Page 12 of Lethal Pursuit

Jackson immediately raised his upper body off the bed, allowing her to peel the cotton up his chest to expose the muscular planes of his torso to her avid gaze. Oh, he was gorgeous. With a hum of appreciation, she bent and nuzzled the pad of his pecs, pausing only to push his dog tags away and press a kiss over his thudding heart before she leaned down and settled the soft weight of her breasts against his hot skin. Tiny shocks of pleasure radiated through her body at the contact.

He shifted restlessly beneath her, lifting into her body. “Your hair,” he murmured, tugging at the elastic holding her bun in place. “Take it down.”

Amused by the command, she did as he said, adding a little shake of her head so the cool weight of her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Jackson’s stare was so hot it all but singed her naked skin. A surge of triumph swept through her. His hands trailed reverently through her hair, his fingers tangling gently in the waves, following their length to where they ended against the rise of her breasts. Maya bit back a gasp as her nipples hardened even further, eagerly awaiting the touch of his hands, his mouth.

She shook herself out of her sensual haze. This was about making him lose control, not the other way around. She would never let her guard down that far with a man.

Oblivious to her thoughts, Jackson let his hands drift down to cup her breasts. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t mind that they were small. But when he leaned up and forward, making all those defined muscles on his torso stand out in sharp relief, and tilted hishead like he intended to taste her, she stopped him with a solid hand on the center of his chest. She pressed back firmly. “Lie down.”

His lust-glazed eyes flashed up to hers and held, assessing her for a long moment before he at last relaxed and slowly complied. When he was settled, once again sprawled out on his back for her enjoyment, Maya rewarded him with a string of nibbling kisses across the broad expanse of his chest. She rubbed her face against the thin line of dark hair in the center of his chest, pausing to leisurely lick at a tightly beaded nipple. Jackson hissed in a breath and threaded his fingers into her hair, flexing them against her scalp. The feel of his hands there, holding her close and urging her on, was sexy as hell. Using teeth and tongue, she continued to tease him, nipping her way down the shallow valley that delineated his abs until she reached the hem of his boxers. His fingers contracted against her scalp.

“Mmm.” She set her hand over the thick ridge of his cock, pleased at the way his eager flesh flexed against her hold. With a soft sound of approval, she licked the smooth skin just above his boxers and squeezed the solid length of him, while her other hand slid into the waistband and tugged downward.

Jackson lifted his hips to help her, hands still wound in her hair as she drew the boxers off and grasped him with both hands. His cock was hot and hard, kicking in her grip.

“Maya—” His voice cut off abruptly as her cheek brushed against the thick length of him. She wanted to taste him so badly. Drive him out of his mind with pleasure. A long, low groan tore from his chest when her tongue stole out to lap at him. The salty tang of him exploded on her tongue, increasing the insistent throb between her own legs. Hungry for more, she parted her lips and took the swollen head into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around that sensitive spot beneath the ridge.

“Oh, Jesus, Maya...” His back arched, head rolling back in ecstasy.

Oh yeah,just like that. Exactly like that.His husky plea, her name on his lips, sent a shiver through her.

His hands bunched in her hair, a little less gently now that his control was fraying, his fingers rubbing against her scalp in a drugging caress that made her eyes close in enjoyment. The musclesin his belly were rigid and his breathing was erratic. She sucked him slowly and firmly, working him with her mouth, wanting to make him writhe. And even that wasn’t enough. She wanted to hear him moan in release and know she’d pushed him past any resistance into pure need. But she wanted him inside her when she did.

Without releasing him, she reached beside her for her pants beside the bunk. A few fumbling seconds later she had the condom. Giving him one last luxurious suck that made him hiss out a breath, Maya sat up to tear the packet open. Jackson let go of her hair and wrapped his hands around her waist instead. He licked his lips, breathing unsteadily as she smoothed the condom down him and quickly straddled him. Before he could do anything more than grasp her hips, she stood his erection up with one hand and eased down on his length, taking him in. He was hot and thick, the delicious stretching sensation making her clit throb. She ignored it, focused solely on her objective. Watching his face, she sank down until he was fully embedded inside her.

His nostrils flared, eyes glittering with raw hunger as he stared up at her. He reached up to touch her breasts, but she blocked him. With a frustrated sound he gripped her waist again, but the sound dissolved into a groan as she began to ride him. “Baby, just...” Jackson reared up, both hands splaying over her back to hold her close as his mouth latched on to one of her sensitive nipples. He did it with such absorbed hunger that she let him for a moment.

No man had ever touched her the way he did, with such care for her pleasure. For just a second, her control wavered under the temptation to give in to the warm pull of his mouth, his caressing tongue. It felt too good. Though she ached for more, she pushed at his shoulders and tried to lean away. Jackson held her tight, keeping his mouth right where it was.

Sensation swelled, sending a trail of fire from her nipple to her pulsing core. His mouth was hot, his tongue like warm velvet against her sensitive flesh. A tiny gasp escaped her as the pleasure bloomed hotter. She rocked faster, using her hands on his chest for leverage as she pushed him toward the peak. He sucked at her with an erotic greed that made her heart squeeze.

Unable to stop herself, she clasped the back of his head with onehand and held him close for just a little longer, reveling in sensation. It would have been so easy to forget herself, lose herself in the moment and forget her purpose here. Her body wanted the release he offered.

No.

With effort, she drew away from his mouth and shoved at his shoulders until he once again lay on his back beneath her. His dark eyes glittered with frustration, those strong hands wrapped around her pumping hips, his fingers digging deep. Having the sheer leashed power of him beneath her and at her mercy made it even better. She picked up speed and his head rolled back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, lips parting in ecstasy.

Two seconds later, footsteps sounded outside the tent. Jackson went rigid, his fingers biting into her hips to hold her still. A boot hit the first stair outside the tent. Maya paused, turning her head toward the tent flap. She had every intention of finishing what she’d started, and let Jackson know it by squeezing him with her inner muscles.

“Cam, hold up,” Jackson called out, his voice strained with need and arousal.

“Huh?”

“Hold up,” he repeated roughly, staring defiantly up at Maya the whole time.

“Uh, okay...” Cam’s other foot hit the top step, then the stair creaked but no further sound came. Was he sitting there, waiting for the okay to come in? She smothered a laugh.

Meeting Jackson’s annoyed gaze, Maya again tightened around his captive flesh, wanting to push him beyond the end of his control. More than anything she wanted to see him let go, surrender to the need she sensed burning in him. He felt so good inside her. Too good. It made her yearn to give in to sensation, find out if he could make her climax. Instead she ignored the urge and circled her hips. “Gonna come for me?” she whispered, her voice a wisp of sound in the stillness.

The look in his eyes changed instantly. The glittering hunger retreated behind a wall of cold determination. Before she could even guess what that meant, he flipped them and she suddenly found herself beneath that powerful body, at his mercy instead.

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BREATHING HARD, MUSCLESbunched in an agony of need, Jackson stared down into the shocked depths of Maya’s eyes. Even in the dimness he clearly saw the flicker of unease as she realized she was no longer in control. In those first few seconds he watched the knowledge sink in that he was stronger and could force a response out of her if he chose. The primal part of him wanted to. She was as turned on as him; he could feel it in the slickness between her thighs and hear it in the little gasps of pleasure she tried to hold back. What the hell was this? A sexual power trip? Because he didn’t appreciate being on the receiving end of it. And he hated it more that he couldn’t stop his physical reaction to her.

As much as he fought the pounding hunger, his body wouldn’t allow him to stop. Not now. He was too close, too on edge and he’d wanted Maya for months. He’d be a goddamn idiot to pull out now, and he knew she’d disappear once he did.

That didn’t mean he was ready to go down without a fight first. If she was hell-bent on unraveling him completely, then he was taking her there with him.

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