Page 62 of After the Spy Seduces

She smiled wickedly and dared to take a slow lick across his flesh. Good Lord, he tasted divine. “My prisoner.”

He laughed, and the deep sound rumbled deliciously into her. It was a small reminder of how connected they were, and how much more fully joined they would be in only a few moments. The growing ache between her legs flared at the thought.

“I’d suggest you grab a length of rope from the deck and tie me up properly,” he mumbled, “but…”

“But you’re afraid I’d think you a rake?”

He arched a brow. “I’m afraid you’d actually do it.”

“Never.” She finished removing his jacket and purred, “I want your hands free.”

Understanding what she meant, he slipped his hands beneath her shift and caressed slowly up and down her outer thighs.

She drew in a long, deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the sensations of his warm hands on her bare legs sweep over her. Intoxicated by the taste and touch of him, she barely realized when she removed his waistcoat and braces, when he slipped his shirt up over his head and off.

But she was well aware when his chest was bare beneath her hands as she ran them over his front. The hard muscles flexed and trembled beneath her seeking fingertips, and his breath grew just as shallow and rapid as hers. When she scraped her fingernail over his flat male nipple, he inhaled sharply.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“No, it’s not—” His voice became a deep groan when she placed her mouth over it, to kiss it apologetically. “Diana.”

Emboldened by his reaction, she took his shoulders and gently pushed him down onto his back, so she could place kisses across his chest and tease at his nipples with her fingers and tongue, the way he’d done before to hers. His skin was warm and soft, with a dusting of hair that trailed down toward his bellybutton and lower. She followed, tracing the ridges of his abdomen with the tip of her tongue. His hands tightened their hold on her upper arms in response, but he didn’t stop her, not even when his body tensed beneath her.

When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she hesitated. She’d only been with one man before tonight, and so long ago. What they’d shared had been sweet and gentle, and she’d never dared to have her mouth on him like this. But now, with Kit, the sweetness of affection she felt for him was accompanied with a physical longing to take pleasure from him and give it in return, one she knew he sensed with the same mounting intensity that gripped her.

He stroked her cheek. “You don’t have to—”

She silenced him with a swirl of her tongue into his belly button, one that shivered through him. Before he could recover from the theft of his breath, her trembling fingers had unbuttoned his fall and reached inside, to free him from his trousers.

Spellbound at the sight of him, she traced a trembling fingertip down his thick length as his erection rested against his thigh. He flexed beneath her touch, which only made her want to more boldly explore him with slow caresses of her fingers.

“But I want to,” she whispered as she took him in her palm to hold him still, then lowered her mouth. Her lips brushed against his round tip with each word. “You taste too good not to.”

When she pulled back to lick her lips and claim the flavor of him lingering there, she wasn’t prepared for the groan that tore from him. Her gaze jumped up to his, to find him staring at her mouth with an intensity she’d never seen from a man before in her life.

Wantonness heated deliciously inside her. Letting him look his fill, she boldly lowered her head and placed a sultry kiss directly to his tip. There was no shame in kissing him like this, no reason to deny either of them this pleasure or her this wonderful new experience. This was the man she wanted to give herself to, and this part of him was his masculine core. How could she not show him what he meant to her? And selfishly, how could she deny herself?

So she opened her mouth and slowly took him between her lips.

“Dear God,” he groaned and shoved his fingers into her hair.

She closed her eyes and let the sensations flood over her…the soft skin over steely hardness between her lips, the salty-sweet taste on her tongue, the strength of his fingers as they curled against her scalp. Inside her, the long-sleeping feminine desire and need fully woke, and her body came alive, in a thousand electric tingles.

When she swirled her tongue over his round head and tasted a drop of the essence that had formed there at the tiny slit, she moaned softly. Hot tears formed in her eyes, and she shivered, overwhelmed by him.

“Diana,” he rasped out huskily as his other hand slid down her body, caressing at her breasts through her chemise. Her hard nipples had already drawn into tight points, but his fingers made them ache and throb in time with the growing desire between her thighs.

When his hand slipped between her legs and caressed her bare folds, her heart slammed against her ribs so hard that she knew he could feel it. But he didn’t hesitate as he stroked against her, his caresses growing deeper with each hard suck she gave to his erection, until he slipped two fingers inside her.

Startled, she lost control, and her teeth scraped against his sensitive tip. His length flexed against her tongue.

“Jesus,” he exclaimed softly in pleasure, yet disbelief colored his husky voice that this was actually happening. As he stroked into her, his fingers giving a teasing swirl with each plunge and retreat that had her shaking, he warned, “If you keep that up—”

“What?” she countered, not only scraping her teeth against him again but now daring to take small bites down his length. Inside her, all the tiny muscles clenched around his fingers in an attempt to take him deeper of their own volition, and she moaned softly as the first tingles of release began to lap at her toes. She panted out, “You’ll do what?”

Biting back a curse, he pulled her into his arms and rolled her onto her back. He pulled her chemise up to her waist and spread her legs wide beneath him as he settled into the cradle of her thighs. His eyes never left hers as he grabbed his length and guided it to her core, then shoved his hips forward and plunged into her tight warmth in one smooth motion.

“I’ll make love to you,” he answered, then began to move inside her in long, powerful, and possessive strokes that ripped her breath away.