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Being nervous never crossed Savi’s mind as she led her new “friend” through the lively streets of São Paulo, with their hands intertwined. Halfway to her hotel, she stopped to whisper something in his ear, then waited for him to nod his acceptance before they continued on. He said nothing, made no moves to touch her any more intimately until they reached the door of her hotel room.
He stood behind her as she fished her room key from her purse, then grabbed her at the hips, pulling her against him. With one arm hooked around her waist, he used the other hand to move her hair aside, clearing a space to press his lips to her neck.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, as his tongue replaced his lips, licking and sucking, teasing his way up to her ear until she was panting, and short of breath. She shoved the keycard into the slot, yanked it out once the indicator turned green, then opened the door.
He pushed her inside, then thrust her toward the table that butted against the couch in the middle of the room. She turned to him, grinning as he shoved her backward until the hard edge of the table pressed against the back of her thighs. Easily, he lifted her off her platform heels and placed her on the cold, polished surface.
“You said don’t be gentle, right?” he asked, reaching under her skirt. “I’m not down with smacking you around or anything like that, but...” As he said that, he yanked her panties away from her body, wrenching them down her legs. “We can certainly get a little wild.”
Savi squirmed against the cool marble on her bare skin, arching against him as he pushed a first, then second finger inside her. “Definitely not into getting hit,” she breathed, gripping the edges of the table. “If you tried it, I might have to kill you.”
He laughed, and she did too, knowing he didn’t realize just how serious she was. Their eyes met, and their gazes held for a moment before he cupped her face in his free hand, and did something that defied the request she’d made on the way to the hotel: He kissed her.
Gently .
But she couldn’t make herself pull away. She stayed right where she was, enjoying every second as he sucked her bottom lip, drawing it between his, nipping, kissing, slipping his tongue into her mouth to meet hers. The smoky sweet flavor of their beers from earlier lingered on his lips and tongue, and she savored it. His fingers were hot and skilled, stroking her into a frenzy, and she savored those too.
Slipping her hands under his tee shirt, she let her fingers skim over the defined ridges of his stomach, getting high off the feeling of her skin against his. She moved her hands along his waist, around to his back, as one of his hands crept under her shirt as well.
She gave in, losing herself in pleasure as he cupped one of her breasts through her bra. Her fingers touched something hard, hot at his waistband at the same time he hesitated, with his hand between her breasts.
Shit .
They reacted at the same time, with her kicking him away, even as he stepped back. She swallowed hard, heart racing, still throbbing between the thighs as she looked down the barrel of her own gun, pulled from the holster attached to her bra.
He held it like he meant it, aimed directly at her face.
But that’s okay , she thought. She was holding his gun like she meant it, too. If he looked like he wanted to make a wrong move, she would put two between his eyes before he finished the thought.
“Who the fuck are you?” she snapped, closing her legs, then sliding down from the table, never taking her eyes off her suddenly unwelcome guest. She knew better than to invite him up without checking him for weapons, knew better than to let him find hers. But her mind was clouded in a way it normally wasn’t when she was on the job, swimming in the guilt of taking another life. She was looking for an escape from that… and had apparently walked into a trap.
He shook his head. “I’ve got the same
Being nervous never crossed Savi’s mind as she led her new “friend” through the lively streets of São Paulo, with their hands intertwined. Halfway to her hotel, she stopped to whisper something in his ear, then waited for him to nod his acceptance before they continued on. He said nothing, made no moves to touch her any more intimately until they reached the door of her hotel room.
He stood behind her as she fished her room key from her purse, then grabbed her at the hips, pulling her against him. With one arm hooked around her waist, he used the other hand to move her hair aside, clearing a space to press his lips to her neck.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, as his tongue replaced his lips, licking and sucking, teasing his way up to her ear until she was panting, and short of breath. She shoved the keycard into the slot, yanked it out once the indicator turned green, then opened the door.
He pushed her inside, then thrust her toward the table that butted against the couch in the middle of the room. She turned to him, grinning as he shoved her backward until the hard edge of the table pressed against the back of her thighs. Easily, he lifted her off her platform heels and placed her on the cold, polished surface.
“You said don’t be gentle, right?” he asked, reaching under her skirt. “I’m not down with smacking you around or anything like that, but...” As he said that, he yanked her panties away from her body, wrenching them down her legs. “We can certainly get a little wild.”
Savi squirmed against the cool marble on her bare skin, arching against him as he pushed a first, then second finger inside her. “Definitely not into getting hit,” she breathed, gripping the edges of the table. “If you tried it, I might have to kill you.”
He laughed, and she did too, knowing he didn’t realize just how serious she was. Their eyes met, and their gazes held for a moment before he cupped her face in his free hand, and did something that defied the request she’d made on the way to the hotel: He kissed her.
Gently .
But she couldn’t make herself pull away. She stayed right where she was, enjoying every second as he sucked her bottom lip, drawing it between his, nipping, kissing, slipping his tongue into her mouth to meet hers. The smoky sweet flavor of their beers from earlier lingered on his lips and tongue, and she savored it. His fingers were hot and skilled, stroking her into a frenzy, and she savored those too.
Slipping her hands under his tee shirt, she let her fingers skim over the defined ridges of his stomach, getting high off the feeling of her skin against his. She moved her hands along his waist, around to his back, as one of his hands crept under her shirt as well.
She gave in, losing herself in pleasure as he cupped one of her breasts through her bra. Her fingers touched something hard, hot at his waistband at the same time he hesitated, with his hand between her breasts.
Shit .
They reacted at the same time, with her kicking him away, even as he stepped back. She swallowed hard, heart racing, still throbbing between the thighs as she looked down the barrel of her own gun, pulled from the holster attached to her bra.
He held it like he meant it, aimed directly at her face.
But that’s okay , she thought. She was holding his gun like she meant it, too. If he looked like he wanted to make a wrong move, she would put two between his eyes before he finished the thought.
“Who the fuck are you?” she snapped, closing her legs, then sliding down from the table, never taking her eyes off her suddenly unwelcome guest. She knew better than to invite him up without checking him for weapons, knew better than to let him find hers. But her mind was clouded in a way it normally wasn’t when she was on the job, swimming in the guilt of taking another life. She was looking for an escape from that… and had apparently walked into a trap.
He shook his head. “I’ve got the same
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