Seized (Hostage Rescue Team Series, #7) (13 page)

Her soft little tongue darted out to flick at the crease of his lips. He inhaled sharply, his cock surging at the seductive caress. He imagined that tongue exploring him everywhere, those full lips closing around his cock and sucking...

She continued to torment him, brushing tiny, feather-light kisses around the edge of his mouth. He gave a warning growl to let her know his patience was running thin and she responded by plastering those sinful curves flush against the front of his body.

The feel of her full breasts pressed to his chest and her lower belly cradling his engorged cock was too much. Only a breath of air separated their mouths as she stared up at him, her gorgeous eyes molten with desire.

“Carm,” he grated out, the need to touch her, claim her, almost overwhelming his control.

“Stay still,” she murmured, the hot gleam in her eyes telling him she knew exactly how on edge she had him and was enjoying the hell out of it.

His fingers flexed against the wall, impatient to touch her, peel that sexy dress and whatever she had on underneath it off her so he could finally see the naked body he’d been fantasizing about for far longer than he cared to admit. But he remained in place, palms flat on the wall, dying for her to do more to him.

An appreciative hum sounded in the back of her throat and she finally settled her mouth over his, her hands coming up to cradle his face. He leaned into the kiss, opened for her, unable to keep from doing that much. Her lips were so damn soft, he needed more.

The tender stroke of her tongue along his lower lip made him shudder, then she delved inside to stroke his tongue with hers. Sawyer groaned and pressed his body against hers, crowding her against the wall because he couldn’t stop himself. The feel and taste of her went straight to his head, obliterating everything but the insatiable need she’d ignited.

She nipped at his lower lip, the point of his chin, before skimming her lips down his throat and chest, pausing to lap and suck at his left nipple on the way down his torso. All his muscles drew tight. Hell, he was barely breathing by the time she dropped to her knees before him and undid his jeans.

Any remaining blood in his brain surged south.

After helping her remove his boots and socks he somehow remained still while she eased the denim over his hips and tugged his boxers down to free his cock. It sprang up eagerly, hard and throbbing in front of her face and the way she stared at him, so hungry, made the ache a hundred times worse.

He fisted his hands against the wall and hung on as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, her touch sending an arrow of pleasure rocketing throughout his entire body.

He focused on her face, every precious detail from the dark curve of her lashes against her cheeks and the full, shiny lips inches from where he was dying to feel them. With one slender hand wrapped around the base of him, she squeezed and leaned forward to brush her lips across the sensitive head.

Sweet baby Jesus.

He hissed in a breath, the muscles in his thighs twitching. He was sweating, panting, unsure how much more of this he could take before he snapped. And she was clearly loving it.

Darting a glance up at him, Carmela licked her lips then lowered her gaze back to his cock and enveloped the crown with her soft lips. Slowly. So slowly he couldn’t breathe, thought his heart might stop as the heat of her mouth surrounded him. Scalded him.

He moaned out loud, fighting the urge to thrust into that luscious, hungry mouth.

Sawyer clenched his teeth. Christ. He’d never seen anything as hot as Carmela on her knees for him, fully dressed, her silken mouth wrapped around him. When she sucked on the engorged head lightly, ran her tongue around the lower rim, his control frayed.

His hips rocked forward all on their own, driving his dick deeper between her lush lips. She leaned into the movement, took him deep before lifting her head, her gaze rising to meet his. He growled and flexed his hips again, wanting so badly to wrap his hands in her hair, take control of her movements.

He allowed himself three more slow strokes into her mouth, in and out, and then he was on the edge of coming. It was too good. Too hot. He couldn’t stand it.

“Stop.” His voice was rough. He lowered one hand to grip her hair, gently pulled that sexy mouth off him. He was shaking slightly, heart pounding.

A shudder ripped through him when he at last pulled free of her lips. His dick was shiny and swollen, desperate. He wanted to make her feel the same way, make her this wild before he finally took her to heaven and back. Make her writhe and sob and come against his tongue, around his fingers.

Make her
his
, even if only for the next few hours.

Sawyer instantly pushed the territorial thought aside. He couldn’t think of her in those terms, no matter how much he wanted to. This was a one-time thing, no strings attached. Had to be, to protect both of them from more pain later on. But it was damn hard to remember that when he was so keyed up for her.

Without a word he grabbed her beneath the arms and hauled her to her feet, cutting off the sound of protest she made with a forceful, voracious kiss. He dragged her backward to the bed and kicked off his jeans and underwear, his hands busy pulling the dress up and over her head. His stitches pulled but he barely noticed, too caught up in the tide of desire.

Carmela moved with him, keeping their mouths fused, tongues entwined until he sank onto the edge of the bed and pulled her atop him. She straddled his lap, threw the dress aside and he groaned at the sight of her on display for him.

Her golden skin seemed to glow in the lamplight, those full breasts pushed up in a sexy black lace bra, his necklace dangling between them, her mound covered with matching panties. God, he could already feel her heat through the thin scrap of fabric between her thighs, her center pressed tight to his throbbing cock.

She reached back to unhook her bra, let it fall to the floor and Sawyer was lost as those gorgeous breasts spilled free.

Months, he thought with a low groan. For months and months he’d stolen guilty glances at them when she wasn’t looking, had fantasized about what they’d look like, feel like in his hands and mouth. Wondered how sensitive they’d be, what sounds she’d make when he sucked on their tender tips. Now he finally had the chance to find out.

She’s your best friend’s sister and you’re using her.

Sawyer shoved the guilty thought from his mind. She needed him and he needed her too, and in the end he was too much of a selfish asshole to walk away without this.

He cupped the full mounds in his hands, withholding another groan at the weight and feel of them, her light brown nipples so hard, begging for his mouth. She whimpered when he licked at one, closed his mouth around it to suckle.

Her hands came up to grasp the back of his head, pulling him closer, tighter, as if she was afraid he’d stop.

God, baby, I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.

She twisted in his hold. Christ, the sounds she made as he teased and sucked her sensitive flesh. Plaintive, breathless mewls that tied him in knots, made him want to both soothe and drive her insane with pleasure. And the way she squirmed in his lap, the exquisite pressure against his cock, was pushing him steadily toward release.

He feasted on her tender flesh, reveling in every soft groan, every pleading cry he pulled out of her. It wasn’t enough to simply make her come. He wanted her desperate, begging, ready to explode before he satisfied her. He had only this one night with her and he was damn well going to make it unforgettable.

She was already impatient for more though. Squirming in his grip, little pleas for more spilling from her lips, Carmela released her hold on his head and seized the waistband of her panties, shifted to shimmy out of them.

He released her nipple, glanced down long enough to get a glimpse of a neatly trimmed strip of dark hair covering her mound and the glistening folds between and his mouth watered, suddenly ravenous for the taste of her.

“Come here, baby,” he murmured, stretching out on his back and grabbing her hips to pull her upward toward his waiting mouth.

––––––––

S
he felt dizzy. Drunk, even though the alcohol had long since worn off. Carmela had never been this turned on in her life and she needed him so desperately her chest and throat were tight.

Her legs trembled as Sawyer pulled her up to straddle his face, the painful ache between her legs unbearable. He had her so worked up she couldn’t even think.

Splaying her hands against the headboard she settled her weight onto her knees, gasped as he pulled her closer and raised his head to kiss her swollen, sensitive flesh.

“Closer,” he whispered, his big hands gripping her bottom, pulling her flush to his waiting mouth.

She quivered, moaned when his tongue slid up her tender folds to caress her throbbing clit. A slow seduction of gentle circles, tender flicks. Her eyes slid closed.

She dropped one hand down to cup the back of his head, melting from the inside out, her entire body a mass of trembling sensation. Pleasure gathered deep in her core and spread outward in thick, syrupy waves, pushing her higher and higher up the cliff. God, she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his thick length locked deep in her when she came.

Leaning back, she wrapped her free hand around his erection. He was so thick, it was going to feel amazing when he finally slid into her. He flexed his hips, pushing his erection into her grip, a deep moan of masculine pleasure rumbling up from his chest, vibrating against her core.

His tongue flickered softly at her clit and the looming orgasm rose sharply. “Wait,” she gasped out, squirming free of his mouth. He released her and laid his head on the pillow, those dark, fathomless eyes staring up into hers. “I’m on the pill,” she managed, and when he didn’t argue or try to stop her, she knew it meant they didn’t need a condom. Sawyer would have told her otherwise. She completely trusted him in that.

She shimmied down the length of him to straddle his hips. Just the feel of his hot erection against her slick folds was enough to make her shiver with anticipation. But he sat up to reach for her, wrapped his arms around her ribcage to hold her still and sought a nipple with his hungry mouth.

Pleasure coiled tight inside her, a bright silver wire of sensation connecting her nipple to the ache between her legs. She whimpered and clamped one arm around his head, used her free hand to try and position his cock against her entrance. Again, he stopped her, this time with a low sound of denial.

“Now,” she whispered, barely able to speak for the need tearing through her. “Please now.”

“Not inside you,” he argued against her breast.

What? Irritation rose sharp and fast. “Why n—” Her words cut off abruptly when he began sucking on her nipple once more. He slipped a hand between them to cup her sex and began to gently caress the swollen bundle of nerves at the top, and she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

The fingers of his other hand dug into her back as she moaned and stroked his cock. He stilled, a raw moan ripping free as he tipped his head back. The expression of agonized pleasure on his face snapped the last of her control.

She pumped him slowly with her fist and rocked her hips against his hand, increasing the friction where she needed it most. He slid two fingers into her, easing the terrible ache he’d created, his thumb stroking her clit. And she was lost. Ecstasy shimmered across her skin with each slow motion of her hips.

Sawyer turned his face back toward her breast, his tongue flicking at the rigid nipple before the heat of his mouth engulfed her once more. She cried out and rocked harder in a headlong rush toward the orgasm building deep inside. He held her tight and sucked at her sensitive flesh, his fingers buried inside her.

Her sob of release filled the room as the orgasm hit, an endless tide of pleasure coursing through her. It faded slowly, leaving her trembling and gasping.

Bringing both hands to his head, she lifted Sawyer’s face to hers and kissed him. She caressed his tongue with hers, rubbed her breasts against his chest, his fingers still lodged deep inside her. With a groan he leaned backward, taking her with him.

She braced her elbows on either side of his head and kept kissing him, rocking her hips steadily, savoring the little aftershocks. She’d have preferred coming around his cock rather than his fingers but she understood why he’d refused to cross that final line. He’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm and now she wanted to do the same for him.

He withdrew his fingers, slid his hands into her hair and eased her head up until she met his gaze. “Stroke me more,” he urged in a tight voice.

She was only too happy to comply. But she’d do better than just stroke him.

Carmela sat up tall, watched his eyes as she shimmied down the length of his body, striking the most erotic pose she could think of, ass in the air, hair trailing across his muscular thighs.

It seemed to work for him because he sucked in a breath and his jaw flexed, his hands locking around fistfuls of her hair. Then she took him in hand and lowered her mouth to take him inside. A raw, guttural groan exploded from him as she sucked, ran her tongue around the sensitive head.

His face was rigid, the muscles in his chest and arms bunching. “Slowly, baby,” he rasped out. “Make me work for it.”

He wanted her to draw it out, make it last.

With a tiny smile she did just that, sucking him slow and sexy, adding a little swirl of her tongue that made his breath catch. Enjoyment flowed through her as she pushed him closer to the edge.

It was fascinating and insanely hot to watch his expression change, watch him struggle to stave off the inevitable while she went down on him. Her pulse skipped when he gave a low, tortured moan in the back of his throat, his fingers tightening.

“Harder. Make me come.” The words were a desperate plea.

Triumph and tenderness exploded inside her. She’d done this. Made this proud, powerful man feel so good he was begging for release.

Sawyer squeezed his eyes shut, the bite of his hands in her hair telling her just how close he was. He was so gorgeous like this, desperate for her. All hers, even if only this once. But oh, man, it was going to hurt so bad when they said goodbye.