Dangerous Assignment (Aegis Group Book 4) by Sidney Bristol Page B

together.
    He could imagine doing this, buried inside of her. She’d make him come long before he was done, that was for sure. He switched breasts, applying the same counterpoint of gentle to rough.
    Her hand slid between them, stroking his erection through his trousers.
    “Luke.” She said his name like a plea.
    He shifted, laying her down on the day bed, and rose over her. She cupped one breast. Her dark hair, spread out against the white sheets, was sensual. He wanted to bury his hands in it, do things to her mouth. But her hand was traveling lower.
    “Mine.” He pushed her hand away and cupped her mound, the heat of her pussy searing his fingers through the fabric.
    She gasped, a smile curling the corners of her mouth.
    He clawed at her belt, the button, and zipper. Underneath it she was soft, wet, ready. She kicked off her shoes, and he yanked her clothes down her long, lean legs leaving her naked in their borrowed bed.
    She drew her knees up, lips parted, eyes on him.
    This was about her. Her pleasure.
    He grasped her ankle and bent to kiss the arch of one foot, then the other. He started slow, working his way up her ankles and calves. Around the time he reached her knees she dipped her fingers into her pussy, distracting him for a moment. He covered a whole six inches before he remembered to slow down. Savor everything.
    Luke grasped her wrist as he neared the apex of her thighs and pulled her fingers away. He locked eyes with her and sucked the digit between his lips, tasting her. Her tongue darted out, over her lips.
    Did she want a taste of him?
    Too bad.
    He released her and slid his fingers between her labia, feeling her wetness.
    “Luke.” She reached for him, but he guided her hands to the sheets.
    “Remember, you can’t scream,” he said.
    “I don’t scream.”
    He grinned. Someday he’d figure out what did make her scream.
    Luke eased down to his elbows, wedging her legs farther apart, spreading her open. He leaned in and kissed her mound, the delicate skin over her clit, and then her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her. Her hips came up off the bed, and he was there to cup her ass, hold her right there .
    Her hips shifted, grinding against his face. Two fingers slid down around her clit. She captured the nub, rubbing it just the way she liked while he got a front row seat, fucking her with his tongue. Her thighs tightened around him, drawing him closer, deepening his thrust. Her fingers worked and she groaned.
    The taste of her cum hit his tongue the same moment her spine bowed. He kept stroking her, giving her the even, easy rhythm that had stolen her mind until she lay lax and spent in his hands.
    Luke eased her to the bed and kissed her thigh, her hip. He adjusted his erection before crawling up to lay next to her.
    Abigail rolled toward him, one arm across his chest. Her eyes weren’t quit focused, but her lower lip was damp and swollen. She looked like a woman well-fucked, with her hair wild and that gleam in her eye.
    Her hand stroked his chest, his abs. She leaned over him, her face lost in the shadow of her hair, and kissed him. Slow, steady, her tongue flicked along his lips while her hand wiggled past his remaining clothing, her fingers caressing his cock.
    He rocked into her hand. It felt so damn good. But this was about her.
    Luke tugged her away.
    “We should sleep,” he said.
    “You haven’t made love to me yet,” she whispered.
    “I don’t have a condom.”
    “I can’t get pregnant.”
    “But what about—”
    “I don’t have anything.” She cupped his cheek. “I can’t hurt you more than I already have.”
    “You haven’t hurt me.” Not that he didn’t doubt she could.
    She bent her head and set her lips against his. Her hand twisted in his grasp, slipping free. She straddled his thighs, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding both down, freeing his cock.
    He should stop her. But all he could do was watch her push his pants down enough to get