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Raketa’s eyes remained focused on his as he leaned forward and licked his way from her belly button up to the thin clasp that held together the cups of her bra. Raketa took in a breath when he released it and let it fall to the side. He ran his tongue around her dusty rose nipples, gently nibbling each one before continuing his trail of kisses up her sternum, to her neck, and
finally to her mouth.
Gunner had been gentle to that point, but he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He kissed her hard, battling her tongue with his, and increasing the pressure as she responded the same way.
He reached around and pulled the shirt he’d just put on over his head and dropped his shorts.
“I’m sweaty,” he said, but the heat in her eyes told him it didn’t matter.
He stood, resting one knee on the bed, next to her, and pulled down her elastic-waist workout shorts, smiling when he saw she was wearing the pale pink panties that matched her bra.
It didn’t matter that Raketa was one of the most badass Russian operatives who’d ever lived, underneath it all, she was a woman who could be soft and sweet and sexy as all get-out.
He lay on the bed next to her and licked the skin above the waistband of her panties. He grasped each side and pulled them down her legs and off her body.
The scent of her arousal was so powerful he couldn’t resist a taste. She squirmed as though she was uncomfortable.
“Let me do this,” he told her, holding her still.
Raketa tentatively opened her legs wider.
“More,” he said, looking up into her eyes. “That’s better,” he said when she did as he asked.
When he brought his mouth to her flesh, every muscle in her body tensed enough that Gunner stopped before he’d gotten started.
“Talk to me, Rocket Girl,” he said, bringing his body next to hers and turning her to the side so they were face to face.
Raketa closed her eyes, her face flushed, and she turned her head away.
Gunner grasped her chin and turned her head back. “Don’t. Talk to me.”
She shook her head and didn’t open her eyes.
Gunner covered her lips with his and pushed his tongue into her mouth when she opened to him.
“That’s you,” he said, “and I want more.”
The muscles that had relaxed tightened again. Gunner stroked her cheek with his finger and brought his lips to hers a second time. He kissed her lips softly and then continued down her neck until he reached her breasts. Equally gentle, he laved one nipple while his fingers teased the other. Little by little, her tension released.
As soon as he moved down her body farther, she tensed again.
“I wish you would talk to me,” he said, looking up at her. “Did someone…”
When her eyes filled with tears, Gunner stopped talking, stopped his mouth’s assault on her body, and held her close, resting his head on her stomach.
“I’ve never…” Her words were barely a whisper.
“Do you trust me, Rocket Girl?”
What he saw in her eyes wasn’t just about sex. She didn’t trust him, and she couldn’t lie to him and say that she did. He respected that.
Again he stroked her face with this finger and gently kissed her lips. He didn’t do more than that and didn’t intend to.
“I’m sorry,” she said when, after several minutes, he stood and picked her clothes up off the floor and handed them to her. “We can still—”
“No, sweetheart. We can’t. Not until you trust me.” Gunner pulled on his shorts and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
What could he say? He’d asked her to tell him she understood that sex between them was separate from him wanting to know what she was involved in or up against. He had to make sure that she understood he wasn’t using intimacy to get her to talk. He should’ve also asked about her trust before he brought her in here, stripped her of her clothes, and made her vulnerable to him.
