It was a frenzy of lust, their wild embrace sending him flying high. The harder she kissed him, the harder he kissed back. The blinding, deafening need to drive himself inside her, fill her to completeness, then drive her again and again until she surrendered to the pleasure had turned him into a savage beast.
“I gotta have you,” he growled in her ear. “All of you, all of me.”
They left, moving with intention toward her suite. As soon as they were inside, she shut and locked the bedroom door.
He set his Glock on the chest of drawers. His heart pounded in his chest like a bass drum while she unbuttoned her oversized shirt revealing her sexy, black sports bra. He moved behind her, met her searing gaze in the wall mirror.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
She offered a nonchalant shrug. “Meh. I could take you or leave you.” Then, she winked.
“Yeah, you want me,” he said. “You want me bad.”
“Cocky, cocky Santini.”
He slid the garment off her shoulders, let it fall to the floor. When he reached around, she leaned into him while heunfastened and unzipped her jeans, their gazes locked on each other’s reflections.
“You’re extraordinarily beautiful,” he murmured before he kissed the side of her neck, then dotted her shoulder with kisses.
He removed her belly band holster—with her SIG still in it—and set it on the dresser. Then, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek. When his gaze found hers, the tension in her eyes was gone.
Only passion and confidence remained.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You make me feel like a woman… not one of the guys.”
Still standing behind her, he knelt to remove her boots before tugging down her pants and helping her step out. Then, he removed her black panties, kissed her rounded backside, and stood.
Turning her to face him, he said, “I’m dying for you, but you set the pace.”
She placed her soft hands on his cheeks. Desire shone from her half-hooded eyes. Add in her wild head of hair and her rockin’-hot body, and he was a man on fire, consumed with a need that only she could satisfy.
“Have your way with me,” she said, the ache in her voice turning him harder still. “No holding back.”
He wanted to love her for hours, pleasure her for days.
They broke away, both fishing condoms from their bags. She tore off his clothes in seconds, shoved him back on the bed. He lay on his back, his cock shooting straight to the moon.
With a twinkle in her eye, she climbed on the bed, nestled between his thighs, and stroked him. Gentle caresses that sent a rush of excitement oozing out of him.
When she leaned over and gobbled it up, he said, “Fuck, Sydney, you are so damn sexy.”
With a hunger in her eyes, she stilled, her gaze on him, hiscock in her mouth. His world shifted, the power she held was like nothing he’d ever felt. She could lift him or she could destroy him.
She continued to take him in, roll her tongue around the head, slowly pull him out. Streaks of euphoria shot through every cell in his body, stealing his thoughts and his mind.
“Mmm, you taste good,” she said before she refocused her full attention on his shaft, pumping him with a light touch that had him pushing up on his elbows to watch her suck the juices out of him.
And then, just as quickly as she’d devoured him, she pulled off.
“I’m so close to coming,” she said, her breathy voice husky with need.
She tore open the condom packet, rolled it over his stiffness, and positioned herself over him. And she sunk onto him, the shock of pleasure careening through him as her throaty moans filled his ears with her delight.
“Ohgod,” she blurted. “I gotta kiss you.”
She moved over him, biting his chin, finding her way to his mouth. Tongues thrashing, teeth against teeth. And then, she began to glide. Slowly, to her end, then she’d stop. The constant flow of ecstasy had hijacked his entire being, but he had to see her. When he opened his eyes, she was waiting.
They were going at it like two feral animals, but she felt like the connection he’d been searching for.
