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He hadn’t been playacting, and her heart hurt from the pain of knowing that nothing could come of this stunning moment. They were combatants, as far and as opposite as humanly possible. They couldn’t even be friends, let alone build a relationship between them.
His voice rasped out, “Tell Isabelle that they know about Regina Braithwaite. MI6 has been compromised somewhere, and Daan Jensen. They both are in terrible danger. Without them, you can’t build a case against the Olenskas. Act quickly or they will be murdered.”
She turned her head, his eyes stark and beautiful. “If they know about you telling—”
“I’m a dead man. You’ve got to go, my angelmysh.”
7
The soft,needy sound Bree made in the back of her throat, combined with the provocative way she rolled her hips against his groin, had his blood roaring in his ears and pure, unadulterated lust surging through Blitz’s body. Talk about a rush through his line of defense.
That easily, she pushed him into these illegal motions. And now that he’d let go, he’d lost the ability to slow down or stop. He couldn’t stop, not even if his life depended on it or she changed her mind. At the moment, his life depended on kissing her, touching her, feeling her hot and wet around him.
This might be the worst and best position he’d been in for a long time. On the one hand, it wasn’t prudent to mix business and pleasure in such an uncertain and temporary world they both inhabited at the moment. One that was fraught with so much danger and went against all his common sense in the matter. But contrary to his thoughts, it was good to have someone in this mad world who not only understood everything they were forced to endure, but someone he could hold onto, bond with, and experience the fullness of a kind of passion that he’d never felt before.
This was all about heat and desire, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. On the other hand, he finally had Bree West right where he wanted her, hot and bothered and all over him.
“Bree, tell me you’re protected?”
“Yes. I’m good.”
Giving in and surrendering was foreign to him. When he took a stance and decided on something, he never quit. But although giving in to Bree was a very bad idea, he had thought—expected—the reality would be a letdown compared to the fantasy. Instead, she was so incredibly brave, sweet, and intensely defensive, he’d let this get much further than he’d intended. Which had only made him want more. Damn, he wanted more.
And more was what she was giving him.
Bree’s body was more hard than soft, which hadn’t surprised him. What had been a surprise was how swiftly he’d responded to her taut, toned lines. She was both grace and power, and he’d wanted badly to learn more of what all that grace and power would feel like, wrapped around him. And then there was the incongruous, almost voluptuous softness to her lips and her even softer sighs. He usually liked his women soft all over, but, as it turned out, the combination of a strong, lean body and soft lips was all kinds of enticing.
Her heady, feminine scent seemed to be everywhere and infused every breath he managed to inhale. He could feel her breasts, warm and yielding against his chest, as her lips were beneath his ravenous, greedy, demanding mouth.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he slid his hands around to her ass and pulled her closer, fitting the hard ridge of his cock between her thighs. He groaned when she rocked sinuously against his thick, aching shaft. His hand traveled from her firm butt to the enticing bow tie at the small of her back. With one tug, the bodice of her dress loosened, and he peeled away the flimsy fabric covering her. Her breasts spilled out, full and firm and crowned with dark pink aureoles. He cupped the heavy delicious weight of them in his palms and scraped his thumbs across the rigid nipples, reveling in the soft warmth of her bare skin, the catch of her breath in the back of her throat, and how amazingly responsive she was to his touch.
Dipping his head, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, rasping his tongue against the pebble-hard tip, licking, nipping, laving until the peak was swollen and damp from his attention. She shivered and exhaled a breathy sound that shot straight to his already rigid cock, writhing wildly beneath him. She reached down to his waistband, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He gathered her hands in his and pulled them behind her, arching her back and allowing him to take more of her nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. At the first suctioning pull of his lips, she pressed her hips harder, closer, forcing him to take her deeper.
Her thighs tightened on either side of his hips as he moved to her other breast, slipping his hand beneath the hem of her gown and smoothing his palm up her thigh, until he reached the fabric of her panties. She was so wet and aroused. He worked his fingers beneath the elastic band so he could touch her intimately.
Instantly, his thumb glided through to her clit, and he caressed her with slow, unhurried strokes meant to tease and build the tension cresting higher and higher, hotter and hotter. One finger, then two, pushed deep inside of her and that quickly, that easily, the tremors throbbed over his fingers.
She whimpered helplessly and moaned incoherently. Her hands immobilized as her hips began to move in time to the circling pressure of his thumb, and the driving force of his fingers impaling her.
Giving in to the unstoppable urge to watch Bree as she climaxed, he lifted his head and stared at her face. Her eyes were dark and filled with desire, her skin flushed with excitement all the way down to her heaving breasts. Her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers, and she tossed her head back, her lips parting on a shocked gasp of breath as the force of her orgasm ripped through her. With his name tumbling from her lips, she shattered completely.
When it was over, he released her hands. He needed to get inside her, now, and it was that urgent, desperate thought that drove him to reach down to free himself. She was right there with him, needing no urging. She lifted up onto her knees, and with his hands on her hips, she hiked up her dress. He jerked her down on top of him. She met him with a push of her own, grinding on him, glorying in the long groan of satisfaction he wrenched from her as she clenched her still-twitching muscles tightly around him. Unable to wait another moment to fuck her, he thrust. Their eyes met and held, hers filled with dark desire, and he watched as she gasped and arched into him as he drove himself to the hilt.
She was snug around him, slick like wet satin, gripping his shaft, and it was an intensely erotic sensation that made his head spin.
Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, her knees bracketed his hips, and the urge to possess her in the most elemental way possible overwhelmed him. Tangling his fingers in Bree’s soft, thick hair, he held her head in his hands and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, deep kiss.
Her hands slid to his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his muscles as he surged in her, again and again, tearing a moan from the back of her throat. His strokes became faster, longer, ruthlessly demanding and a whole lot more primal. With each thrust he felt himself grow harder, thicker, until lust and need collided into white-hot heat and an all-consuming pleasure that threatened to engulf him.
Lost in the rush of sensation, lost in her, he wrenched his mouth from hers, tossed his head back in pure ecstasy, and arched into her one last time, high and hard and infinitely deep. A guttural growl tore from his chest, and his entire body shuddered as he came, harder and stronger than he ever had in his life.
His scorching release seemed to go on and on, wringing him dry and leaving him weak and devastated. He buried his face against her neck, and as he gradually recovered, he turned, pressing her to her back on the bed.
She clutched his weight against her for several minutes. When he moved off her, he settled to his side. She was lying next to him on her back, just the way he’d left her, with her head turned slightly away from him, eyes closed. He didn’t blame her. He needed a few private moments to recover from what had just happened between them. Her face was flushed, her breathing still choppy, and she’d draped one arm over her exposed breasts in a sweet show of modesty. Her stomach was bare, the pretty dress hiked around her hips.
Finally, her lashes fluttered open, and she slowly glanced his way. Her gaze was guarded, and her expression was tentative, even a bit uncertain. She looked so damn vulnerable, and that was a term he didn’t easily equate with Bree. No, she was always up for a challenge.
But this Bree staring at him had the ability to cripple his emotions and make him care. Because at the moment he had the strong urge to reach out and touch her, gently this time. To smooth away the silky strands of hair that had fallen across her soft cheek. To lean down and kiss her slowly, leisurely, and make love to her in heart-crushing slowness.
