Page 66 of Trapped With the Secret Agent

She let her gaze roam his face, and smiled. He didn’t understand. She’d rather be with him this one time than never have him at all. “It’ll have to be, won’t it?”

He shook her and snarled. “Last chance to say no, because once I get started, I’m not going to want to stop.”

“Yes.” She answered his angry, desperate words with a soft tone. “Please.”

He closed his eyes and shuddered. When he opened them, his desire raged almost out of control.

He kissed her again, his lips teased hers open, his tongue darting out to tantalize her.

She shivered at his seductive gentleness, a consuming heat boiling its way up from the depths of her belly.

His hands roamed her body, skimming down her back to search out the cheeks of her buttocks and the crevice between them. He pressed his fingers into that valley, causing an unexpected jolt of electricity to arc out and fry her nerve endings. She groaned into his mouth and kissed him harder, the magic his fingers were working on her making her crazy with need.

He broke away, grabbed her by the shoulders, and tugged her up to her feet.

Dazed, she stared at him, swaying at the abrupt cessation of pleasure.

Peter stared at the front of her silk shirt, his nostrils flaring. Georgia looked down. The partial handprints of the man who’d tried to assault her were still plainly visible.

His fingers touched the silk, slowly outlining the marks on it.

“Did he hurt you?” Peter’s voice was low and rough.

“Bruises, that’s all.”

The tips of his fingers strayed from the marks to brush one nipple then the other.

Georgia’s breath caught, and she swayed toward him. That fleeting touch wasn’t enough. She wanted more, needed more.

Chapter Fourteen

He put both hands onher waist and slid them up, taking the blouse with them. His palms rode every curve, tickled her ribs, and stroked her breasts as he pushed her shirt up. He pulled her into a deep kiss.

His lips ate at hers, devouring her whole, while his hands unclasped her bra and pushed it up too. He pulled away and looked at her. Bluish-green bruises marred the creamy flesh of her breasts.

Peter lowered his head and lapped at the bruises with his tongue and lips then blew hot little breaths across her skin that raised her body temperature by several degrees. He worshipped her but never came close to where she needed his mouth the most. Her nipples were hard, erect and so sensitive the slightest whisper of air across caressing them sent pulses of pleasure through her body.

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