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Authors: Nicola Claire
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Mystery, Private Investigators, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Romantic Comedy, romantic suspense, Mystery & Suspense
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He paused, ran a hand seductively down my side to my hip and then dug his fingertips into the flesh there. Almost like he was marking me, from the strength with which he fondled my skin. Everything he did was proprietary. I hadn't quite expected such ownership from him so early on.
Well, I hadn't dared to think of much past the initial 'moment' at all.
"The Kate I know would follow her instructor's directions," he pointed out, letting his breath wash over my skin; hot, slightly sticky, entirely too erotic. He pulled his face back and watched my skin pebble from the effect. Then added, "I wouldn't be surprised if your knives were stacked appropriately, sheathed and oiled and within easy grasp. The soldier in me would appreciate that."
Yes, I could imagine Captain Jason Cain kept his weapons well maintained and equally well stored.
"But," he continued, his hand suddenly stroking slowly around the front of my lower abdomen, and then edging closer to the curls at the top of my thighs. I bit my lip from moaning at the obvious direction his eager fingers were heading, trying in vain to listen to his next words. "Don't get me wrong," he said, as his finger slipped through my folds, seeking entrance, seeking me . "The man in me admires a woman who can defend herself. It is a turn-on."
His one finger was joined by a second as he slowly, languidly thrust them both in and back out, repeating the action with infinite patience, as though he had all the time in the world to make me wetter and wetter and wetter still.
His forearm shifted sideways, making me spread the thigh on top out further, allowing him better access. He rocked his hips, readjusting himself at my back and making me aware of his current aroused state, then pressed his erection in between my butt cheeks, broad tip down, rubbing at the back of my folds with each dip forward. His shaft slid up and down that rear channel with a determined motion that made my heart skip. With his fingers occupying my core I wasn't entirely sure where he thought he was going to place that enlarged organ.
"Now," he said, voice deeper than before, sexily husky, not even trying to hide his turned-on state. "For you Kate, I'd want to see something more than a level head and an abide-by-the-rules character trait." He would?
His lips trailed across my shoulder, up to the soft flesh on my neck where he proceeded to suck and nibble, making me writhe under his touch, arch my back and give him a firm surface to rub back against. His erection came dangerously close to pressing in where no one had ever been before. But for the life of me I couldn't seem to stop my reaction to him. His fingers were deftly seeking my complete surrender, I was losing all perception, my mind closing down to the world outside this room, outside this bed, outside of him . He could have suggested anything right then and I wouldn't have faltered.
He was a dangerous, dangerous man.
He moaned against the length of my sweat soaked neck, thrust a little more firmly between my butt cheeks and said in a decidedly raspy voice, "I'd want you to push the limits." He was losing me. What were we talking about? "I'd want you to surprise me. To never be predictable. To be everything I know you are deep down inside. To let go of your boundaries, to live, to taste. To risk ."
I made a strangled sound that was entirely too sensual. I'd meant to question what he was getting at, but forming words was no longer possible right then.
His fingers still swirled and pumped and tweaked and rubbed deliciously. His lips and teeth grazed and soothed and trailed over my skin. His hard arousal made itself known with each purposeful thrust between my butt cheeks. And the heat of his chest branded my back, seared through my skin, and left an indelible impression on my body from behind.
Then his free hand came around one of my cheeks; hot, roughened skin with each touch, yet gentle in the way he stroked, kneaded, fondled, until his thumb
He paused, ran a hand seductively down my side to my hip and then dug his fingertips into the flesh there. Almost like he was marking me, from the strength with which he fondled my skin. Everything he did was proprietary. I hadn't quite expected such ownership from him so early on.
Well, I hadn't dared to think of much past the initial 'moment' at all.
"The Kate I know would follow her instructor's directions," he pointed out, letting his breath wash over my skin; hot, slightly sticky, entirely too erotic. He pulled his face back and watched my skin pebble from the effect. Then added, "I wouldn't be surprised if your knives were stacked appropriately, sheathed and oiled and within easy grasp. The soldier in me would appreciate that."
Yes, I could imagine Captain Jason Cain kept his weapons well maintained and equally well stored.
"But," he continued, his hand suddenly stroking slowly around the front of my lower abdomen, and then edging closer to the curls at the top of my thighs. I bit my lip from moaning at the obvious direction his eager fingers were heading, trying in vain to listen to his next words. "Don't get me wrong," he said, as his finger slipped through my folds, seeking entrance, seeking me . "The man in me admires a woman who can defend herself. It is a turn-on."
His one finger was joined by a second as he slowly, languidly thrust them both in and back out, repeating the action with infinite patience, as though he had all the time in the world to make me wetter and wetter and wetter still.
His forearm shifted sideways, making me spread the thigh on top out further, allowing him better access. He rocked his hips, readjusting himself at my back and making me aware of his current aroused state, then pressed his erection in between my butt cheeks, broad tip down, rubbing at the back of my folds with each dip forward. His shaft slid up and down that rear channel with a determined motion that made my heart skip. With his fingers occupying my core I wasn't entirely sure where he thought he was going to place that enlarged organ.
"Now," he said, voice deeper than before, sexily husky, not even trying to hide his turned-on state. "For you Kate, I'd want to see something more than a level head and an abide-by-the-rules character trait." He would?
His lips trailed across my shoulder, up to the soft flesh on my neck where he proceeded to suck and nibble, making me writhe under his touch, arch my back and give him a firm surface to rub back against. His erection came dangerously close to pressing in where no one had ever been before. But for the life of me I couldn't seem to stop my reaction to him. His fingers were deftly seeking my complete surrender, I was losing all perception, my mind closing down to the world outside this room, outside this bed, outside of him . He could have suggested anything right then and I wouldn't have faltered.
He was a dangerous, dangerous man.
He moaned against the length of my sweat soaked neck, thrust a little more firmly between my butt cheeks and said in a decidedly raspy voice, "I'd want you to push the limits." He was losing me. What were we talking about? "I'd want you to surprise me. To never be predictable. To be everything I know you are deep down inside. To let go of your boundaries, to live, to taste. To risk ."
I made a strangled sound that was entirely too sensual. I'd meant to question what he was getting at, but forming words was no longer possible right then.
His fingers still swirled and pumped and tweaked and rubbed deliciously. His lips and teeth grazed and soothed and trailed over my skin. His hard arousal made itself known with each purposeful thrust between my butt cheeks. And the heat of his chest branded my back, seared through my skin, and left an indelible impression on my body from behind.
Then his free hand came around one of my cheeks; hot, roughened skin with each touch, yet gentle in the way he stroked, kneaded, fondled, until his thumb
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