Page 58 of Covert Vengeance

With effort she focused on their reflection once more. Meeting her gaze in the mirror for a heart-stopping moment, he pressed into her slowly from behind.

Amber’s eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back on a moan of pure bliss at the slow, heated stretch as he filled her. “Jesse,” she gasped out, the combined sensations of his stroking fingers and his thick length filling her stealing her breath. Her sanity. He’d wrested control from her and she didn’t want it back.

He growled deep in his chest and curved more tightly over her, his hips, stomach and chest plastered to her. “Beautiful,” he whispered, dragging the length of his cock almost all the way out of her before surging forward gently again.

Ecstasy splintered through her. Amber writhed in his grip, unintelligible moans and cries filling the air while he stroked her inside and out. She was trembling now, her whole body drawn taut as the promise of release hovered in a tantalizing glow at the edge of her consciousness. Being at his mercy added a new, vulnerable edge, his demand for her to surrender absolute. It turned her on like nothing ever had before.

“Where, Amber?” he demanded in a hot whisper against the spot where her neck and shoulder met. His teeth scraped over it, triggering a rush of goosebumps. “Tell me where you need me. Here?” He angled his hips, stroked the thick head of his cock right over the sweet spot inside her.

Her helpless cry of pleasure answered for her, her muscles quivering as her body climbed closer, closer.

“There,” he confirmed, satisfaction filling his voice. He repeated the motion over and over, dragging her right to the edge of orgasm before pausing.

“No,” she whined, desperate to come. He was so exquisitely hard inside her. So thick, and he was hitting exactly the right spots. “No—”

Her protest was cut off by another searing, heart-stopping kiss, his fingers tightening on her jaw as his tongue tangled with hers. She had no choice but to endure the wait, consumed by his kiss, overwhelmed by him while her body eased back from the precipice. Finally she moaned and sagged in his hold, a shudder rolling through her as she surrendered to his will.

Then he began all over again.

Amber lost all sense of time and space as he worked her body, building her pleasure, relentlessly hitting every sweet spot while he muttered to her in a mix of English and Spanish she only caught fragments of. She barely recognized her own voice when she reached the edge of the peak the second time, her cries of release a mix of pleading and triumph.

This time he didn’t stop. Her core clenched around him while the orgasm finally snapped all that beautiful tension free.

“Yeah,belleza,” he groaned in a dark voice. “So gorgeous when you come for me.”

The dark possession in his voice only added to the sweetness of the release as he cupped her sex with his palm and drove into her deeper, faster. Amber splayed her hands on the hood to brace herself and pried her eyes open in time to watch him in the mirror for those last few moments.

He was beautiful and fierce in his pleasure, face taut, eyes closed and his head thrown back as he absorbed every moment of it. A long, loud groan wrenched from his parted lips, the muscles in his arms and shoulders standing out in sharp relief as he drove deep and let go, pumping into the condom.

Dragging in a shaky breath, she struggled to regain her wits as he rested his damp forehead against the back of her shoulder and held her close, still buried inside her.

Jesus.

She dragged her tongue across her lips, willing her heart rate to return to normal. She’d never felt anything like that before. All the sex she’d had up to that point was suddenly a cold, pale substitute for what they’d just shared. And it was a stunning revelation to admit that yeah, shehadliked giving up control to him.

As if sensing her thoughts, Jesse’s eyes opened, that dark, intense stare meeting hers in the mirror. Seeing past her shields to the heart she kept so closely guarded.

Amber jerked her gaze away and stared down at her splayed hands still braced on the hood, shaken.Holy shit.

This whole experience had shifted something for her. He was addictive. She already wanted more. So much more than this one time. Her mind was already leaping ahead to envision what it might be like to be in a relationship with him.

The dreamy haze evaporated instantly as she thought of the coming op. Stanislav was gunning for her. There was a good chance she wouldn’t make it back alive.

She dealt in life and death. She had no business dreaming about frivolous things like romance or a future with a fellow assassin.

Chapter Sixteen

Uh-uh. No way was he going to let her withdraw from him now. Not after the way she’d responded to him, the way she’d let him in, and he didn’t care that she was uncomfortable with it.

Determined to stay on the inside of her protective shields, Jesse nuzzled the soft curve of her neck where it met her shoulder and trailed kisses up it, stroking his fingers over the edge of her jaw until he met the corner of her lips. He turned her face toward him more, fitting his mouth across hers in a slow, thorough kiss. She moaned and twisted her body toward him, reaching up one hand to curl around his nape.

He smiled against her lips, sucked at the plumper lower one before easing away to search her eyes. They were still a little dazed, confusion mixing there along with a deep satisfaction.

He’d be lying if he didn’t admit to being proud of both. “I knew it would be like that with you.”

Surprise lit her eyes, then she ducked her head and started to turn away.

He caught her chin between his thumb and fingers, stilling her. She thought she’d manipulated him into having sex, but he’d gotten inside her on a far deeper level than just physical, and it had rattled her. Hell, the strength of the growing bond between them rattled him a little too.

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