Page 22 of Innocent Target

“Merc, do you want this, or would you rather wait until we’re alone?”

Her answer surprised him as she roamed her hands over his chest and abs, her touch making his stomach muscles ripple in awareness.

“I want you now.”

“Do you have protection? I don’t have any with me.”

She pointed to her bag on the floor. “Pass my bag.”

James levered off her as she dug around in her wash bag and pulled out a foil-wrapped condom. Mercy handed it over, and he caught the way she ducked her head in shyness.

A year ago it would have surprised him, but now he knew her better, he realized she was pretty private about this sort of thing.

Laying the condom on the bed beside him, he kissed her again, wanting her to stay out of her head. Her hands tunneled into his hair, pulling at his scalp, making his dick twitch with need. Breaking his lips from hers, he kissed his way down her body, pulling her shorts off as he went. The triangle of trimmed hair at her apex was perfect as he swept a finger over the wet desire of her pussy.

A low moan erupted from her lips as she arched her back, his fingers swirling over the bundle of nerves before they slid inside her tight body.

James licked her from front to back, the taste of her exploding on his tongue and making his cock leak with pre-cum. He fucked her with his fingers, curling and rubbing the sensitive spot inside her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her orgasm rocked through her as she tensed, throwing an arm over her face and silently screaming into her elbow.

As he lightened his movements, her trembling eased, and he sat up, shedding his shorts and rolling the condom down his cock. Holding the base of his cock, he rubbed against the wet evidence of her climax before pushing in slow and steady until he bottomed out inside her.

“You good?” His voice was strained as he tried to hold off from moving until he knew she was okay.

Her nod and the clench of her slender legs around his waist had him rocking into her, slowly at first, until she arched toward him. James linked his fingers with hers, holding them above her head as he kissed her hard, the movement of his tongue matching the motion of his hips. This was better than he’d ever imagined, and he knew he wouldn’t last long, but wanted to get her off one more time first. Lifting, he let one hand go and applied pressure to her clit as he angled his hips to hit her g-spot.

“Oh, God.”

Her mumbled words made him grin as his muscles shook with the need to climax. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Merc. Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed of fucking this tight pussy?”

Her body tensed for a second and then her pussy clenched as her climax hit her and, as she arched with a moan, he swallowed it with a kiss. He felt his orgasm tingle down his spine, and then he spilled his seed into her, seeing white spots dance in his eyes, his breath coming in gasps.

When they were both spent, he collapsed to the side, pinching the condom, and standing to deal with it. He dropped a kiss on her lips before moving to the bathroom. After washing his hands, he returned to see her lying on her side, the barriers already coming up.

He wasn’t going to allow that, not now he knew how good they were together and how much that had meant to him.

Slipping in behind her, he pulled her naked back into his front and kissed her shoulder. “Thank you.”

She angled her head. “What for?”

“For trusting me, for sharing your body with me.”

Mercy snorted, and the tension left her. “It wasn’t exactly a hardship, James. You have some moves, you know.”

“I aim to please.”

“You did, and that’s what scares me.”

He stroked her hair back from her face gently. “You’re safe with me, Mercy.”

Her fingers played with his arm. “I know, but are you safe with me?”

He had no answer to that, so he just held her and prayed they all got out of this alive because one thing he knew, he wasn’t letting her go.

Chapter Twelve

Mercy was in a warm cocoon. It took a moment for her brain to push away the fog, and it was James’s scent and the slow beating of his heart against her cheek that brought her back to the surface. It was so tempting to ignore everything and burrow deeper into his arms, but even the memory of what they’d shared couldn’t make her overlook the mission.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she groaned at the dawn filtering through the closed blinds.