I’d been told they had. If the aliens gave their magical healing wand and transport technology to the CIA, it made sense they would share their universal translator technology—the NPU—as well.
Shit. The room could be wired. Was someone watching us right now? Giving her instructions on how to handle me?
Fury rose hard and fast. Instead of wilting, my asshole erection jumped in excitement at the challenge. Sick bastard.
“Mine.” The voice making the decree didn’t sound like her. Too forceful. Deeper. The soft growl in the word made my heart skip a beat, then race and clatter around behind my ribs. Still feminine. Sexy as hell. “Mine. Ethan. Mine.” She was so wet, I could smell her arousal now. I inhaled, long and deep. The perfume of her wet pussy made my head swim.
What. The. Fuck? I had to get her off me before I did something really stupid. Like fuck a federal agent I’d just met on the kitchen floor of—hell. I had no fucking clue where we were. “Get off me.”
“No.”
“Dammit, woman.” I wrapped her in my arms and rolled.
Huge fucking mistake. She wrapped her legs around my hips and clung, pulled me down on top of her. My hips settled in the vee between her legs, the heat of her wet core like a blow torch for my balls. I rested on bent elbows, my lips above hers. Gazes locked. We were the exact same height. Breaths mingled in the small space between us. Her eyes were the color of the ocean at sunrise. Dark blue. Mysterious. Dilated with desire.
“Mine.” That voice again.
She shifted her hips. Undulated beneath me. Used her body to beg me to fuck her. If she kept that up, I would come in my pants.
“What are you doing?” My dick hated me. Really,reallyhated me for stopping her. “You don’t know me.”
“Mine.” Her voice still didn’t sound right but when she licked her lips and slowly, deliberately slid both her hands along the tile until they stretched out above her head, I couldn’t move away. Transfixed. Hypnotized. What was she doing? Offering herself to me?
“Look—” I didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was I supposed to say right now?
“Cuffs. Want.”
Oh god. Fuck. She was asking me to handcuff her and fuck her? Here? Now?
I shouldn’t. I could think of a hundred reasons this was a very bad idea.
Ishouldbe on the phone. Calling in a report. Getting backup. Mobilizing everyone. Instead, I was horizontal with a seductress, fighting my own desire.
“I need you. I can’t control her.” A helpless whimper passed her lips, and I clamped my jaw together to stop the groan in my throat from coming out. For whatever bizarre reason, her voice was back to normal. She arched her back, rubbing hard nipples against my bare chest. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”
“You don’t know me.” I didn’t know her either. Should have been a hell of a lot more of an issue than it was.
“It doesn’t matter. I choose you. She chose you.” Lyra arched her back again, rubbed herself against me as if she were talking to me on behalf of her hot, wet little pussy. Not as strange as one might think. I’d been telling my dick to behave for what felt like a fucking eternity. He wasn’t a good listener, either.
“Ethan.”
My name on her lips was the nail in my coffin. The shudder that passed through me gave her my answer before I could find the words. I was honorable. But I was also only fucking human. I had no wife. No girlfriend. All I had was a two-bedroom apartment in the city with bare bones furniture, an empty refrigerator, and a couple of half-dead houseplants. I hadn’t had sex in…a long fucking time. Two years? Three? Didn’t have time for female drama. Not worth the?—
She placed her feet flat on the floor and lifted her entire body—and mine—off the floor. Bucked under me like a wild thing—kept her hands over her head.
Demanding. Bossy. Vulnerable. Submissive. How the fucking hell she was everything at the same time, I couldn’t process.Didn’t matter. Whatever she was doing to me was working. I was about to break every rule I had when it came to women. Every god damn one.
For her.
I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She either wasn’t wearing a bra, or it was built into the shirt. When she twisted to help me, her large, round breasts popped free.
Hell, yeah. I lunged. Sucked a dark rose nipple into my mouth.
