Page 13 of Fox in Plain Sight

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Nick tilted his head and captured Michelle’s lips fully, tasting her drying tears and her sweet breath. Her sudden emotional outburst had taken him by surprise, yet at the same time given him the chance to do what he knew he had to: get close to her so he could find out what she knew. He pushed the twinge of guilt that surfaced to the back of his mind. Deep down he knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Seeing her die in his vision had been too real, and knowing that had he arrived only two seconds later, the vision would have come true, still sent chills down his spine. That was a feeling he couldn’t ignore. What he needed now—what they both needed—was a few moments of sheer and utter abandon. A brief celebration of life, of lust and passion, of tenderness and ecstasy. For a short while, he would forget what his real mission was and concentrate on only one thing: making the woman in his arms forget the fact that she’d narrowly escaped death today.

He wanted to shower her with passion, make her body hum with pleasure, and lose himself in her. Just for a short time. That part wouldn’t be a lie. It would be real and honest.

Nick ignored the pain in his side and focused only on Michelle, on the softness of her lips, the delicious taste of her mouth, the insistent strokes of her tongue as she dueled with him in a match that neither could win. Hunger was the word that came to mind when her hands dug into his shoulders, holding on to him for dear life as if she was afraid he’d toss her to the side.

He slid his hands down below her waist, feeling her firm ass through the thin fabric of her summer skirt. Goddamn it, was she wearing anything underneath that thin scrap of cotton? It felt like she was naked.

Nick growled involuntarily, intensifying his kiss, while he pressed her against his groin, where his cock was already as hard as a crow bar.

Michelle moaned into his mouth, her body stiffening for an instant. Yes, she could feel his erection, knew what was coming, because a kiss wouldn’t suffice now. He needed more from her. He needed to be inside her to make the horrors of the last hour vanish. To make him forget.

Impatiently, he slid his hands underneath the fabric of her skirt. He nearly jumped out of his pants when he felt bare skin beneath his fingers. He palmed her ass, exploring her, and realized she was wearing a thong. He should have known that a hot woman like Michelle wore sexy underwear like that. Not that at this moment he needed any additional turn-on in the form of sexy lingerie.

Michelle kissing him with such unrestrained passion was turn-on enough. And Michelle rubbing herself against his cock was almost too much. But she was doing it, and he wasn’t going to stop her. Just as she wasn’t stopping him when he pulled her thong down to her thighs until it finally dropped to her feet.

Now he had full access to her sex and made use of it. He slid his hand down her ass to the juncture of her thighs, reaching between them. She complied immediately and widened her stance so he could bring his hand between her legs.

She was warm and wet there. A drop of her juices coated his finger and he rubbed it along her moist cleft. She jolted under his intimate touch, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she rocked her pelvis against his cock as if asking for more.

Nick ripped his lips from hers. “You want that, yeah? You want my cock?”

Passion-clouded eyes stared at him. Her face was flushed, and she dropped her lids, but he wouldn’t allow her to evade him. “Look at me.”

Her eyes flew open and she pinned him.

“Do you want that?” He rocked his cock against her and rubbed two fingers along her wet sex, gently probing at the entrance to her body. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes.” She put her hand on his nape and pulled him back to her so there was only a sliver of space between them. “I want you. Now. Here.”

Just as well that he was prepared for this. He’d shoved a couple of condoms into his pants pocket before leaving his place. Those would come in handy now.

“Good, ’cause that’s what I’ve wanted to do from the moment you made me spill my mocha.”

“I didn’t make you spill your mocha.”

“Did, too.”

He captured her lips again, stopping her from voicing any further protest. Kissing her, Nick lifted her off her feet and spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist. He marched into the living room, his cock sliding against her center with every step. The thrilling sensation even made the pain in his arm fade into the background.

When he reached the sofa, he laid her onto it and lowered himself between her thighs. He didn’t lose any time and lifted her skirt to expose her now naked sex. The sight robbed him of his breath. She was entirely bare. Nothing was hidden from his view.

“Baby,” he groaned.

How was he going to survive this? Another few seconds and he’d come right in his pants. Fuck! He had to get himself under control.

Nick lifted his gaze and met Michelle’s eyes. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.” Then he lowered his head, but continued to keep eye contact. “I hope you don’t mind, but I skipped lunch. And I love buffets.” And the kind of feast that was spread out in front of him was impossible to resist. “All you can eat, you know.”

Her breath hitched before he lowered his mouth to her smooth folds and took his first taste. Slowly he licked over her bare skin and gathered up the dew that was trickling from her. With his hands on her thighs, he spread her wider.

“Open up for me,” he coaxed and suckled along her delicious folds.

Michelle spread her legs wider, lifting one over the back of the sofa.

“There you go. Just like that.” He scooped his hands under her ass and tilted her pelvis toward him. Then he dove back to her sex and sucked her like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.