Her Spy to Hold (Spy Games Book 2) (11 page)

She inched forward, the apex of her thighs rubbing the base of his erection. “Let’s make sure we have the rules straight. I get to talk and touch first.”

“Those are good rules.” He leaned back against the sofa. “Be my guest. Why don’t we say three of each, talking and touching, per turn? There should be at least one compliment involved in the talking, though.”

“Fair enough. Put your hands behind your head.”

He complied, lacing his fingers together. “Don’t forget the compliment.”

“Shh. It’s my turn to talk.” All her worries over tonight now seemed ridiculous. She could relax and enjoy. Try something new. She tapped her chin with her finger. There’d be no shocking him. He’d made that perfectly clear. Besides, after his investigation was finished, they were never going to see each other again. She could say or do what she liked. “I plan to start at the top and work my way down.
All
the way down.”

The thought of how he would taste had her shifting her weight in eager anticipation.

He let out a groan. “Did I say three of each? I meant just one. Either or. And there should be a time limit.”

“It’s too late to change the rules now.” She molded against him, her chest pressed to his, hands on his shoulders, and took his lower lip between her teeth. She drew it into her mouth, nipping and sucking, licking it with the tip of her tongue. She felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the quickening pace of his breaths. “I love the shape of your mouth. I can already imagine how good it will feel on my
labia minora
.”

“I can’t believe you managed to make paying me a compliment sound smart
and
dirty,” he growled.

She smiled, ridiculously pleased with herself. She eased back a little, sliding her palms from his shoulders to the heavy pectoral muscles, weighing their solid strength, then lowered her mouth to one of his nipples. She flicked her tongue across it. His back arched in response and he muttered a swear word. She took the dampened flesh between her thumb and forefinger and teased it gently as she moved her tongue to the other nipple.

“This counts as three touches,” he warned her, his voice husky. “You’ve got one comment left. Then it’s my turn. Brace yourself.”

“That sounds like a promise.”

“Oh, it definitely is.”

She straightened, trying to think through the puddle her brain had become. “The feel of your hard penis against me makes me wet inside.”

Laughter rumbled through his whole body, spreading to hers. “I don’t care how scientific I said you could be. I’ve got to draw the line somewhere. You can’t say penis. There’s no way I believe it makes you wet when it’s making me shrivel, and that’s not going to be good for either one of us. Try saying ‘dick’ for me. Even ‘junk’ would be better.”

His laugh was infectious and tempting, seductive all on its own. She was not, however, changing the script. He’d issued a challenge.

Challenge accepted.

She spread her palms on his rock-solid abdomen, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts. “What really makes me wet is knowing that as soon as these come off, I’m going to find out how good your penis tastes. I’m going to run my tongue around the rim of your penis and take it into my mouth. I’m going to suck on your penis until you’re ready to explode.” She eased her hand inside his shorts. He was full and hard. Not at all shriveled. She slid her fingers up and down, then kissed his mouth. “
Penis
,” she whispered against his lips for good measure, feeling both wicked and daring.

His laughter choked off. She’d managed to shock him, and herself too, but in a good way. This was so much more fun than she’d expected. She’d never been this turned on by a man in her life. Knowing this was going nowhere—that they’d never meet at a conference, or work on a project together—was liberating in a way she hadn’t expected.

He swallowed. “I changed my mind. You can say it as much as you like. But we might have to save that for next time. I’m ready to explode as we speak. Now lose the shirt. It’s my turn.”

She peeled it off, taking her time.

“Holy crap.
That’s
what weapons systems placement designers wear under their clothes?”

Pretty, frilly underwear had always been a weakness of hers. The sexy lingerie gave her more confidence in unfamiliar situations, and Kale, so overwhelmingly male, was about as foreign as anything she’d ever experienced. It was a psychological advantage. But that didn’t change the fact that it worked. His reaction proved the effect wasn’t only on her.

She tossed her tank top to the floor. “Want to see what else we wear under them?”

“Do I ever.” He crooked a finger under the clasp at the front. “I want you to strip for me.”

He was testing her. Seeing how far she’d go. Dirty talk, it seemed, wasn’t going to be enough. It wasn’t for her either. Tonight she planned to be bold.

She pushed off his thighs and stood so she faced him. He stretched his legs out, his erection straining the front of his shorts, his eyes heavy on her as he settled back to watch. She half turned away and undid the clasp of her bra, then slid the straps off her shoulders, one at a time, covering her breasts with an arm. She dropped the bra to the floor and faced him again, cupping her breasts in her hands, inching her fingers apart so her nipples peeped through. Slowly, she lowered her hands.

“You are so fu—freaking beautiful,” he said. “I want to suck on them both. I want to take your sweet ass in my hands and I want to pound my dick in you so hard, you’ll scream my name when you come.”

She tilted her head and looked him up and down. “You think you can make me scream?”

“Baby, I know I can.”

She wriggled out of the yoga pants and kicked them aside. She watched his jaw drop at the sight of the thin scrap of pink thong they’d been hiding. She traced a fingertip over the tiny triangle of lace at the front, then nudged her finger underneath it to touch herself in a way she would never have dreamed of doing with anyone else. He wasn’t walking away from her tomorrow thinking she was a prude.

“This,” she said in the same prim, scholarly tone she’d use at a lecture while fondling her mound with a sweep of her thumb, “is called a
mons veneris
. It’s all yours if you want it.”

“I do. And I think I’ll unwrap it myself. It’s time I did some touching.”

He caught her hips with his hands and drew her toward him until he had her trapped between his thighs. The coarse blond hairs on his legs rubbed against her skin, already sensitive with anticipation. He hooked his thumb in the strings of her thong and slid the panties out of the way. He eased a finger into her damp folds, stroking until he had her breathless.

“Oh my God.” Irina grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. She closed her eyes. Heat scorched through her frame, leaving her trembling with need. “More. I want more.”

His smile was one of pure, male self-satisfaction. “That’s not my name. Let’s hear you say it.”

“Kale.” She clutched him tighter. His finger moved in and out. Any second now she was going to orgasm. She bit her lip, trying to hold back.

“Louder.”

“
Kale
.”

“And what do you want from me?”

She opened her eyes and met his in the semidarkness. “I want you to make me scream.”

He took his hand away, skimming out of his shorts and lifting her onto his lap. She fisted his shaft, guiding the tip of his erection into position, stroking her thumb under the velvety rim. His hips bucked upward. He began sliding into her, inch by slow inch, hot and hard and thick. She sucked in a sharp breath, afraid she might pass out from the pleasure of it.

Instantly, he stopped. His hands braced her, supporting her weight on his forearms, his fingers digging into her buttocks. “You OK? Because this has got to be good for us both, not just me.”

Having sex with a giant had its drawbacks. Physically she only had as much control as he gave her, and right now she did
not
want him to stop.

“Oh, it’s good,” she assured him. “And if you’ll let me do things my way, it will get even better.”

“Big talk, Dr. Babe,” he teased, easing his full length inside her. His thumbs roamed her belly, trailing fire in their wake.

“Are you disappointed so far?” she panted, more intent now on actions than words. She rose on her knees ever so slightly, then settled again, taking him deeper. Her inner muscles clenched, adjusting to the feel and the fit of him.

His eyes glittered at her in the darkness. “Not even a little.”

He thrust upward, again, then again, establishing a rhythm until she shuddered, unable to hold back any longer. She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. He arched his back, lifting his hips off the sofa. His hands slid to her breasts and he groaned as he spilled inside her.

She collapsed on his chest with them still connected, limp with spent pleasure and more satisfied than she could have believed possible. They were both breathing hard. She could feel his heart pounding, and the rise and fall of his rib cage beneath her. The world settled back into place.

If this was what being brave and talking dirty earned her, then she was all for it.

“That,” Kale said slowly, the husky, raw words rolling over her head in the darkness, “was an experiment that bears repeating.” The rough pads of his fingertips mapped the length of her spine, a languorous and sensual caress that had her shivering with rekindled need within seconds. His voice deepened. “I believe I owe you a few compliments, Dr. Babe.”

Chapter Seven

Best night of his life.

The spare bedroom was gloomy in the gray light of dawn. A light rainfall pattered against the steel roof and on the ground outside the open window. They’d stumbled into his room after the first round of sex, with him carrying her in his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist.

He watched her face as she slept, nestled against him in a double bed that was far too small for a man of his size, but right now suited him perfectly. She had one bare leg pressed between his thighs. Her hand was trapped against his ribs by the weight of his arm, her fingers curled into a tiny ball. She was using the crook of his elbow as a pillow and he could feel her breath against his throat every time she exhaled.

He snagged a damp tendril of hair off her face with the tip of a finger. She murmured in her sleep, her freckled nose crinkling as it did whenever she was irritated, in a way that made her look so freaking pretty. She snuggled in closer, all naked and warm. Her dark lashes fluttered but she didn’t wake. She felt like a priceless piece of art in his arms. He was afraid if he moved she might break, although she’d already proved that was unlikely to happen.

He would never have believed the woman he’d first met—the Dr. Glasov who’d been so uptight and nervous around him—could turn out to be so broad-minded and demanding in bed. She’d been tentative at first, true enough, but as soon as she’d figured out he’d go along with whatever she wanted without being judgy, she’d turned into someone different entirely.

And the dirty talk… Another total surprise. He’d never have imagined a clinical recitation of body parts could be so erotic. Having it come from the mouth of a well-educated pixie made it that much more of a rush.

However, one thing about her hadn’t changed despite all the intimate things that they’d done together—or maybe because of them. Ultimately, sweet, pretty Irina Glasov was no one-night stand. He should be ashamed of himself for sleeping with her. Part of him was. Unfortunately, the part controlling his brain where she was concerned had no discernible conscience, because it said he’d do it all over again. Just the thought of her mouth on him had him hard.

He should also drag his ass out of bed and take another walk around her property and at least pretend to be doing his job. It would give him a chance to clear his head too. But she had a tendency to overthink everything. Did he want to risk her waking up in bed alone and getting the wrong idea about what last night had been?

What idea, exactly, did he want her to get?

Now he was the one overthinking the whole situation. She was direct. That was one of the reasons he found her so appealing. He’d make her breakfast again. After that they could talk. She was smart. Another reason he liked her. She’d understand that his work had to come first, and why he had no room in his life for a relationship. The altercation at the beach yesterday had reinforced that for him. He wasn’t introducing Irina into his world. A few pop-ups were nothing compared to the potential threats his work might bring down on her, and he simply wasn’t the kind of man who could trust her safety to others.

She stretched, rolling to her back and out of his arms. She raised her elbows over her head and stretched as she opened her eyes. She cast him a slow, sleepy smile.

“Wow,” she said. “You’re even gorgeous first thing in the morning. How is that fair?”

That smile turned his insides to mush. “You’re one to talk, beautiful.” He bent his head for a kiss. “Besides, it isn’t quite morning. The sun isn’t up.”

“What would you like to do until then?”

He had a list. It started with tasting the rosy tip of the breast peeking at him from above cream-colored sheets. Then he’d work his way down her smooth skin and that flat length of belly. He dragged his attention back to her eyes, all slumberous and sexy. There was no mistaking what she had on her mind.