"I didn't sign on for this." She was shaking her head violently. The action revved up the rest of her body. No. No. No. Her head pounded in time to the denial spreading through her. She wanted to scream.
"You're secondary backup." Colin wrapped his arm around her shoulder, dug his fingers into her hair and held her held still, his cheek against hers and his lips pressed up against her ear. In a hard voice, he said, "Just in case."
Jack and Global Humanitarian Relief had to know very well that killing LeRoy outright was a mistake of epic proportions.
Anarchy would reign and they would have a military coup on their hands within hours. The targeted killing of a leader like Henri LeRoy was an extremely delicate matter that usually took months of planning and careful set up of the leader's replacement.
"You can't do this," she whispered fiercely. "The entire country will be thrown into disarray."
"We have no choice," Colin shot back. "And it's already in disarray. Just look around you."
"Who the hell are you to make that decision?"
He ignored her question, ignored her concern. "Doesn't matter who I am," he replied softly. "What matters is who are you going to be?"
Jess made a sound of defeat. She had no answer. She didn't know.
Colin's heart stuttered at the devastation on her face. He remembered her confessions of uncertainty about her job in the heated, private, sheltered coccoon of anonymity from six months ago. She never thought she'd see him again. He never thought he'd see her again. Any revelations they had made should have stayed buried in their memories. But he remembered, and he ached for her now.
The need to comfort her overrode his reluctance. This was a very, very bad idea. On so many levels, and yet he couldn't help himself. "Hey," he murmured. His hands were fisted in the waist of her jeans as he pulled her closer. Her thick cotton tank bared her shoulders and toned arms. Her clunky hiking boots thunked on the dirt floor as she allowed him to comfort her. The boots should not have been sexy, but the moment she'd stepped between his legs, his cock had surged to life. He was freaking practically asleep on his feet but that hadn't mattered to his libido from the moment she'd walked into his tent.
His head was screaming at him, "Jack's sister!" His body was screaming right back, "I don't care!"
There had been a moment on the ship, when he hadn't seen her face yet but as if his body had recognized hers, he'd been zapped by a bolt of attraction. Before he'd even realized his fantasy woman was there. The woman who'd been haunting his dreams for months.
She stood stiffly in his arms, not moving. Her forehead was pressed against his neck, the only other place they touched was her hips against his spread thighs. She should smell awful, and yet her skin glowed and the refreshing scent of lemon and coconut wafted from her body.
Colin had the insane urge to lick the delicate skin of her collarbone and see if she tasted half as good as she smelled.
Jess sighed. Her breath feathered along his chest. And she finally relented. Her slender arms, full of strength, sleek muscles strong enough to keep a sniper rifle steady and fire with a highly effective accuracy rate, yet still feminine, curved around his shoulders.
Finally.
She inhaled sharply. Her breasts pillowed against his chest and her body melted against his. Colin gave in to the urge to touch her. He had suppressed the feeling since she walked into his tent but now he was done resisting.
He pressed an open-mouthed wet kiss against the tender hollow of her neck. Her heartbeat pulsed strong and steady beneath his lips. He sucked gently and was rewarded when she subtly rocked her hips into his erection.
Colin slid his palms up her slightly damp tank top until her breasts rested in his hands. He thumbed the aroused peaks of her nipples through the ribbed cotton and groaned soundlessly as she sighed into his ear.
She sank further into his embrace, her body softening, preparing for him. Six months ago he'd worshipped every inch of her. He'd memorized each sensitive spot that caused her breath to hitch, each touch that ratcheted her arousal and each intense kiss that ramped up her response.
With perfect recall, he skimmed one hand down her taut stomach. He followed his hand and kissed a slow path down the center of her chest, pausing after each kiss to breathe in her scent and gauge where to caress next.
Colin delved beneath the army green tank and slowly slid the material up her torso, and proceeded to eat her up with little sensual nibbles; A swirl of tongue in her bellybutton caused her stomach to contract hard against his mouth. He dropped wet, sucking kisses along each rib and worked his way up to the underside of her perfect breasts. Her bra was a utilitarian nude cotton but Colin merely unhooked the front clasp and cupped her in his hands. Each globe was a perfect handful. Colin ran his tongue along her skin, up and over the curve until he found her flushed raspberry nipple.
With a voracious need, he closed his lips over the puckered nub and sucked her into his mouth.
She arched into his carnal kiss.
Jess was the picture of erotic abandon with her shirt pushed up around her collarbone, her neck arched gracefully, and her multi-hued braid fell down her bowed back. She clutched his head to her breast, and rolled her hips into the hot brand of his erection. But even as her body responded to his with unbridled passion, he could feel her emotional reticence. He hardened even further as she purposely rubbed herself against the pipe in his cargoes.
It had been like this in England too. They'd barely touched each other and her clothes were coming off and he was about two seconds from blowing.
"This is a very bad idea," he said, even as he sipped and kissed his way to her other nipple. God forbid he not give equal attention to both her breasts.
"Mmmm, hmmm," she agreed as she scraped her nails down his back and tugged his t-shirt out of his pants.
He stopped suckling her long enough for her to yank the shirt up his body and over his head. Then he returned his attention to her breasts.
As soon as his chest was bare, Jess stroked her hands over his body, stopping to play with his nipples and then heading south to his waistband. With greedy fingers, she quickly unbuckled his webbed belt, and unzipped his fly.
"Commando," she murmured. "Love that."
A crash from somewhere outside his tent stole Colin's attention momentarily. He held her neck in one hand, with his other hand he continued to play with her breasts, while he carefully searched the shadows for any threat. As he assured himself there was no concern, he realized that anyone outside would have a clear view of what they were doing. "Time to move, love."
The dazed look in her glowing green eyes was a total ego boost. She had abandoned the need to hold back and had relaxed against him. He grinned and lifted her into his arms. Colin carried her to the twin size cot shoved in the back corner of his tent where they would be mostly hidden behind files and the desk. It was darker here but he could still see her tanned skin shimmering with a light sheen of perspiration as he lay her down on the rough cotton sheets. With an impatient jerk, he ripped the tank up and over her head.
Before he could think about what a mistake this was, he maneuvered alongside her on the narrow bed. Colin cupped her head in his palm and held her still for his kiss. The meeting of their mouths was frantic, urgent, as if she couldn't get enough of his taste. He inserted his leg between hers and the heat of her sex seared his thigh. Her arousal, their mingled scents, perfumed the close air of the tent. Her naked breasts rubbed against his pectorals, as they melded together. Her strong deadly hands already had his pants down around his thighs so she could reach his cock. Her supple fingers wrapped around him and Colin's eyes rolled back in his head.
Shite. Her firm grip and the erotic slide of her hand on his cock were heaven. It had been six long months since he'd felt anything but the company of his own hand.
He skimmed his palm down her concave stomach and deftly unbuttoned her jeans. In the sticky humidity getting her pants off was going to be a bitch. He couldn't wait that long to feel her again. Colin pressed the heel of his hand flat against her belly and slid his fingers under the plain elastic band of her cotton panties before he entered her hot wet depths.
With his middle finger he rubbed at the button of her clit feeling the wetness that already coated her curls. He experienced a moment of triumph. When he slid his finger inside, her low throaty moan rippled in the air, and his spirits soared. Fuck, yes.
She gripped him firm and tight in her slightly callused palm and proceeded to rock his world. The ferocity of her kiss took him by surprise. She devoured his mouth, nipped his bottom lip and then thrust her tongue inside to the rhythm of her hand on his cock.
Colin couldn't bear it any longer. He needed to be inside her. Yesterday.
He withdrew his finger, beyond pleased at her involuntary whimper and quickly shoved her jeans down to her knees. Jess planted her feet and lifted her hips to help him rip the jeans down her legs but then she needed to get her shoes off. Colin went to work on his own cargo pants. The Velcro flap ripped open loudly in the still air, the only other sound was their mingled breaths. He slipped the foil packet from one of the patch pockets then dumped the pants on the floor and turned back to her.
Jess's bra dangled from her shoulders. The glimmer of light from the glow of a nearby tent cast shadows over her face, visible were the glint in her hazel eyes, her wet nipples from his mouth, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she waited for him to protect her.
He remembered everything about their one intensely erotic encounter in London. With unerring accuracy, he skimmed his palm along the outside of her thigh then gently lifted her leg and curled it over his hip, opening her to his sensual invasion. After donning the condom, in one smooth move, Colin slid his cock inside her slick channel and savored the sensation of coming home.
Jess caught her breath and canted her hips toward him.
Her hands were insistent and hard on his butt as she urged him silently forward. But Colin had no intention of taking this too fast, he was going to savor the hot clasp of her sex.
He began a slow easy glide in and out of her body, angling his hips so that with every movement he rubbed that hidden spot. Each time her body tensed and tightened around him. Colin's balls tightened and his orgasm built at the base of his spine. Even so, he kept his movements deliberate and far too slow for his sweet impatient Jess.
She squeezed his ass and whispered harshly, "Faster."
"All in good time, love." Colin laughed softly at her growl of frustration.
She firmly took matters into her hands and rubbed her index finger along the swollen gland beneath his balls. "Masochist," she taunted, trying to goad him into going faster.
To appease her, he increased his pace and the intensity of his thrusts.
"Ah, love." He groaned again as her sweet channel squeezed harder, and he abandoned his attempts to tease her. She approached sex like she approached life: Head on and insistent, with no apologies for who she is and what she wants. He loved that about her.
Jess writhed in frustration. She wanted to come and she wanted it now. What the hell was with his need to control every little detail? The last time they'd been together she hadn't minded but right now she wanted to screech at him.
She slammed against him, and clenched her hands on his ass so hard, he'd have marks later, she thought with a fierce thrill.
That bundle of nerves inside seemed to swell so that each time he moved inside her the head of his cock massaged her g-spot and ramped her body to a new level.
Jess's focus narrowed to each glide of his body. His sleek muscles surrounded her. Her hearing tunneled to the chirp of the crickets outside the tent, the swish of wind through the encampment, and the rustle of the sheets as he moved inside her. A tingle started at the tips of her toes and zipped through her body like lightening. Pure silence rent the air, just like those precious seconds before she pulled the trigger.
Every tiny detail was hyper-exaggerated, the ridged head of his cock, the slick slippery wrap of his arms around her, the meaty bulk of his body between her split thighs, the heft of his ass in her hands. For one moment of expectancy, she hung on the precipice.
Then with one powerful thrust, he swelled even harder inside her, and she shot over the edge with the force of a round exiting the rifle's barrel. Her mind and body fragmented into a zillion pieces as she lost sight and sound and could only feel as her sex contracted almost painfully around his hard, thick length.
Jess swallowed a gasp, trying desperately to be silent. Colin powered in and out of her, each pummeling thrust hit her g-spot, forcing her orgasm to go on and on. The need to let loose a keening moan as sensations bombarded her was enormous. Jess sank her teeth into the bunched muscles of his shoulder to hold back the erotic sound as Colin pumped inside her still hard and big. Each throb sent an answering pulse through her sex. She was one giant nerve ending. And Jess knew that he would hold on until he was sure she had wrung every drop of pleasure from her orgasm.
But she wanted him with her. Wanted him to experience the same intense overwhelming, mind blowing explosion that she had. Because when he did, she moved to another plane.
Every time they had sex, she felt another piece of her soul twine with his. They fit together with an ease that usually took years to obtain. His relaxed acceptance of her need to control and be in charge was unprecedented. Of course, then he blatantly overrode her instincts and took control, which caused a fierce battle of will. But they both were grinning while they fought.
Jess had curled her arms around Colin's head, holding him to her breast, as her sex continued to pulse around his cock. Her heart beat so hard, the thud echoed against his cheek, even as his own heart bumped at the same dizzying rate.
Once he was assured of her satisfaction, Colin hurtled into the abyss of sexual oblivion. His vision dimmed as he emptied his mind as well as his body. Her body continued to pulse around him, and he bent and sucked one tight bud into his mouth hard.