Page 44 of The Agent
“But I want to come around you.” She curled up from the now-warm stone to put her hands on either side of his head and pull him up from between her thighs. “It feels intense.”
“I’m not going to argue with a lady’s wishes,” he said, his lips glistening and his eyes heavy-lidded. He came to his feet with Natalie’s legs still draped over his shoulders, tilting her pelvis upward. He pulled a condom out of his trouser pocket and rolled it on before he eased the head of his cock inside her.
He grasped her buttocks, his fingers imprinting the soft flesh, and thrust inside her in one smooth movement. She was so wet that he slid in easily and the angle of her hips let him seat himself deeply.
“Oh, yes, Tully!” she said as her body tightened in anticipation of his next stroke.
But he surprised her by releasing her butt and leaning farther into her so he could unbutton her blouse and shove up her bra. Her nipples were already hard and sensitive, so his touch sent an electric streak of sensation down to where his cock impaled her. She used her legs to rock her hips against him.
He made a guttural sound. “Let me play with these beauties a little longer.” He rolled her nipples between his calloused thumbs and forefingers, the dual abrasion pushing her over the edge. She arched up off the countertop as her orgasm crashed over her, squeezing hard around Tully’s cock.
He started to move and that sent her into another paroxysm of mind-bending pleasure so that she screamed his name as she held on to his forearms like a lifeline.
And then he was stroking into her in perfect synchronization with the clench and release of her muscles until, with a wordless shout, he hit his own climax.
Slowly, she became aware of Tully’s big hands splayed on either side of her hips as he braced himself over her with his eyes closed. He huffed out a breath. “That was really something, sugar.”
He opened his eyes, still glowing with desire. He shifted his weight to one arm so he could feather his finger over her cheekbone. “Your skin gets this pretty flush when you come,” he said.
She could feel the tight heat in her face. “That’s because you set fire to my blood.”
“That might be the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Pun intended.” He started to withdraw but she tilted her pelvis to stop him. “Sweetheart, you’ve got to be uncomfortable on that hard countertop. Let me take you to bed.”
“I just want to savor the feeling a little longer.” Although her shoulder blades were a little sore from being pushed against the stone, she liked having Tully over her and inside her and looking down at her as though he wanted to do it all over again.
And it kept her from remembering terrible things.
Natalie sat in bed, watching Tully brush his teeth in her bathroom in his gray sweatpants. His torso was bare, so the lights outlined every curve of his muscles as they flexed with the movement of his arm and shoulder. She liked that he hadn’t closed the bathroom door while he washed up. It seemed homey and normal and she needed that right now.
Although it was strange to have his very masculine presence in her private space. She’d never had a man in this bedroom. It had been a place meant to belong entirely to her, arranged and decorated to her taste and no one else’s.
Yet he fit right in. A soft chime of warning pinged in her brain but she shut it down. This whole relationship was about nothing more than comfort and safety and sex. Once the stalker was caught, it would be over.
Tully finished up, drying his face on the powder-blue towel she’d given him. He looked up from it to catch her gaze on him. “You’re supposed to be asleep, sugar.”
“Not while I have such a spectacular show to watch,” she said.
He looked genuinely surprised. “Me washing?”
“You washing without a shirt on. All those muscles flexing.” She put a purr into her voice.
He chuckled and struck a bodybuilder’s pose, with his arms curved in at his waist so his shoulders bulged and his abdominal muscles rippled like a washboard.
“Yum, makes me want to lick those abs.”
He released the pose and prowled to the bed, crawling onto it to give her a quick kiss as he hovered over her. Then he rolled to the side and slipped between the sheets. “Tomorrow. Tonight we both need rest.”
He pulled her down beside his body, pillowing her head on his shoulder while his arm went around her back.
His weight dented the mattress so gravity pressed her into the solid mass of him, her thin cotton nightshirt offering very little barrier to the feel of his muscle and bone and body heat. Tully was larger and fitter than her ex-husband, so it felt different when she snuggled against him. That was a good thing. Yet it also felt easy. And sexy when she crooked her knee over his thigh, her bare leg brushing against the hair that dusted his skin.
She hesitated to damage the sensual mood, but she’d been thinking about Regina ever since Dobs had told her his wife was pregnant.
“Tully, I’m worried about Regina. If she’s really pregnant, Dobs is going to keep looking for her.” And Regina had no one to help her. “Who knows what he’ll do if he finds her?”
His arm tightened around her. “You’ve got enough problems on your own plate and now you’re worrying about someone else’s?” His lips were warm against her temple. “I’ve already sent out my best investigative team. They’ll find her.”
Hope and admiration flooded through her. He was as concerned about the other woman as she was. “And then what? She can’t come back here because Dobs is already suspicious.”
