“Uh-huh,” she bleated. “All those things.”
He set her down, but didn’t let go. “Got your legs back?”
She sucked down a breath, widened her stance, and fisted her hands on her hips. “I’m good.”
He shot her the cockiest smile she’d ever seen. “No, you don’t, but I got you.”
She chuffed out a laugh. “I didn’t expect this from you.”
“Oh, yeah?” With his gaze cemented on her, he reached around, found the zipper, and slowly ran it down her costume, exposing her back.
“I gotta ask you one question,” she said.
He removed her mask, paused to peer into her eyes. Then,he glanced at her mouth, he eyed her hair. He was checking her out, which gave her plenty of time to return the favor.
“You’re really beautiful,” he said.
She melted from the words, but it was the intensity in his gaze that made her tremble with anticipation.
Then, he dropped down, got busy removing her boots and unstrapping her ankle holster. After setting her small holster on the table beside his, he said, “Gotta love a SIG Sauer woman.”
That made her smile.
“What’s your gun of choice?” she asked.
“The one in my hand,” he replied as he stroked her arms, leaned close and kissed her.
He just keeps getting better and better.
Hunger blazed in his eyes as he peeled the skintight costume off her.
Now, she stood before him in nothing but a strapless bra and thong. With his hungry gaze eating her alive, he paused to eye-fuck her sooooo good. And she heated from his ravenous stare.
“Ask me anything, Sydney.”
She melted from the sexy way he said her name, then blanked on what he was talking about.
He clasped her hand, led her to the mattress. Then, he sat on the edge, pulled her between his legs. “You said, ‘I gotta ask you one question.’”
“Right. Are you into boobs?”
A knot formed between his eyes. “I’m more of a face guy. Why?”
“Caroline got the boobs. I’m all ass.”
He cupped her bare ass with his large hands and released another growl. “You’re too much.” Then, his eyes softened. “I’m into faces, and yours is perfect. But if I’m gonna be straight-up withyou, I’ve checked you out plenty. You’re crazy hot, Ms. Austin.” Reaching around, he unhooked her bra, let it fall to the floor, and shifted his attention to her breasts. “Yours… are fucking perfect.”
“They’re not big.”
“Here’s a news flash. Notallmen like large breasts.” With his hand on hers, he drew her plump nipple into his mouth, and he sucked.
That’s when she hit Mach One.
As he elicited moans out of her she didn’t recognize, she watched the true talent of Tank Santini. He ran his tongue around her pebbled areola, then flicked his gaze to her just before he drew her nipple back into his mouth.
Her already wet thong got hit with another torrent of excitement. A moan ripped from her throat when he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her soaked pussy.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he feasted on her other nipple like the alpha that he was. Tingles flittered through her, groans ripped from the depths of her soul. His guttural sounds turned her inside out. He’d found her clit through the thin layer of fabric and rubbed his thumb over her sensitive nib until she couldn’t take the sweet torture, the orgasm threatening to overtake her.
