How Spy I Am (15 page)

I made a convulsive
grab at my beer bottle as it slipped from my nerveless hand.

“No… no, you didn’t
happen to mention that.” My voice was a papery whisper, and I gave
up and chugged the last of the beer. There wasn’t much left
anyway.

“I could dance for
you.”

Now his movements
weren’t quite so subtle. God, the man moved like a jungle cat. None
of the clumsy gyrating and thrusting I’d seen from cheesy male
strippers. Every one of his movements was smooth sexy power,
sizzling invitation.

“It’s not the kind of
music I used to use.” He reached to turn up the stereo slightly,
the long muscles of his torso undulating under his snug T-shirt.
Bob Seger’s ‘We’ve Got Tonight’ swelled into the room. Kane gave me
a devilish grin. “But you have to admit the message is
appropriate.”

He was moving again,
and I vaguely reflected that I wouldn’t have believed anybody could
dance like that to this song.

Then I abandoned
thought entirely.

Kane slowly pulled his
T-shirt loose from his waistband, swaying to the music, his eyes
hot on me. I caught the flash of a teasing smile before my gaze
snapped down to watch his hands.

Big hands. Powerful,
but with the sensitivity to create that wonderful pen-and-ink art.
And speaking of art…

His hands slid against
his midsection, pushing his shirt up to reveal abs ordered directly
from my catalogue of ideal male body parts. Transfixed, I watched
the muscles ripple with his sinuous movements, the arrow-straight
strip of dark hair below his navel just begging me to follow it
into his pants.

The shirt slid higher,
then dropped abruptly. I repressed a whimper and dragged my eyes up
to Kane’s wicked expression.

“More?” he rumbled,
still moving, still seducing me with the promise of those circling
hips.

“Y-yes… Please.” I
sounded as if I’d swallowed my tongue.

Thank you, Lord, the
shirt lifted a few more inches.

“You’re sure this is
what you want?” he asked. There was melted chocolate mixed up with
that black velvet voice now. Hot, dark, messy, lickable…

“God, yes,
dammit…”

He peeled his shirt
off entirely, and I thanked the merciful gods I was already sitting
so I couldn’t fall down. Though sitting wasn’t all that
comfortable. I squirmed, trying to ease the fierce wet heat.

His hands drifted down
to the button of his jeans.

OhGodOhGodOhGod.

I swallowed with
difficulty, remembering how it had felt to fumble that button open.
Slide that zipper down. Reach in to free that magnificent…

“Stop.” My voice was
nothing but a croak.

The zipper hovered at
its halfway point, his jeans easing lower on his still-moving hips.
A glimpse of black underwear made me shiver with overheated
memory.

I rose shakily. There
was no way this could turn out well. Getting into bed with Kane
would be the dumbest thing I could possibly do. I’d only hurt him,
and he’d end up hating me. I had to walk away now, before it was
too late. Save everybody the pain.

I started to tell him,
and some moron hijacked my mouth.

“I want to watch the
rest of this show from your bed,” it said.

“Is that a fact?” Now
Kane was all tease.

Too late to back out
now. He had me, and he knew it. And I didn’t give a shit about
doing the right thing anymore.

“That’s a fact.” I
stepped forward to run my hands over his chest, savouring all that
hard muscle at last. I was leaning closer to chase his contours
with my lips when he cupped my face in his hands.

“Slow down,” he
said.

Jesus Christ on a
cracker, now he wants to slow down?

“I don’t do slow,” I
said, holding onto the last remnants of my patience.

“Maybe it’s time you
learned. Slow can be amazing.”

“No, slow is
frustrating as hell,” I snapped. “I tried slow once, and
somebody
…” I gave him a significant glare, “…phoned right at
the critical moment with an emergency and I never did get that
orgasm. I don’t do slow.”

Kane laughed. “Humour
me for just a few minutes.” He sobered. “Do you know how long I’ve
waited for this?”

He leaned down to kiss
me, still cupping my face. His lips were gentle, the kiss
unhurried. He pulled away to look into my eyes.

“That one was to say
I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I had to kill your husband.”

“You had orders,” I
murmured. “You didn’t even know me at the time.”

His lips met mine
again. A longer kiss. His hand slid behind my head, holding my lips
where he wanted them. When he pulled away, we were both
breathless.

“That was the one you
should have gotten when I told you I lo…” He stopped. “When you
made it back safely from Victoria,” he finished instead.

Before I could react,
he pulled me close, his kiss harder and hungrier.

“This one,” he
whispered against my lips. “This is the one you should have gotten
when you came in my door tonight. So beautiful. In my house for the
first time.”

I was panting by the
time he broke the kiss, my shaking hands rambling over the hot hard
muscles of his back and shoulders.

Kane’s dilated eyes
met mine. “And this one…” he said hoarsely. “This one… is to
fulfill a promise. A promise I made to myself. That if I ever got
another chance with you, I wouldn’t waste it.”

His hand knotted in my
hair and he pulled me hard against him, devouring my mouth. His
tongue sent liquid heat pulsing through me and I molded my body to
his, barely able to breathe with the need to get him naked
now
NowNOW
, ohmigod, he was so big and hard against me…

He pulled away, making
me moan and nibble my way up his neck, searching for his lips
again.

“You’re right,
dammit,” he gritted. “Slow is overrated.”

He scooped me up, his
shoulders like steel under my hungry hands, and half-ran in what I
desperately hoped was the direction of the bedroom.

It was. Thank God.

He lowered my feet to
the floor beside the bed, and the heat of his kiss made me gasp
under his lips and pull at his jeans with lust-clumsy hands.

Goddamn clothes, whose
stupid idea was clothing anyway?

“Aydan, Aydan…” His
hands imprisoned mine and he pulled away from my lips to look into
my eyes. “I swore to myself I wouldn’t rush this time. I want this
to be good for you…”

“John…” I could hardly
catch my breath. My voice trembled with sheer need. “I appreciate
the thought and we can slow things down for round two if it’s
really that important to you but I swear to God I will never
forgive you
if-you-don’t-just-get-my-clothes-off-and-
fuck-me-right-now
!”

“Just… just a little
slower…” His voice was a hoarse rasp. “Just… I’ll only get to do
this for the first time once.”

“You already-”

He cut off my protest
with his lips. “I know,” he whispered. “But that didn’t count. This
is my first time with you.”

Then his lips were on
mine again, his hands sliding under my T-shirt, burning against my
back, pressing me close. “Just to touch you like this,” he mumbled
against my lips.

His mouth moved to my
ear, sending shivers coursing over me when he nipped my
earlobe.

“Take your shirt off,”
he growled in my ear. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Good God, I thought
he’d never ask. I pulled away just far enough to skim my top off,
feeling his rumble of satisfaction vibrating through my collarbone
as his lips tracked lower.

His mouth and
fingertips traced the swell of my breast above my bra, a
tantalizing touch that made me moan and clutch at the solid
mountains of his delicious biceps.

“Like unwrapping a
gift. A beautiful gift,” he murmured, his lips and tongue blazing a
trail of heat over my cleavage. “I could spend a lifetime
memorizing this…”

Christ, that was about
a lifetime too long for me. I slid a shaking hand down his
washboard abs to the hard ridge in his pants.

“John, please,” I
begged over the sound of his indrawn breath.

“I want to watch you
take off your jeans. Like you did before. When you wore those
leather pants.” Kane’s voice was a ragged rasp. “Take off your
pants for me. Let me see you-”

I skinned out of my
jeans.

“Oh God Aydan…” He
sank to his knees in front of me, his powerful hands sliding up my
legs to cup my ass. “I swear I’ve dreamed about that little black
thong every night since July,” he muttered breathlessly against the
inside of my thigh, his mouth moving slowly higher.

Then higher still.

His finger brushed me
when he eased the fabric aside, and my knees began to quiver
uncontrollably.

“If you do that…” An
involuntary gasp disrupted my words when the touch of his tongue
ignited every nerve ending in my body. “I’ll come right here on
the…
spot
.” The last word wrenched out on a moan as he
tasted me again.

“Would that be so
bad?” The deep vibration of his voice sent another lightning-bolt
of need sizzling through my body.

“
God
,
y
es
… I mean… no…”

His chuckle nearly
tipped me over the edge. My head fell back, eyes half-closing, but
he stood, leaving me panting and trembling while he kissed his way
up the curve of my throat.

“Soon,” he promised in
a rough whisper. “I haven’t finished unwrapping my gift yet.”

His teeth closed
lightly on my neck, wringing another gasp out of me as the
sensation shot directly to places I hoped he’d get to soon, dammit,
soon
.

His hand slipped
around to unhook my bra. He stepped back a pace, catching his
breath when it slid down my arms. He shoved his jeans off and
kicked them aside, and I had only a second to enjoy the view before
he swept me into his arms, skin against hot skin.

His hands moved down
my body, sliding my thong off as he stooped to tease one begging
nipple with his tongue at last.

The jolt of sensation
made me cry out helplessly, my fingers clenching in his hair. One
of his powerful arms closed around me, holding me while he licked
and sucked and nibbled, driving me nearly mad with desire.

His other hand slid
slowly down my ribs. Down my stomach, chasing heat ahead of his
touch. Lower still to find that aching place that needed him so
desperately.

When he stroked me, I
barely recognized my own voice, “OhGodJohn…”

My hips thrust against
his hand, demanding more while his mouth goaded my body to even
more feverish need. In moments, the tightening coil of hot tension
made my breath come faster, little moans escaping me.

When he straightened
to gaze down at me again, I managed to compress my scream of
frustration into an inarticulate open-mouthed whimper. He caught my
clutching hands, clasping them between his own.

“Beautiful,” he said
huskily.

The last of my
patience evaporated. I twisted free of his grip to lunge at him,
toppling him backward onto the bed. He barked surprised laughter,
already rolling with lightning-fast reflexes as I sprang. I was
twisting to pounce on him when he flipped me effortlessly onto my
back.

Looking up at him
kneeling astride me, my breath temporarily stopped while my gaze
devoured massive shoulders tapering to corrugated midsection to
bulging thighs. His hip-hugging black briefs did absolutely nothing
to hide the way everything else was bulging.

I jerked the briefs
down and grabbed a glorious handful of hot, hard Kane. A few short
fast strokes made him gasp, his thighs tensing to chiselled
stone.

“
Now
!” I
grated.

He lunged across me to
yank open the drawer in the bedside table. His fingernails
scrabbled against the smooth cardboard of the unopened box of
condoms, his breath hissing through his teeth, muscles rippling in
his jaw.

I was about to snatch
it away and open it myself when he clenched the box in both fists
and ripped it in half with a roar. Condoms flew in all directions,
and he seized the nearest one.

Then he was on top of
me, his hands demanding, his mouth moving down my body, kissing and
licking and sucking and teasing with electric little nips that
never quite crossed the line into pain.

My entire body was on
fire. I couldn’t tell whether the breathless “PleasePleasePlease”
was coming from my lips or echoing through my brain. An instant
before I combusted completely, he slid up to poise himself above
me, his dilated eyes holding mine.

“Aydan,” he
whispered.

Our explosive cries
mingled when he slid hard into me. All my muscles convulsed, the
aching core of need clamping down and spiralling outward.

If he so much as moved
I’d…

He moved.

Sliding out, driving
deep again, my name rumbling from his lips.

Too big, too hard, too
hot, too-

My orgasm detonated
like a bomb, shockwaves pounding through me while I bucked against
him, impaled on his iron body.

“Aydan, God, Aydan, I
can’t stop now…” His voice was hoarse and ragged, his muscles like
granite above me.

“Don’t stop,” I
gasped. “Don’t you dare stop!”

The last ripples
rolled into the next swells when he groaned and obeyed with deep,
powerful thrusts.

I barely had time to
catch my breath before the waves crashed over me again, but this
time he didn’t slow, his body rock-hard above me, against me,
inside me.

Swept away in the
storm of sensation, I slammed my hips up to meet him again and
again. My nails scored his back while he drove me higher still.

I rode the
incandescent edge for long, glowing seconds until the fierce flood
of ecstasy overwhelmed me again, sweeping away the last shreds of
control. My world contracted to the sound of my cries and the
mindless intensity of release. Timeless moments later, I barely
recognized the sound of my name in his harsh groan.