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her hips to his.
Becca raised her hands to his neck, threading her fingers into his hair. She pressed closer, rubbing her breasts across his chest, sliding a leg up the back of his calf.
Past reason, he cupped the backs of her thighs and lifted.
Becca wrapped her legs around his waist and Quentin carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the mattress and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Stop me now.”
She released her hold around his neck.
For a moment Quentin thought she was going to tell him to get lost. His gut tightened and he prepared to fight the lust raging through his system.
Then she reached for the hem of his shirt, dragged it up his torso and tossed it toward the chair. “You’re not going anywhere until you finish what you started.”
“I’m no quitter,” he said, bending to press a kiss to the pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat.
Becca ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, sliding into the waistband of his jeans.
Quentin fumbled with his belt and buttons, ripping them open. With Becca’s help, he was out of his jeans and shoes in seconds. Then he worked on getting her naked. Off with the shirt and the baggy pants. She lay there, the light from the nightstand making her tanned skin glow.
He stood beside the bed for a moment, drinking her in with his gaze. “You’re beautiful for a special agent.”
“Uh. Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. For a SEAL.” She took his hand and tugged. “Enough foreplay.”
He dropped to the bed beside her and slid his hand over her arm and across her hip. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“You should know, having sampled so many.” She kissed his lips, cupped his cheeks and kissed them again. “Show me what you learned.”
He obliged, taking his time to fully appreciate the full lushness of her mouth, the taste of her tongue and the long, slim line of her neck. When he reached the mounds of her breasts, he rolled first one, then the other, nipple between his teeth, flicking the tips until they tightened into tasty beads.
She arched her back, pressing her nipple deeper into his mouth, a moan rising up her throat.
Her pure abandon made his groin tighten and his shaft harden to stone. He wanted to take her then, but he knew it might be the only time he would have with this woman. Vowing to savor every moment, he worked his way down her torso, dipping into her belly button and tonguing a path to the soft mound over her sex.
She threaded her hands into his hair, her fingers digging gently into his scalp. “Seriously,” she said, her voice smooth gravel and sexy as hell. “Didn’t any of those women tell you foreplay is overrated?”
He chuckled, blowing a warm stream of air over her heated center. “Are you sure about that?” Then he parted her folds and flicked that nubbin of desire with the tip of his tongue.
Becca drew up her knees, planted her heels into the mattress and raised her hips to his mouth. “Okay, you win. You were right. Holy hell, I’m going to come apart.”
He tongued her again, sucking her flesh between his teeth and nibbling gently.
A moan started low in her chest and rose up her throat, filling the small room with the sound. “Oh, yes. You did learn something.”
While he swept his tongue across that highly sensitive bundle of nerves, he touched a finger to her entrance. She was wet, ready for him and he was ready to take her. But she wasn’t quite there. He focused all of his attention on that one little strip of flesh, flicking, licking and teasing her until she rose up from the mattress, her breath caught and her fingers flexed in his hair.
Her body trembled with the intensity of her release. When she dropped back to the mattress, she sucked in a long, steadying breath and said, “For the love of Mike, come up here already.” She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled.
“Hey, that hurts,” he said, though he didn’t care. He was on his way to where he wanted to
Becca raised her hands to his neck, threading her fingers into his hair. She pressed closer, rubbing her breasts across his chest, sliding a leg up the back of his calf.
Past reason, he cupped the backs of her thighs and lifted.
Becca wrapped her legs around his waist and Quentin carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the mattress and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Stop me now.”
She released her hold around his neck.
For a moment Quentin thought she was going to tell him to get lost. His gut tightened and he prepared to fight the lust raging through his system.
Then she reached for the hem of his shirt, dragged it up his torso and tossed it toward the chair. “You’re not going anywhere until you finish what you started.”
“I’m no quitter,” he said, bending to press a kiss to the pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat.
Becca ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, sliding into the waistband of his jeans.
Quentin fumbled with his belt and buttons, ripping them open. With Becca’s help, he was out of his jeans and shoes in seconds. Then he worked on getting her naked. Off with the shirt and the baggy pants. She lay there, the light from the nightstand making her tanned skin glow.
He stood beside the bed for a moment, drinking her in with his gaze. “You’re beautiful for a special agent.”
“Uh. Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. For a SEAL.” She took his hand and tugged. “Enough foreplay.”
He dropped to the bed beside her and slid his hand over her arm and across her hip. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
“You should know, having sampled so many.” She kissed his lips, cupped his cheeks and kissed them again. “Show me what you learned.”
He obliged, taking his time to fully appreciate the full lushness of her mouth, the taste of her tongue and the long, slim line of her neck. When he reached the mounds of her breasts, he rolled first one, then the other, nipple between his teeth, flicking the tips until they tightened into tasty beads.
She arched her back, pressing her nipple deeper into his mouth, a moan rising up her throat.
Her pure abandon made his groin tighten and his shaft harden to stone. He wanted to take her then, but he knew it might be the only time he would have with this woman. Vowing to savor every moment, he worked his way down her torso, dipping into her belly button and tonguing a path to the soft mound over her sex.
She threaded her hands into his hair, her fingers digging gently into his scalp. “Seriously,” she said, her voice smooth gravel and sexy as hell. “Didn’t any of those women tell you foreplay is overrated?”
He chuckled, blowing a warm stream of air over her heated center. “Are you sure about that?” Then he parted her folds and flicked that nubbin of desire with the tip of his tongue.
Becca drew up her knees, planted her heels into the mattress and raised her hips to his mouth. “Okay, you win. You were right. Holy hell, I’m going to come apart.”
He tongued her again, sucking her flesh between his teeth and nibbling gently.
A moan started low in her chest and rose up her throat, filling the small room with the sound. “Oh, yes. You did learn something.”
While he swept his tongue across that highly sensitive bundle of nerves, he touched a finger to her entrance. She was wet, ready for him and he was ready to take her. But she wasn’t quite there. He focused all of his attention on that one little strip of flesh, flicking, licking and teasing her until she rose up from the mattress, her breath caught and her fingers flexed in his hair.
Her body trembled with the intensity of her release. When she dropped back to the mattress, she sucked in a long, steadying breath and said, “For the love of Mike, come up here already.” She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled.
“Hey, that hurts,” he said, though he didn’t care. He was on his way to where he wanted to
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