Page 29 of The Agent
She stood inches away from him, her blond waves cascading down her bare shoulders. A moan lodged in the back of his throat. Before he could stop himself, he slid his fingers down her neck to caress her collarbone. Her skin was hot to the touch. Her sweet strawberry scent seized his senses and wrapped him in a hazy cloud of desire.
Marley stepped closer, pushed her barely covered breasts against him and whispered, “Your touch drives me crazy.”
His pulse began to race. The fog in his brain deepened, making it impossible to form a coherent thought. His cock throbbed relentlessly, so stiff he could hardly move. He trailed his index finger up Marley’s arm, stroking her shoulder, running his knuckles along the curve of her neck. She shivered.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever felt,” he murmured, then lowered his head to kiss the hollow at the base of her throat.
He looked up to see desire reflected in her deep-brown eyes, punctuated by her sharp intake of breath. “You’re teasing me,” she squeezed out.
He pressed his lips to her jaw, tongue darting out for a brief taste. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked in a rough voice.
“No.”
Trying to ignore the heat flooding his groin, he moved his lips over hers. Softly, a mere hint of a kiss. She sighed into his mouth, rubbing her body against him like a contented little cat.
Capturing her bottom lip with his teeth, he swirled his tongue over it, then moved to lick her earlobe. He kissed the tender lobe, then her cheek, her jaw, her shoulder—everything but her lips, which were plump and moist and begging for attention.
She licked them, whispering, “Please,” and finally he gave her what she wanted. Whathewanted.
He claimed her mouth, and a rush of warmth assaulted him, pumping through his veins and making his pulse quicken. She tasted like heaven. As he possessed her lips, his hands cupped her mouthwatering breasts. He squeezed, then dipped his fingers under her lacy bra. Toyed with her nipples, pinched them, made them hard and stiff and watched as her eyelids closed and a moan of pleasure slid out of her throat.
“Please,” she pleaded. “More.”
Her hips moved restlessly, her pelvis sliding over the aching bulge in his pants. “More, Caleb, I need more.”
He knew exactly what she meant. He needed more, too. So much more than he’d ever dreamed himself capable of wanting.
Swallowing, he reached between them and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her pants. It was too late to stop this. Any of this. He was too far gone. And he knew that at this point, there was nothing he could do but hang on for the ride.
CHAPTER 7
MARLEY’S ENTIRE BODYwas on fire as Caleb peeled her pants off her legs and whipped them aside. That same fire smoldered in his blue eyes, the heat of it penetrating her bare skin. Something else flickered in his eyes, too. Wonder, maybe, and a hint of hesitation.
She reached out for him but he stepped back. “No,” came his hoarse voice. “Just stand there for a second. Let me look at you.”
Marley’s arms dropped to her sides. Her cheeks warmed, but she didn’t feel embarrassed. Caleb’s gaze roamed every inch of her body, and each time he lingered, she grew hotter. Wetter. Nobody had ever looked at her like this before. As if she were the most beautiful thing in the world. And he was pretty damn beautiful at the moment, too. His eyelids were heavy, his handsome features creased with blatant sensuality. His breathing sounded labored. So was hers. In fact, if he didn’t touch her soon, she feared she’d stop breathing altogether.
As if he’d read her mind, he moved closer and with the softest of touches, grazed her collarbone with his thumb. “You’re stunning,” he murmured.
“You’re exaggerating.”
He shook his head, dead serious. “And you’re underestimating yourself.” He looked vaguely embarrassed. “I’ve fantasized about you since the day we met.”
She swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His fingers skimmed down her arm, then traveled toward her breasts, which tingled the second his strong hands came near.
He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. Then he ran a finger under the edge of her bra and teased one rigid nipple. “Do you like this?” he asked quietly.
Pleasure coursed through her body, so strong she couldn’t find her vocal cords. So she just nodded, her head lolling to the side as he continued teasing her.
Caleb reached for the front clasp of her bra and popped it open to expose her aching breasts. He sucked in his breath, the passion in his eyes darkening to midnight blue. “Tell me what you like, and what you don’t.” His voice was soft, his face slightly rueful. “I don’t want to be too rough with you. I’m not always gentle.”
He sounded genuine and awkward and she couldn’t help but smile. God, who was this man? In her experience, men didn’t usually take the time to find out what she liked. They just did whattheyliked.
She leaned her bare breasts into his waiting palms and said, “I like everything you do to me, Caleb.”
A fleeting smile lifted the corner of his mouth, and then he lowered his head and pressed his lips to one throbbing breast, making her gasp. The heat of his mouth enclosed her nipple, his tongue darting out and swirling over the aching bud. And then he started to suck, so hard she nearly keeled over from the overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashed into her.
