Seize (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 2: Erotic Romance by Gina Watson

scratched her head and sat up. “And why am I fleeing without you?”
    “It’s plan B. I don’t think it will come to that, but if I am incapacitated, that’s the protocol.”
    “Where’d you get the key?”
    “Don’t worry about it. Just keep it on you at all times.” His fingers raked her back, but the way he spoke so coldly about the plans gave her a shiver. Like hell that was plan B. She wouldn’t leave him behind to be hurt.
    “You seem so serious.”
    “I am fucking serious. None of this is a joke. Those men that came after you work for an organized crime ring. Nicolas is deeply involved. Deeper than I ever thought possible.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I didn’t want to involve you in any of this, but I think it’s important you know just what you’re up against.”
    She laced her fingers in his. “We’re up against.”
    The silence grew, and her thoughts wondered. Did he plan to kill Nicolas? She worried for Augie’s safety. And his mental state. He already had nightmares. Bad ones.
    What would happen to him if he killed Evie’s husband?

Chapter 8

    She stared at his lips and just that fast, Augie wanted her mouth. Reading his mind, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and explored. He let her lead. Her little pants and moans made him ache as she squirmed atop his cock. Tentative nips and tastes turned into a hypnotic rhythm as her ripe lips softly took his mouth, her tongue slipping in and exploring.
    In an effort to slow them down, his hands roamed up her ribs. His touch focusing on each separate valley and peak. Like his own breathing, hers was erratic and shallow. The fingers in his hair tugged hard while strangled sighs flared from her throat. If they didn’t stop now, they’d go too far.
    “Augie.”
    Whispered feminine pleas hit his ears.
    “Please, I need you.”
    Heat ground into his crotch from where she twitched above him.
    “I want to taste you.” When her hand landed on his lap, expletives spewed from his mouth.
    He couldn’t undo his fly fast enough, so she took over. Soft fingers slid into his shorts and wrapped around his dick.
    “I want you to take off your jeans.”
    “So bossy, Miss Brown.” In a flash he was standing, leaving her on the couch, searching for him.
    When her gaze locked onto his she said, “Shorts too.”
    Stopping his striptease, he contemplated her last prompt.
    “What?” she said. “I’ve already seen it—in all of its glory.”
    He smirked. “My issue is that you’re fully clothed.”
    Smiling, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and unclasped her bra. She held the cups to her breasts. “It’s kind of cold in here.”
    “I’m counting on it.”
    He winked at her, and then a small silky polka dot bra landed on his head. She unfastened her jeans, lifted her ass from the couch, and shimmied out of them.
    Both in their underwear, they were at a standoff as they sized one another up.
    “Count of three: one, two, three.”
    Completely naked, he stood and she sat. Given her angle, looking up at his erection, he would have appeared huge. Her gasp confirmed his thought. He pumped his cock a few times. “You still wanna take this in your mouth?”
    Her tongue darted out, and she licked her full pink lips. “Absolutely.”
    He sat and placed a pillow between his feet, then motioned her into position. She knelt, and his hands gathered her hair at her nape. Timid, she took his weight into her hands.
    “Each time it’s heavier than I expect it to be.”
    He smiled and collected her stray curls. She pumped his length, and a low growl escaped from her throat. Moist velvet euphoria blanketed him as she molded her lips around his glans. Her moans vibrated along his length, and he ached, harder than he’d ever been in his life. Sweet sighs combined with her gentle exploration had him reeling as he watched her gradually swallow his cock, cradling him with the underside of her tongue. Her small hands massaged the length not taken