Page 23 of Hawk on the Hunt

A soft smile curved Zara’s lips upwards. “Well, since you’re asking so politely…” She wiggled her butt on his lap. “…and are barely dressed, I think we shouldn’t let this opportunity pass us by.”

“I couldn’t have said it any better.”

Dylan sank his lips onto Zara’s mouth and felt her yield to his touch. Her lips parted under light pressure, and she invited him to explore her. Still reeling from the tragedy he’d seen unfold in his vision, he kissed her with the passion of a man who’d stared death in the face. He didn’t want to waste another second of their time together with talk about their uncertain future. Only the present counted right now. Because only the present was tangible. The past had already run through his fingers like fine sand, and the future was beyond his reach.

Tonight, he wasn’t the ex-CIA agent who had all the answers, but the man who’d made mistakes and nearly lost the love of a good woman. He was lucky beyond all imagination. Lucky, because Zara was giving him a second chance. And nobody would take that away from him.

Zara felt soft in his arms, her curves cushioning his hard muscles, her sighs unlocking the door to his heart so she could make herself at home there, just like she’d lived in his heart before. He felt her hands on him, caressing his still damp skin, exploring him, teasing him in a way only she had ever been able to. His body awakened to serve its mistress, sending blood rushing into his cock, and catapulting his heartbeat into the stratosphere.

He felt his breath quickening, his hands now frantically pulling on her top to free her from it so he could touch the ripe fruit beneath. Impatiently, he yanked on her bra and managed to open its clasp. With a barely audible sound, it landed on the floor, while he was already opening the zipper of her skirt. It too landed somewhere on the floor.

When Zara opened the button of his shorts, he sighed a breath of relief. The zipper lowered almost by itself, and an instant later, he felt Zara’s hand on his cock.

She gasped and released his lips in the process. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

Breathing hard, he replied, “When the intruder alarm went off, I didn’t have the time… Is that a problem?”

Zara laughed softly. “Not for me.” She wrapped her hand around his cock.

“Fuck!” The sensation of being imprisoned in her soft palm was electrifying.

It took only a few more seconds, until he’d taken off his shorts and was naked. While he captured Zara’s lips once more, he undressed her fully. Smooth, beautiful skin greeted him, and he let his hands roam over her body, relishing the sighs and moans she released when he squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples. She’d always been particularly sensitive to having her breasts caressed. He pressed her back gently until she was lying on the covers. He rolled over her, while she spread her legs wider, then wrapped them around his upper thighs to force him into her center.

He severed his lips from hers. “Somebody’s impatient.”

“You would be too,” she said, pouting, “if you’d been through what I went through tonight.”

“Did you really think I was in trouble?”

“Of course.” She hit her fist against his chest. “I was scared that your enemies had caught you.”

“Yet you came to save me. You’re very brave.” He brushed his lips over hers. “I think you deserve a thank you for your bravery.”

“A thank you?”

He scooted down until his head was poised over her pussy. “Yes, a thank you.” He inhaled her scent. “I didn’t get a chance to do this last night.”

“Oh, baby,” she murmured.

* * *

Zara met Dylan’s heated gaze, and her heart made a somersault. He was the same man again who she’d fallen in love with: tender, passionate, considerate. But there was more to him now. He was her protector now.

Dylan dipped his face to her center of pleasure and kissed her there, while he gently pushed her thighs farther apart to lay bare her most intimate place. A moment later, she felt his tongue swipe along her slit, making her flesh tingle pleasantly. She allowed a moan to roll over her lips, and pressed her head back into the pillow, enjoying his tender caresses. She’d always marveled at the skill and patience with which he pleasured her. There was no rush to his ministrations, no urging her to race toward an orgasm, but only a gentle licking.

Zara reached down to him to run her hands through his hair and felt him shudder. A moan bounced against her tender flesh, and a gasp stole her breath. She felt Dylan take her hands in his, and bring them to rest along her sides, where he intertwined his fingers with hers. He’d always done this when he’d gone down on her, and she recognized it as a gesture meant to emphasize their emotional connection. This wasn’t simply fucking. This was making love, opening up to each other on a level that was so much more than the physical.

Zara concentrated on the sensations that raced through her body, entering every cell under Dylan’s expert mouth and tongue. He increased his tempo now, and flicked his tongue harder and faster over her clit. Her breath quickened, and perspiration built on her skin. She couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure that worked their way up her throat.

She didn’t even care if the residents of the villa heard her. It didn’t matter. She’d received terrible news only a short while earlier, the news that she might die, and all she wanted now was to live to the fullest with Dylan by her side. All anger about the things he’d kept from her, and the lies he’d told her, vanished. All that remained was her love for him, and the need to renew their connection.

Dylan suddenly released one of her hands, and brought it to her pussy. Now touching her with his fingers and his tongue, her arousal spiked, and she gasped and moaned at the pleasure he ignited in her. Every coherent thought left her, and she could only feel the vibrations of her clit and her approaching orgasm. With a breathless cry, she climaxed, her muscles contracting and releasing in quick succession, while Dylan stilled his movements and lifted his head from her pussy.

Their gazes met. His eyes were filled with passion, his lips still wet from their combined juices. Without breaking eye contact, Dylan scooted up so their heads were at the same height.

“I love you, Zara. There’s only ever been you.”

He pulled his hips back and thrust his erection into her to the hilt, making all air rush from her lungs at the forceful movement.