Page 30 of The Agent
Caleb steadied her, rested one big hand on her hip while the other squeezed and fondled her chest. He shifted his head and tongued her other nipple. Sighed against her flesh as if he’d just discovered a treasure he hadn’t believed existed. By the time the hand he’d placed on her hip slid to the juncture of her thighs, she was so wet and so hot and so ready she exploded almost immediately.
Marley cried out in a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as an orgasm that rivaled a category-5 hurricane slammed into her. Streaks of pleasure burned a trail through her body, growing more intense when Caleb rubbed his palm over her sex. She buried her face against his broad chest, shuddering violently, shamelessly writhing against his hand and taking every last iota of pleasure he could give her.
When she finally crashed back to earth, her pulse racing, her knees wobbling, she saw Caleb looking at her, his expression a combination of satisfaction and awe. Slowly, he slid her bikini panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. And he was completely dressed.
“Gosh, you’re such a tease. Are you going to take your clothes off sometime this century?” she grumbled, her core still throbbing from release.
Chuckling, Caleb reached for his collar, bunched the material between his fingers and yanked the shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest sucked the remaining breath from her lungs. Smooth, tanned skin. Hard muscle and sleek sinew. A six-pack that made it extremely difficult not to drool…
“Better?” he taunted.
“Not yet.” Her gaze followed the thin line of dark hair that arrowed down to the waistband of his jeans. “Take those off.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “If you insist.”
Marley watched, mesmerized, as he tugged on the tab of his zipper. Her mouth went dry in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see him. All of him. Big and naked and—okay, sobigwas definitely the right word. Her thighs clenched at the sight of the long, thick erection revealed after he shucked his pants and boxers.
Caleb Ford was by far the sexiest man she had ever seen. His body was lean and solid, with muscular thighs, a trim waist and broad shoulders. She focused again on the impressive cockjutting toward her and before she could stop herself, she knelt down, bent forward and swiped her tongue along his tip.
Caleb jerked, a deep groan rumbling in his powerful chest. Emboldened, she took another taste, this time a long, slow lick along his shaft. He was velvety soft and rock-hard at the same time, and his salty, masculine taste made her sigh with pleasure.
“Who’s the tease now?” he asked, one hand restlessly stroking her hair.
She looked up at him with a smile. “I’m not teasing. I’m exploring.” Swirling her tongue over the pearly bead of moisture at his tip, she reached out and cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing gently.
This time his groan held a note of desperation. His grip on her hair tightened. He thrust his hips, his cock seeking her mouth. As little flames of excitement licked at her skin, she took him in her mouth and sucked.
“Yes,” he hissed out. “That feels amazing.”
His encouraging words sparked her confidence, inspiring her to take him in deeper. She purred against his hot shaft. She could feel him shaking, could feel the tension in his muscles, the raw passion building in his loins. His cock pulsed beneath her tongue. It thrilled her, knowing she was the one bringing him pleasure, the one stoking all that passion.
Caleb guided her head with his hand, groaning as she drew him in and out of her mouth, as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock at each upstroke.
She was just finding a rhythm, alternating between sharp pumps and long, lazy licks, when he made a strangled sound and withdrew. “I need to be in you, Marley.”
He hauled her to her feet, nudging her so that she could sink down on the sofa. Then he faltered. “I didn’t bring anything,” he confessed.
“My purse,” she squeezed out. “In the hall.”
Nodding, he disappeared from the room, returning a moment later with her bag, which he handed to her instead of rifling through it himself. She found the plastic wrapper in the zippered pouch where she kept her mini first-aid kit. As a nurse, she was always prepared for everything.
Including, apparently, hot and impulsive living-room sex.
A hysterical laugh bubbled in the back of her throat as she hurriedly unwrapped the condom and handed it to Caleb.
He sheathed himself, looking at her with such longing and desire that she forgot how to breathe.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he whispered.
She obeyed him without question, as if spreading her legs for this man was just another requirement for survival, like food, water, oxygen. Never breaking eye contact, Caleb stroked her tender folds with his thumb. He made a ragged sound in the back of his throat, his features taut with barely restrained lust.
Her thighs quivered. Parted even farther. Anticipation coiled inside her, but rather than sliding his thick erection where they both wanted it to be, he got to his knees first and pressed his mouth to her aching core.
When he captured her clit between his lips and suckled, she cried out, shocked to feel another spontaneous orgasm gathering in her belly. Ripples of pleasure danced along her skin, an unbearable fire of need building between her legs.
“I need you in me. Now.” Her voice came out hoarse.
Before she could blink, his mouth left her, and his body covered hers. He positioned himself between her legs, then murmured, “Are you sure about this?”
