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“Maybe. Yes. I don’t know. Please.” Shecouldn’t form words. “Red. More.” Was that her high-pitched beggingvoice that cracked on his name?
“Happy to comply.” The glint in his eyesspoke volumes. Her desire lined up perfectly with his ownagenda.
He pressed her legs back even further andgrowled. “Damn, sweets. You are so beautiful. Amazing.” Bendingdown again, he flicked his tongue over her folds and clit until shewhimpered. He stood briefly. “Look at me, Britt.” She opened hereyes and was rewarded with a view of him putting two fingers in hismouth to wet them, then thrusting both fingers into her.
Her view of the overhead fluorescent lightsdimmed when his fingers curled toward the ceiling as he stroked herinterior vaginal wall. Gasps burst from her mouth in quicksuccession. She clung to the edge of the table.
He pulled his fingers out, crouched down,and licked her clit again.
Quicker, deep thrusts of his fingers tookher over the edge as Britt combusted in a full body climax thatturned her vision dark for several whirling seconds and left herunable to catch a full breath. “Oh my God,” she panted. “Red.” Shetried to lift her head and reach for him, but her body refused torespond.
He sheathed himself in a condom, swept hisfingers inside her again, and withdrew to coat the latex in herwetness. Then he licked his fingers clean. “I will never get enoughof you, sweets. God, you’re beautiful.” He teased her sensitivefolds with the tip of his erection. “I want you so damn much.” Heswiveled his hips and drove in to the limit of her body, stretchingher in every direction. “You feel so good.”
“Agree,” she gasped.
Bending her legs up, he dug his hands intoher thighs and pulled her into him. The skin where they met heatedand rubbed, creating the best friction in the universe.
“Red!”
“Yeah.” He eased out, then slammed back intoher, over and over, until sweat rolled off his creasedforehead.
Tension climbed a new ladder inside of her.Higher and higher, he pushed her. The rhythm and depth increaseduntil she rocked her head from side to side. When he leaned over,Britt grabbed the back of his neck and tugged until he roared,dropping his mouth onto hers and kissing her until his breathbecame hers. Still, his hips kept moving. How much more could shetake? He kept driving her upward. Higher. Faster.
With a spark of light, she came apart again,gripping his t-shirt fabric, clenching him inside as he followedher over his own cliff. Aftershocks raced through her body. Eachlittle movement or swivel of his hip sent delicious shuddersthrough her pelvis.
Resting both forearms on either side of herhead, he didn’t move. He was still seated inside of her, inamazing, heated connection. Her ankles were still locked around hiswaist. He bent down and kissed her, sucking her lower lip into hismouth.
He pulled back a few inches. “Britt. You’reamazing.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
A pause. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
“In the apartment?” Because that was theplan with the security detail.
“In your bed.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Despite being an Energizer Bunny, Britt’sbatteries were 100% drained on Monday morning.
Fabric cutting table sex in the fashion lab.An amazing experience but exhausting.
Britt would have loved to climb all aboardfor more rounds with a hot and hard man like Red, but fatigue gotthe better of her. She remained in his arms for the entire night,waking up five hours later in the same position as when she’dfallen asleep, surrounded by his big frame and muscled limbs. Thealarm blasted her back to consciousness. Time for work. Thenschool.
Her jaw tightened as her back teeth pressedtogether. She’d have to confront Jenna today. Damn it.
With a groan, she turned off the alarm onher phone and pushed to a sitting position. Or tried to. A big,warm arm around her midsection stopped her.
“Morning.” The sexy rumble of his voice wokeher up faster than a double shot of espresso.
“Mmm.” Giving up against his corded embrace,she nestled into his chest and shoulder, like she belonged there.Warmth flowed into her from where her back pressed against his firmchest. He nuzzled the skin of her temple, tickling herhairline.
She sighed and glanced around the smallroom.
Too comfortable. Too perfect. Too temporary,and Britt knew it. Once this business with Lequire ended, Red wouldbe off on another mission. He had his own life to live, after all,and she wasn’t part of that life.
But what if theycouldhave a futuretogether? Not that he’d offered or that she had asked. Besides, shehad her career to build and a bad guy to avoid. Also, Britt knewher own life patterns all too well.
