Page 27 of The Agent
“Good point. Keep moving, cowboy.” She tightened her legs around his waist and he started toward her bedroom.
“I’m tempted to make a bad pun about riding, but I don’t want to ruin the mood,” he said.
The mental image of her astride his naked body made her hiss in a breath of anticipation. “I think you just improved my mood.”
He strode through the door and laid her down across the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders so that his biceps swelled under his T-shirt. He stood between her thighs and stared down at her. “God, you’re amazing.”
She reached up to brush her fingers over his short-cropped hair, wishing it were longer so she could better feel the texture of it. “I want tofeelamazing,” she said, dropping her hands to unbutton her blouse.
He took one of her wrists and tugged it away. “That’s my job.”
“I’m just trying to move things along.” The ache between her legs intensified as her craving to feel his hands on her built with every touch.
He put one knee on the bed beside her hip, his weight making the mattress dip. “Some things need time. This is one.” He slipped his fingers around her rib cage so that his thumbs rested on her nipples. He began to stroke in slow circles, moving the silk of her blouse over the lace of her bra with an exquisite friction that made her arch up for more. The man knew what he was doing and she appreciated that.
“Beautiful,” he breathed as her nipples hardened to points of need.
He increased the pressure and she gasped as electric desire shot down to her belly. Then his fingers were at her buttons, swiftly opening the blouse and easing her bra up to expose her breasts. He leaned down to suck one sensitized nipple into his mouth while he cupped the other in his big hand. She grabbed fistfuls of the quilt as the heat and the wet and the suction on her skin twisted the coil of longing tight inside her.
“More,” she begged, pushing her breast farther into his mouth.
He let her feel just the slightest scrape of his teeth—adding an edge of intensity to the sensations ricocheting through her—before he skimmed his hand down to the top of her thighs. She gave him enough room to work his fingers down where she wanted them and then she rocked her hips into his hand. He rubbed hard, his strength compressing the denim against her throbbing clit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she breathed as everything fed into the pinpoint of pure longing deep down in her body. He pulled on her nipple with his mouth and wedged his hand tighter against her and then she exploded into orgasm, bowing up from the bed as her muscles and nerves convulsed with the power of her release. Then she convulsed again and a third time before she collapsed back down onto the bed, delicious aftershocks shivering through her.
When she opened her eyes, Tully was lying on his side next to her, his head propped on one hand, looking down at her with a bemused smile quirking the corners of his lips.
“You’ll have to go slowly with the next one,” she said. “That one couldn’t wait.”
“It’s good to take the edge off.” He leaned over to kiss her. “And that was very, very hot.”
She could feel his erection against her hip, so she believed him. She smiled and reached up to trace the scar in his eyebrow while satisfaction hummed through her lax body. “Where did that come from? Chasing bad guys?”
The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Falling off a horse when I was thirteen. I hit a fence post on the way down.”
“Ouch.” She saw a jagged patch of scar tissue she hadn’t noticed before low on the side of his neck. She touched it. “And this one?”
He grimaced. “That was from a bad guy.”
She followed the edges with her fingertip. “Not a bullet, I hope.”
“A broken bottle. Surprising what a good weapon that makes.” He took her hand and kissed her palm. “I should warn you that there are a few more under my clothes.”
“I’m not surprised, given what you do for a living.” She slid her hand under his T-shirt, running her palm over his abdomen before she gave him a siren smile. “I’d like to find out where the rest of them are.”
“All you have to do is ask.” Using those impressive abdominal muscles, he curled his body up just enough to get his back off the bed, crossed his arms in front of him, and yanked his shirt up over his head before he settled back onto his side.
His chest was lightly furred with brown hair that arrowed down to his waistband. His abs were ridged exactly like a washboard, and he had those sexy indentations that came around each hip before swooping toward his groin.
She whistled. “Well, that’s quite a sight.” His massive shoulders were sculpted with muscle that flexed and jumped as she touched the warm skin.
There were scars too, but nothing shocking, as though he’d managed to dodge the worst of whatever came at him. “I won’t ask,” she said as she ran her finger over a two-inch-long line that slashed across two ribs, surprised at how much the thought of his pain bothered her.
“As long as you keep touching, I’ll tell you anything you want.”
She rolled onto her side and kissed the scar. When she ran her tongue along the raised skin of the old wound, he sucked in a harsh breath. “What about the ones under your jeans?” she asked against his skin.
His laugh was part groan. “You have a unique way of getting a man to undress.”
