Page 21 of Dangerous Secrets

God, he broke the land speed record for undressing. Overcoat, jacket, shirt, undershirt, pants, briefs, shoes, socks.

Put on a rubber in record time.

ThankGodhe wasn’t on a mission because then it would have taken him minutes to get out of his shoulder rig, get rid of the ankle holster, unhook the spare magazines and flashbangs, lose the combat knife and sheath . . .

No wonder soldiers didn’t fuck in the field. It took them an hour to get undressed.

Finally, finally, he was naked and looking down at an equally naked Charity, spread out on the bed, a luscious little soft, pale morsel, arranged solely for his delight.

As stoked as he was, as horny as he was, as much as he wanted to jump her bones, he paused for just a moment to look at her, the pale perfection of her. Besides that delicate, slender body, all female grace, the expression in her beautiful eyes was enough to stop him dead. Softness, humor, affection . . .

It wasn’t what he was used to seeing in his sex partners. He was used to seeing lust and desire, and no emotions at all.

He frowned. Was she turned on? Or was she all wrapped up in this romantic fantasy she’d created in her head?

Only one way to find out.

Nick leaned down and clasped his hand around her ankle, pulling her leg out a little, anchoring it to the mattress. He was sidetracked for a second by the sight of her foot emerging from his dark fist.

God, even herfeetwere lovely. High-arched, narrow, pink-tipped toes. Good enough to eat. If he were to start at her toes, though, it would take him all night.

Some other time.

His eyes tracked from her pretty feet, up over the narrow ankles, up the long length of her legs and . . . ah. There it was, the source of all delight.

Here, too, she was perfection itself. A little cloud of pale brown pubic hair surrounding puffy pink tissues that, yes, thank you God, glistened. It was official. She was turned on. He could get going.

Well, one last thing.

Nick let go of her ankle and ran his fingertips up her leg, enjoying every inch of the trip. She was smooth and warm and entrancing. He slowed his hand down to savor the sensations, watching her eyelids droop a little.

Oh yeah. Her cheeks were tinted pink now, as were her nipples. He could see her heartbeat in her left breast, rocking the soft tissues. She was getting turned on by his finger on her leg.

Oh, and maybe what she could read in his eyes.

“Nick,” she whispered.

“We’re getting there,” he answered. Oh God, this was just such a delight.

Finally, his hand arrived where it wanted to be, against her soft little sex. She was wet and getting wetter by the second. His finger was enough to call up moisture out of her body, which he spread against the lips of her sex. He dipped his finger into her, just a little, and felt her jolt and sigh. He pressed his free hand against her knee, pressing it closer to the bed, opening her more for his touch.

The instant she understood what he wanted, she spread her legs for him. Nick could barely tear his eyes away from her—pink and puffy and soft.

Her eyes were closed now and he knew she must be concentrating on the sensation of his hand on her, at times in her. She sighed.

He could keep this up forever, just touching her lightly in the silence of the night, but when he glanced down at himself, he realized he’d better do this the old-fashioned way before he blew all over her belly and embarrassed himself and her.

He was enormous, red and swollen and hard as a club. His hand was having a good time and his head was, too, but his dick was protesting.

Do it right now or I’m out of here.

Okay, he told his dick. It always had been a hard-ass.

Keeping his right hand cupping her sex, he leaned his left hand on the mattress, right next to her sharp little hip-bone and mounted her.

Now the sensations changed. He no longer felt a dreamy sort of pleasure, as if in a daze. Now the feelings were sharper, harsher, keener. Acute and hard-edged.

No more slow, dreamy motions, no more enjoying her with all his senses. Now he had only one sense and that was concentrated between his legs.

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