Undercover Lovers (21 page)

While she danced, she rubbed
her hands up and down her firm torso, sliding them underneath her
breasts to cup them while she swiveled her hips. She was
absolutely
killing
this striptease. His expectations—and his resistance—shot
straight to hell.

He didn’t know what kind of
woman she was. His loss. He wouldn’t get a chance to peel back all
her very interesting layers to touch the soft pussy beneath—uh,
soft woman—because he had only one interest in her.

Sex. Hot, sweaty,
life-changing sex. Right here on his couch. The floor. The damn
coffee table.

“
You look a little warm.”
Her tongue curled over her upper lip. “Why don’t you let me take
care of you?”

He groaned as she extended
her arms toward the ceiling and swayed, her body moving sinuously
to the beat. She definitely made the most of what she had to work
with. Those perfect handful breasts, the ultimate in eye candy.
Those supple legs, divinely created to wrap around a man’s waist.
Her full hips, fodder for a dozen fantasies.

But fantasies were one
thing. This was reality. And the chances of him walking away
dwindled by the second.

When she turned to wiggle
her ass, the constellation of freckles exploding on the small of
her back sparked visions of licking her from the top of her spine
to the soles of her feet. He’d inhale deep breaths of her cool,
sublime perfume, drown in her sighs, lose himself in all those
soft, welcoming curves.

She crouched down and
rocked, heart-shaped butt flexing. Deft fingers undid the back
clasp of her bra and then the fabric hung free, daring him with
what he knew lurked just beneath. She still didn’t turn around.
Instead she flirtatiously pulled down the straps, her dark coils of
hair skimming her creamy skin as she spared him a look over her
shoulder.

“
Wanna see more?”

He couldn’t speak. He
struggled to lower his zipper, to get some room for his painful
erection. She took no mercy on him. Her bra sailed through the air,
landing on his knee. He reached for the damp material and brought
it to his nose, drawing in giant lungfuls of her scent. She smelled
as cool as a breeze, as hot as a woman who ached to be fucked. The
combination grabbed him around the balls, twisting
relentlessly.

As if she’d gone into slow
motion, she swiveled on her heels to face him. Her hair tumbled
into her seductive eyes and she'd bitten her lower lip until it
swelled. She drifted her hands up her torso, cupping her bare
breasts. Caressing them. Her nipples were large and rosy, her skin
flushed with arousal. But nerves quivered in the shaky breath she
let out when he didn’t reply.

“
You don’t like it,” she
said, dropping her arms to her sides. Apparently she’d missed his
gaping fly. She covered herself halfheartedly. “I hoped enthusiasm
would make up for my lack of—”

“
Get over here,” he said
through gritted teeth, taking in her widened eyes. “And if you
ever, ever hide yourself from me again, I’ll—” He broke off when
she stepped forward and bumped his legs.

“
What?”

Inspiration made him grin.
“I’ll make you watch me strip.”

Her warm laughter bubbled
across his skin, releasing some of the tension. “I liked watching
you. You have certain undeniable attributes.” She paused as he
released one of them from his jeans and boxers, revealing exactly
how hard she’d made him. “Oh my God, wow,” she breathed.

He had to laugh. “You were
saying?”

“
Why did I spend eight
months with Ted?” she wailed, making his chuckle deepen.

Ted, not Connor. Shane knew
he should ask questions, should pursue this niggle that all was not
what it seemed. But she had proven more irresistible than he'd
anticipated.

If this was his client’s
fiancée, his career might end before it had really even begun. As
for morals? He clearly had none. But if he could be wrong about her
identity, he wouldn’t turn away.

He couldn't.

One simple question would
end this now.
Who are you?
But he didn't ask, fearing the answer would leave
him alone in his bed tonight.

He hadn’t connected with
anyone like this in so long, he’d almost forgotten what it was to
want. To crave with every fiber of his being. Need clawed inside
him like a wild beast and only one woman could sate it.
Her.

He had to let this play out.
He had no damn choice anymore.

“
Who’s Ted?” he forced out,
stroking his cock more for her obvious enjoyment than his own. He
didn’t want to be touching himself. He wanted
her
hands on him. Her mouth. Every
centimeter of that glorious body.

“
My ex.” She swallowed,
hard. “He wasn’t built. Plus he, um, liked fish better than
sex.”

“
Fish,” he repeated,
figuring he’d misheard.

“
Yeah, the kind you catch.
He was better at that than…Shane,” she whispered urgently, her
entire focus what he gripped in his fist. “I really want to give
you a blowjob.”

She crouched before him and
tentatively slid her hand up his length, increasing the pressure
when he shuddered. Such a gentle, feminine touch. Her green tea and
honey scent wafted over him as she lowered her head, not making eye
contact while she licked him. The flicks of her tongue were
artless, almost clumsy. Despite her eagerness, he got the distinct
impression she felt uncomfortable.

Though he wasn’t normally
overly dominant in the bedroom, he wanted her concentrating only on
pleasure. Giving it. Receiving it. Over and over again.

“
Hey,” he murmured, slipping
his fingers through her hair. “Look at me,” he said, using his
fingertips to direct her head toward his cock. “And don’t
think.”

“
Oh, well, I can’t
help—”

“
Suck my cock,” he ordered,
holding her gaze when she blushed.

She did as he asked,
wrapping her hand around his length and drawing it to her parted
lips. Her tongue snaked out again, lapping at the moisture,
pressing down at his quick inhalation. She explored the head of his
cock thoroughly, sealing her lips around him and sucking lightly,
her gaze remaining on his. Seducing him without words.

When his palms cupped her
head, she got to work, taking more of him in her mouth while her
tongue rolled up and down his length. She coaxed him deeper,
inviting him in with hesitant sweeps of tongue and the promise in
her summer green eyes.

His muscles tensed and he
rolled his hips up to offer more of himself. To demand she take.
Hunger consumed him, his balls clenching with anticipation. Damn,
she learned fast. Between her long pulls and her heated expression,
he already neared one hell of an orgasm.

It had been awhile. Months,
at least. The past year had been all about the fallout from leaving
the force and the stress of setting up his own firm. Sex hadn’t
been on his radar. Love and all its accompanying drama, definitely
not. But it had been easy to turn his back on something that had
never made him feel this good before.

Only now did he realize
exactly how poor of a substitute his hand had been for a real woman
with all her smells and sounds and tastes. But it was
this
woman driving him
crazy, this cross between a temptress and a neophyte, this
beautifully innocent looking she-devil whom he’d never met before
tonight, yet already felt like he knew.

Weird, definitely. But he
had to see this through. To know where she would lead
him.

She drew back and molded his
length, almost as if she were proud of his massive erection. She’d
caused it, every inch. Her swollen, shiny lips encircled him as she
sank down on him again, sucking him even deeper with a low sound of
satisfaction.

Warm wet pressure surrounded
him. He grabbed the cushion, swearing when she swallowed more of
his hard-on, dampening him from tip to base. Sweat slicked his skin
and his heart slammed against his ribs but he still had some
control left. Not much. Then she pressed the heel of her free hand
on his stomach and scraped her nails over his flesh, his particular
weakness.

He gripped a handful of her
hair, less concerned about hurting her than in having something to
hold onto. She sucked harder. Harder still. His vision blurred but
he couldn’t take his eyes off her flushed face. Then she started
making noises in her throat, little whimpers that had his cock
twitching in the hot cavern of her mouth.

Too much. He was going to
come, and he couldn’t, not yet. Not until he’d given her some of
her own back.

Shane yanked her off him and
she protested, wiping her hand over her chin. While he stared, she
pulled the tips of her fingers into her mouth and teased him with
the memories of what she’d done to his aching cock.

“
I wasn’t finished,” she
said, pouting sexily. “I’ve never—”

“
What?” he asked, his tone
gruff. “Never what?”

She shook her head and rose,
giving him a prime view of the wetness on her thighs. He forced out
a breath and clamped his fingers around his erection to try to
stave off the inevitable. That she’d gotten that hot from
getting
him
hot
only made him want her more.

“
Never swallowed?” he
guessed as she turned away.

“
Never mind,” she muttered,
letting out a soft squeal when he snagged her wrist and yanked her
on his lap.

“
You wanted to swallow?” he
said, nipping her shoulder. Just the idea made him want to
shout.

This woman drove him crazy.
Every bit of her. She had this whole wannabe bad girl thing going
on, but she seemed so wholesome. Even if he knew that wasn’t true,
something about her angelic face made him want to corrupt her. To
make her his, even if he knew she wasn’t.

But right now, he could
pretend. He’d already booked his flight to hell. Might as well make
the trip worthwhile.

He cupped her knees, drawing
them open. He smelled more of her now, that hidden aroma that never
failed to ignite his lust. “Only if I can too.”

His fingers dipped into the
juncture of her thighs and even prepared, he was stunned by the
liquid arousal waiting for him. Soaked, drenched, none of those
words did her molten pussy justice. Her lips were so hot, so
engorged he couldn’t even begin to imagine how she’d feel
enveloping his length. Drenching him in all that need. “Oh baby,
you want me just as much as I want you, don’t you?”

She didn’t deny it. How
could she?

“
You’ll come in my mouth,”
he said, and it wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command, one he
wouldn’t allow her to refuse. His free hand slid up her soft,
quivering belly to caress her breast. Her tight nipple dug into his
palm and she threw back her head when he circled it, circling her
swollen clit with his index finger at the same time. “Won’t
you?”

She answered in
moans.

“
You’ll let me press my face
into all that wet heat and drink until I’m not thirsty anymore,
won’t you?”

She turned her head and
latched her mouth onto his, nearly swallowing his tongue in her
haste to get him inside her. He didn’t mind. With his throbbing
cock pressed between his abs and the sweet curve of her backside,
torture had taken on a whole new meaning. Exploring the depths of
her eased the ache even as it fanned the flames.

She squirmed, rubbing
against his hard-on and grinding down on his hand. He pushed one
digit inside her, then two, finally going for the full three-finger
trifecta when her enthusiastic sex sucked at him for more. She
panted as he fucked her with shallow pumps. Slow, so slow. It took
every ounce of his concentration not to ruin his plan to come
inside her by erupting all over her very sexy back.

Her whimpers turned to moans
to half-screams. But she didn’t let go until he reached down with
his other hand and used his thumb on her plump bud. Then the cork
inside her popped. Forget popped. It damn near exploded.

Her release showered his
hand as she went wild. Hips thrashing, body quaking. Naughty words
he only wished he was inventive enough to string together in just
that way flying from her lips.

“
Give me more.” He probed
her silky folds, flicking her clit again before he inserted a
single finger. She tensed, tightening around him, squeezing her
thighs closed around his wrist as she leaned back to open herself
to his intimate explorations. Within moments she came again, her
pussy spasming while the evidence of her pleasure coated his
hand.

He fumbled in the table
beside them for a condom. Thank God he always stashed them in both
the living room and the bedroom.

“
It’s always the quiet
ones,” he whispered against her cheek, her rough pants the
sweetest, dirtiest music he’d ever heard.

“
I’m…not…quiet.”

In one smooth move he lifted
and turned her, driving her down onto the couch so that his heavy
erection nestled snugly against her ass. With one hand he fought to
get his jeans down enough to give him room, with the other he
brought the foil packet to his teeth. As soon as he’d worked the
latex over his shaft, he spread her legs and settled his cock at
her hot opening.