admitted, “It’s one of many more dubious skills I possess. I had something of a shady past before Jackie’s father took me under his wing and taught me to be a PI. If not for him, I think I probably would have become a criminal. Fortunately, he caught me while I was still young.”
Much to his surprise, the words made Mirabeau’s mouth widen into a full-fledged smile. Moving toward him across the bathroom, she chuckled, and admitted, “That touch of shadiness just makes you even more attractive.”
Tiny felt his eyebrows rise and smiled. He was certainly attracted to her and had hoped it was returned, but while Marguerite was hoping they were life mates, and Stephanie had made a comment or two about their lusting after each other, he hadn’t really seen any evidence of it from Mirabeau before then. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, but she had been all business up until that moment, so he said, “More attractive? You do find me attractive then?”
“Oh, yeah,” she assured him huskily, glancing down and running one finger lightly along the bare skin just above the towel around his waist.
Tiny sucked in a breath, his stomach jumping and his body along with it. He wasn’t at all surprised to see his towel tenting outward as little Tiny came to roaring life. Neither was he surprised that Mirabeau’s smile had widened even farther and now had a satisfied edge.
Her eyes were beginning to glow with what he knew was evidence of her own desire when she lifted her face to his again, and her voice was a soft growl as she said, “After this assignment is done, we’ll have to do something about that.”
Tiny was already reaching for her, and her words didn’t stop him from drawing her forward to press against his chest and other less flat parts.
“Why wait?” he growled, then covered her mouth with his. He kissed her with all the desire he’d been experiencing since joining her in the tunnels. His mouth was demanding, and even though he was getting a response, he knew she was holding back, that her sense of duty was struggling with her own desire, and she wasn’t giving him all of herself.
Breaking the kiss, he began to nibble his way across her cheek to her ear, and whispered, “We’re on a break right now. Stephanie’s safe and probably sleeping, and we have a couple hours before dawn…consider this a dinner break.”
Mirabeau pushed him away so swiftly, he thought at first he’d somehow offended her, but then she kept pushing, urging him away from the bathroom door and backward across the bedroom to the king-sized bed. Tiny felt it bump up against the back of his legs, then Mirabeau was pushing him back onto it and climbing on top of him to straddle his toweled hips.
“Dessert, not dinner,” she whispered, and bent forward to kiss him. This time she unleashed all the passion he’d suspected she was holding back…and more. She was like molten fire, pouring over him, her mouth melting into his, and her body plastering itself to him like warm wax. Her hands caught and pinned his to the bed, and she slid her tongue into his mouth and did things that had him groaning and thrusting his hips upward against her.
Mirabeau’s own hips were not still. She was shifting and rotating on his groin, her breasts pressing against and rubbing across his chest as she did, the combination sending his excitement through the roof, so that it seemed to vibrate through him in waves, growing stronger with each reverberation. Growling low in his throat, Tiny tugged at his hands, managing to catch Mirabeau by surprise and pull free of her hold. They were immediately everywhere, trying to touch all of her at the same time, first sliding up her sides, then covering her breasts through the cloth of the thin cotton tank top she wore then shifting to slide beneath it to touch her bare skin.
Christ, I’ve never experienced this kind of passion before, Tiny thought faintly, as his fingers slid over the hot skin of
Much to his surprise, the words made Mirabeau’s mouth widen into a full-fledged smile. Moving toward him across the bathroom, she chuckled, and admitted, “That touch of shadiness just makes you even more attractive.”
Tiny felt his eyebrows rise and smiled. He was certainly attracted to her and had hoped it was returned, but while Marguerite was hoping they were life mates, and Stephanie had made a comment or two about their lusting after each other, he hadn’t really seen any evidence of it from Mirabeau before then. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, but she had been all business up until that moment, so he said, “More attractive? You do find me attractive then?”
“Oh, yeah,” she assured him huskily, glancing down and running one finger lightly along the bare skin just above the towel around his waist.
Tiny sucked in a breath, his stomach jumping and his body along with it. He wasn’t at all surprised to see his towel tenting outward as little Tiny came to roaring life. Neither was he surprised that Mirabeau’s smile had widened even farther and now had a satisfied edge.
Her eyes were beginning to glow with what he knew was evidence of her own desire when she lifted her face to his again, and her voice was a soft growl as she said, “After this assignment is done, we’ll have to do something about that.”
Tiny was already reaching for her, and her words didn’t stop him from drawing her forward to press against his chest and other less flat parts.
“Why wait?” he growled, then covered her mouth with his. He kissed her with all the desire he’d been experiencing since joining her in the tunnels. His mouth was demanding, and even though he was getting a response, he knew she was holding back, that her sense of duty was struggling with her own desire, and she wasn’t giving him all of herself.
Breaking the kiss, he began to nibble his way across her cheek to her ear, and whispered, “We’re on a break right now. Stephanie’s safe and probably sleeping, and we have a couple hours before dawn…consider this a dinner break.”
Mirabeau pushed him away so swiftly, he thought at first he’d somehow offended her, but then she kept pushing, urging him away from the bathroom door and backward across the bedroom to the king-sized bed. Tiny felt it bump up against the back of his legs, then Mirabeau was pushing him back onto it and climbing on top of him to straddle his toweled hips.
“Dessert, not dinner,” she whispered, and bent forward to kiss him. This time she unleashed all the passion he’d suspected she was holding back…and more. She was like molten fire, pouring over him, her mouth melting into his, and her body plastering itself to him like warm wax. Her hands caught and pinned his to the bed, and she slid her tongue into his mouth and did things that had him groaning and thrusting his hips upward against her.
Mirabeau’s own hips were not still. She was shifting and rotating on his groin, her breasts pressing against and rubbing across his chest as she did, the combination sending his excitement through the roof, so that it seemed to vibrate through him in waves, growing stronger with each reverberation. Growling low in his throat, Tiny tugged at his hands, managing to catch Mirabeau by surprise and pull free of her hold. They were immediately everywhere, trying to touch all of her at the same time, first sliding up her sides, then covering her breasts through the cloth of the thin cotton tank top she wore then shifting to slide beneath it to touch her bare skin.
Christ, I’ve never experienced this kind of passion before, Tiny thought faintly, as his fingers slid over the hot skin of
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