Wait for Morning (Sniper 1 Security #1) (26 page)

“I like it. I like when you lick my clit.”

Trace couldn’t control the hungry growl
that escaped. He loved the sound of her voice, the sweet lilt of her Texas
twang. And Lord have mercy, when she spoke to him like that…

It turned him on when she talked dirty, more
so because Marissa wasn’t the type of woman who would dare speak like that.

What was the saying? A lady in public, a
freak in the bedroom? Yeah, that was a rather apt description of the sexy woman
splayed out before him. He admired her ladylike grace, the sweet, gentle way
she interacted with her family and friends. But he loved the uninhibited side
of her that had let loose as soon as he had touched her.

“Ask me nicely, baby. And then I’ll eat
your sweet pussy until you scream my name.”

The hitch in her breath was loud in the
silent room, and Trace’s dick jumped at the excitement he saw in her eyes.

“Please.”

Trace didn’t encourage her with words; he
simply sat there, his hands kneading her thighs softly.

He watched as she swallowed hard. Her
tantalizing pink tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip, a tempting move
on her part, but Trace refused to respond.

“Please, lick me.”

“Say it. Ask me to lick your sweet pussy,
Marissa.” Trace knew his words were choppy, his control slipping as she watched
him so eagerly.

“Please lick my pussy,” she whispered, the
words barely audible, but they were loud enough to please him.

“It would be my pleasure.” Pretending he
wasn’t aching to do just that, Trace eased himself between her legs,
anticipation scorching him from the inside out.

He wasn’t sure Marissa would ever even
realize just how much control she actually had over him, no matter what it
looked like from her point of view.

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Marissa could hardly swallow past the lump
of desire clogging her throat. As she watched Trace’s magnificent form settling
between her thighs, she felt his breath warm against her skin, and her back arched
slightly. Her skin was crawling with need, her body begging for what she knew
he could provide.

When he’d teased her a moment before,
she’d been surprised she hadn’t shattered from that one single intimate touch
of his tongue to her clit. The only thing that had kept her from going over the
edge was when he’d pulled back and looked down at her with a burning hunger in
his beautiful white-gray gaze. No man had ever looked at her like that. No man
had ever looked as though he wouldn’t be able to take another minute without
touching her.

It was a heady thing.

Just when she settled back onto the bed,
Trace’s tongue slid quickly through her folds without warning, and her entire
body bowed up off the bed, her arms pulling at the restraints that effectively
kept her in place. She groaned, the sound not at all ladylike or sweet as the
exquisite pleasure exploded within her. The soft heat of his tongue against her
most sensitive flesh had her close to bursting.

Had she not been restrained, she would’ve
latched on to his head and held him to her. As it was, he was teasing her,
lightly grazing her clit with the tip of his tongue, thrashing gently yet
insistently.

Gripping the cord that held her to the headboard,
Marissa dug her heels into the bed and tried to thrust her hips upward, only
for Trace to grip her upper thighs and hold her down, not allowing her to move
even a fraction of an inch. His gruff chuckle made her smile while he continued
to make her body burn.

“If I wasn’t already addicted to you, I
would be now,” Trace said absently.

Marissa’s body went stone still as she
stared back at him. Had he realized what he’d said? Did he mean it? Was he
really addicted to her?

Not only was she assaulted by incredible
pleasure but her heart was now fully involved in the moment. Being there with
Trace, having his hands roam over her skin, his eyes focused solely on her,
Marissa knew that this moment would define her for the rest of her life.

Having had a crush on this man for more
years than she could remember, being there with him, alone in his bedroom… It
was a dream come true. One she never wanted to forget.

“Oh, God!” Marissa screamed when he
plunged one finger into her pussy, his lips latching on to her clit as he
thrashed it repeatedly with his devious tongue. “I’m going to…”

Yeah, there was no finishing the sentence
because Marissa’s entire body lit up like the Fourth of July, her senses
reeling from the wonder that was her orgasm.

“Beautiful,” Trace said, glancing up at
her. “I want to see it again, though.”

With that, Trace thrust his tongue back
between her folds while he continued to fuck her with his finger. Marissa held
on as long as she could, the sensitivity too much to ignore, because within
minutes, she was once again hovering on the edge, ready and willing to throw
herself over into oblivion.

When Trace pushed two fingers inside of
her, filling her even more, Marissa closed her eyes, and starbursts of color
ignited behind her closed lids.

“Trace,” she said, begging him for that
little bit more that would… “Oh, God!” That’s when Trace suckled her clit one
more time, and she flew off the precipice into another blinding release.
“Trace!”

Marissa finally managed to catch her
breath when her body stopped thrashing from the enormity of her orgasm.
Thankfully, Trace had given her a brief reprieve, and she opened her eyes to
see him studying her.

“I need to touch you,” she murmured,
wanting desperately to touch him, to feel the sexy contours of his hardened
body beneath her palms. To experience what she’d dreamed about for years.

“Is that right?” he asked teasingly as he
crawled over her, brushing his upper body against hers as his lips quirked
slightly.

“Yes,” she told him, arching her back so
that his smooth chest slid against her breasts.

“And where do you plan to touch me?” he
questioned, pressing his lips to hers.

“Everywhere.”

Marissa fought for the kiss he was denying
her, aching for him. When he relented, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, she
gave in to her greed, their tongues dueling,
a
sensual
dance that was leading to the moment they’d both been waiting for.

As soon as her hands were free, Marissa
wasted no time as she wrapped her arms around Trace, holding him close to her.
His weight was comforting; the hard planes and angles of his sexy body reignited
the heat that had engulfed her only moments before. Would she ever get enough
of him?

She feared the answer to that question
would be a resounding no. But she wasn’t worried. At least not at the moment.
Right now, Marissa would take what he offered, bask in the inferno that
replaced the blood in her veins. This was a dream come true, a fantasy unlike
anything she’d ever expected, and yet here she was. The way Trace looked at
her, his gaze molten as he stared down at her, seemingly studying her face,
Marissa knew that this was a night she would never forget.

Even if tomorrow erased the pure pleasure
of this one night, she would hold on to it for as long as her mind would allow,
cherishing the only thing in her world that simply felt right.

“I could die a happy man right now,” Trace
said, the words low, muffled almost. As though he didn’t want her to hear them.

Marissa wanted to beg him to make love to
her, but she didn’t know how to phrase the request. Making love seemed like
more than she could hope for, but this was significantly more than mere
fucking. Even she knew that much. Didn’t mean she was foolish enough to let
Trace know that.

She welcomed the distraction when Trace
leaned down, his mouth meeting hers as she continued to outline the ripped
muscle of his back and arms with her fingertips. The kiss melted her, leaving
her a puddle beneath him. That’s when his statement made sense to her. She knew
exactly what he was feeling because she felt it, too. There was no place she’d rather
be than right here with this man. She didn’t need whispered promises; she just
needed Trace. The man who had let down his guard the moment he had pulled her
into his arms.

“I need you,” Trace mumbled against her
lips. “Need you, baby.”

The coarse sound of his words sent an
erotic shiver chasing over her skin. She dug her fingernails into his back,
pulling him down to her as she thrust up, wanting to feel him inside of her. To
her surprise, he didn’t move, only stared back at her.

Please
don’t let him stop.

Marissa didn’t want Trace to overthink
things, to regret what was happening between them. She couldn’t bear the
thought of him retreating from her now.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you
inside me.”

His eyes rounded, the pupils dilating as
he looked back at her. She saw heat and need. Glorious shards of desire were
reflected in his nearly colorless irises.

Then he did move. A subtle shift that had
his body separating from hers as he leaned forward, reaching. Marissa turned
her head to the side to see him reaching into the drawer of his nightstand and
retrieving … a condom.

Oh, thank God he had come prepared. She’d
given plenty of thought to what would happen next, and yes, condoms had crossed
her mind, but the niggling fear that neither of them had been fully prepared
had been fleeting at best.

Trace knelt between her thighs, her
fingertips grazing the coarse hair on his thighs as she watched him sheathe his
rigid cock with the condom. There was a buzzing in her ears that signaled an
urgency that she needed to recognize. She wanted him. Needed him.

When he came back down over her, Marissa
once again wrapped him in her arms, pulling him close even though he tried to
keep the brunt of his weight off her. She wanted more. All of him. She didn’t
care.

Crushing her mouth to his, Marissa slid
one hand into the short silky hair at the back of his head, holding him to her.
When he shifted again, she felt the heat of him between her legs, the hardened
length of his erection settling against her, sliding
effortlessly
through her folds.

She wanted to beg, to plead for him to
hurry because she wasn’t sure she could wait a minute longer. But this was
Trace. A man with infinite patience, and she got the feeling that if she
begged, he’d make her wait because the teasing would likely undo her.

“Marissa,” Trace moaned when he broke the
kiss, staring down at her, their faces close, their noses nearly touching.

“Oh,” Marissa moaned and bucked when Trace
easily slid into her without preamble. It was a delicious, mind-numbing
friction that stole her breath and obliterated her brain cells.

Trace’s body tensed, his back rigid
beneath her hands, his chest muscles bulging between them as he groaned.
“Fuck.”

She liked the sound of his reaction. He
was just as affected as she was. Sex had never been this good for her. Not
once. She couldn’t help but wonder whether that was because the men she’d
chosen to be with hadn’t been as skilled as Trace or if it had been something
as simple as chemistry that was off. Or maybe it was the love she felt for this
man that made it perfect.

Whatever it was, the connection, not only
the physical one, that she had with Trace had skyrocketed this moment to the
top of her list. The most intense moment of her entire life.

When he didn’t move long seconds later,
Marissa pushed her hips up again, wanting him to go deeper. An answering growl
was all she received before he crushed his mouth to hers as he settled closer
to her, his forearm supporting his weight beside her head.

And then he shifted once more, one arm
moving before he lifted her leg, holding her thigh higher against his hip as he
began to thrust inside her. Breaking the kiss was her only option because her
breath was rushing in and out of her lungs as the blinding pleasure took her by
surprise. He started out slow, his hips gliding gently against hers, but the
tempo quickly increased until Trace was pounding into her, flooding her with delicious,
foreign sensations.

“Trace.” She wasn’t sure if she was
pleading or if saying his name simply made her feel better. Either way, he
moved closer, if that was even possible, although he didn’t break his stride,
continuing to drive deeper.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked in a
rush of words.

“God yes,” she replied. “So good. Don’t
stop. Please don’t ever stop.” Just when she thought it couldn’t get any
better, the tingling in her core intensified.

“Awww, fuck,” Trace groaned. “That’s it,
baby. I can feel your pussy tighten around me.”

Marissa couldn’t focus on what he was
saying because her body had taken over and allowed her mind a moment of peace.
Letting go with this man just felt right, and she wanted to enjoy every single
second.

The tingle intensified, growing stronger,
consuming her as the heat bloomed in her core, radiating outward until she was
fully engulfed. “Trace!”