Too many clothes. He wanted her naked. He wanted his mouth on her breast and his hand between her legs. He wanted to feel how wet she was, find out how fast he could make her come.
Pretty damned fast if those urgent little sounds meant anything.
She was so fucking hot; he had to touch her.
Somehow he managed the button and zipper of her jeans, and then his hand was inside her pants, delving under the thin silk of her panties to the tender flesh between her legs.
She cried out at the first touch. He covered her mouth with another hungry kiss, feasting on her lips as his finger slid inside that damp little slit.
He swore. Groaned. Tried to find a thread of control. But she was so tight. So warm and soft—and wet. Deliciously wet. But he wanted her wetter.
He couldn’t wait to make her come. It was all he could think about. All he could focus on. It became his only mission. And like any SEAL worth his salt, he approached his mission with single-minded determination that left no option for failure.
He cupped her with his palm, giving her circling hips all the friction and pressure they needed as he thrust and stroked with his finger in a rhythm matched by the thrust of his tongue. When he found that sensitive place, he felt her stiffen. Her breath hitched with anticipation.
Oh, fuck yes, she was going to come.
Dean felt the heady delight of knowing success was at hand.Hishand. He held her right there. Right in the palm of his hand for a long heartbeat, savoring the moment of primitive masculine satisfaction before finally giving her the caress she needed.
She flew apart instantly—her eyes locking on his. Something jammed in his chest. He couldn’t breathe.
He swore he saw what looked like surprise in her eyes as her body pulsed. Contracted. Shattered.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He wanted to see it again. Right now. When he was deep inside her.
Instead she said something that stopped him cold.
“Dan...”
It wasn’t the soft plea to finish what they started that Dean heard; it was the name. Thefalsename. It was a harsh reminder of everything that was at stake.
What the hell was he doing? He didn’t lose control like this. He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He’d wanted to kiss her, but that wasn’t the same thing. This—them—was a bad idea. A really bad idea. She knew too much about him already. He should be cutting ties, not making them.
Every bone in his body fought against what he was about to do—some more powerfully than others—but with a sharp curse, he pulled away, setting her forcibly away from him, and pretending not to notice as her legs wobbled. He couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t do this with her sagging in his arms all warm and weak with surrender.
With her looking at him like that.
He turned away so he wouldn’t have to see her face as he fought for control, waited for his blood to cool, and his cock to stop aching.
But it hurt like hell. His body was still primed and ready to go, angrily protesting the sudden change of plans.
It was the wrong time for her to touch him.
•••
Annie had never experienced anything like that in her life.
She’d had an orgasm before. At least she thought she had, but whatever she’d experienced in the past paled in comparison to the sensations that had just come over her. It had been intense. Fierce. Powerful. All-consuming. Everything she didn’t even know she’d been missing.
Thatwas what her friends were talking about. What made Lisa drop their plans to go see a movie in the afternoon—in the afternoon!—when her boyfriend called. What made her former roommate, Mary, stay locked up with her boyfriend—now husband—in their room all weekend. Literally all weekend, barely coming out to grab food or go to the bathroom. It was what made the walls shake.
Hot sex.
Wild, crazy, hot sex.
Except they hadn’t quite gotten that far. Why had he stopped?
