Page 59 of Agent Zero
He made a sort of strangled sound.She couldn’t tell if it was a despairing groan or a disbelieving laugh.
She had to let go of his hand so he could get his shoes off.The couch accepted his weight with a slight protesting noise, and it was like being in high school again, close quarters and giggling while trying to be quiet.He didn’t smell like Phillip, though, thank God.
No, he smelled familiar.Safe.Cleaner than Phillip, and more intense.
He was almost fever-warm, and he settled her head on his shoulder as if it were a china egg.That was okay, because while he was arranging the blankets with finicky care she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach, hard even under the thermal and flannel, and by the time he realized what she was doing she’d worked the button of his jeans free.
“Holly,” he whispered.
Holly paused.“Do you not want to?I mean, I thought you’d like to.”Wriggling a little closer to breathe in his ear.I’m seducing a superspy.What a way to go.“I really hope you’d like to.”
“I, uh.I have some problems?—”
Sounded like they were bloodflow problems.“Me, too.”She got the zipper down, slid her hand in and found soft flesh over iron.“Hmm.Is this a problem?”
Was he sweating?He seemed to be having trouble breathing, too.At least, he gasped as she worked her hand a little farther in.My, that’s very respectable.A hidden treasure, you could say.
“I haven’t, you know, for a long time?—”
Thought you said you never had a girlfriend.“That’s okay,” she whispered.“We have all night, right?”
“Holly...”He was shaking, so she made a little shushing noise.
“I think I’d like it if you kissed me.”Help me out here a little, superspy.She freed her hand, a little regretfully, tried to move so she could get her elbow down and lift herself enough to look at him.
That set him off.His free hand tangled in her brittle hair, he kissed the corner of her mouth before he got oriented, and it was just like it had been in the hotel room.As if he was drowning, and it wasn’t at all like Phillip or the few run-ins with the male species afterward, before she decided she was better off not getting that close to anyone.
He kept kissing her, so it was up to Holly to start getting their clothes off, and the first shock was the amount of muscle on him.The second was how it moved, fluid and more heavy than flesh had any right to be.Most men felt smaller in the dark, but he most definitely didn’t, and the feverish heat of his skin might have made her cautious if his hands hadn’t started roaming.There was a ripping of material—oh hell, this is a brand-new top—and he was sweating, enough to print on her own cool skin.
Am I cold?I can’t be, he’s just so warm?—
The next shock was just how strong he really was.Holly found herself pinned, the blankets sliding as he kissed down the line of her throat and nipped, lightly, just where it was most sensitive.She gasped and realized he was saying her name, over and over again.
Her legs were tangled with the pajama pants; his mouth moved onto her breast, tongue teasing at her nipple sending a lightning bolt through her, teeth scraping lightly, her legs suddenly free and another of those too-quick movements.He had her wrists again, she slid her knees up and he...
Stopped.
Right there, she could feel him between her legs, a hard probing.But he’d frozen, and she wriggled a little.“Don’tstop!”That’s the worst.And I might not have the energy to try this again tomorrow, superspy.Come on.
“I...have some...problems.”He was fighting for breath.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.“Reese?—”
He slid into her with a convulsive movement, almost painful, stretching.Holly’s head tipped back, she tilted her hips, and amazingly, frustratingly, he stoppedagain.
“What are youdoing?”She wriggled a little bit, sighing as he sank down onto her a little more.
An experimental nudge.Her breath caught.Pulsing, stretching, on the thin edge of pain before he moved, a long slow stroke that just about turned her inside out.He made another sound, this time more purr than groan, and she might have thought he wasn’t enjoying himself except for the sudden fact of his mouth on hers again, his hands loosening from her wrists.The sudden rhythm, slow at first but building, her breathless little cry as he stiffened in her arms, rigid.
Well.That was quick.She swallowed the usual disappointment.It took a while for them to learn, if they were interested.Female biology was complex.It was okay—she probably wasn’t going to ever feel that again.As it was, she was just glad she’d given him something nice.
His breath came harsh and ragged.“Sorry,” he gasped against her throat.He really did sound chagrined.
“Hmm?Oh.”Holly tried not to make the restless little movement that would mean rejection.Well, for the last one, I suppose that was okay.“It’s pretty normal.It’s okay.”
“Normal.”A low laugh, then he inhaled sharply, nuzzling her cheek.Kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Move a little.”She twitched, wanting to push him to the side.Now that he was done he’d probably sleep, which meant she could, too.The fire crackled, painting every edge with soft, steady light.
