Page 21 of ELITE Protection
“Do you want to take a picture? It’ll last longer,” he teased.
“No need.” She dropped her gaze over his body head to toe, one more time. “This image is burned into my memory and labeledmale perfection.”
“There’s more of it to see.” He reached for his towel and started to unwrap it. “But maybe I’ll wait for the big reveal until after you feed me. To be honest, I’m starved.”
“In that case, why don’t you go put on some clothes while I dish up the chili,” she suggested. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t eat anything if she had to look across the table at his naked chest. Although, the idea of smearing chili and licking it off that amazing body did hold some interest.
Twenty minutes and two empty bowls later, Isaac shoved his chair back from the table. “You cooked. I’ll clean up while you go shower.”
“You trying to tell me I stink?” She smiled as she took her bowl to the sink.
He moved behind her, reaching around to place his dirty dishes next to hers. Her back to his chest, he leaned in and sniffed her neck. “I actually like the smell of female sweat.” Then he licked her from her collarbone to her ear. “Mmm. Salty. Shall I see if you taste the same…everywhere?” His big hands came around her, his thumbs skimming the underside of her breasts. Her abdomen shuddered at his light touch.
Hannah knew damn well she’d sweated all day. The early morning adrenaline rush of being chased by religious radicals, followed by hours of downhill, cross-country, and uphill skiing in bright sunshine made her thankful for the wick away, high-tech clothing she wore.
If she were going to sleep with this man, she’d do it with a clean body. His hands moved up to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened. When he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, she went wet.
“I have a better idea.” She rubbed her ass against his erection. “Why don’t we take a shower together?”
He bent down and scooped her up, lifting her off the floor into his arms. “I like the way you think.”
He carried her into the only bathroom in the house. “I’ll be right back. Be naked.”
Hannah wasn’t sure she liked being bossed around. She was an independent woman, an officer in the Syrian army. She gave orders. But she needed the shower. She could just as easily close and lock the door, although she was pretty sure that wouldn’t keep Isaac from coming in anyway. She started peeling off clothes and tossed them into a corner hoping there was a washer and dryer somewhere.
Isaac reappeared, gloriously naked with a foil packet in his hand. He stopped in the doorway and watched her peel off her long underwear. Her white bra and cotton panties were utilitarian, not sexy at all, but she couldn’t tell that by the heat in his eyes. She reached around the back to unhook her bra.
In one long step, he stood in front of her. “No, let me do that.” He wrapped one hand around her back and with the slide of his fingers, the two hooks released. His hands on her shoulders were so gentle as he slid the straps down her arms and tossed the bra aside.
He stared at her small breasts for what seemed like an eternity.
“They’re perfect,” he said just above a whisper. He lowered his head and licked his way around her areola. “Not quite as salty.” Then he sucked her breast deep into his mouth.
Hannah didn’t bother to hold in the moan. Her breasts were very sensitive and seemed to be connected directly to her clit. Surprised it was possible, she became even wetter.
He released her breast and blew cool air over her already puckered nipple before he switched to the other side. This was such sweet torture.
Running his tongue between her breasts, over her quivering abdomen to her belly button, he kneeled in front of her.
In a sensation like she’d never had before, he ran his tongue along the top edge of her panties. Back in college, she would’ve been embarrassed for not wearing one of her many pairs of lacy panties or a sexy thong. But after a week in the desert, she had thrown them all away and replaced them with sturdy cotton.
“Isaac,” she managed to gasp out just before he hooked his thumbs in the sides and drew them down her legs. She stepped out and kicked them aside. Once again he was staring at her, but this time at the neatly trimmed hair that covered her sex.
Aziz had thought it disgusting that she had shaved all but a small swath. He had insisted she let it grow back naturally. She, accustomed to U.S. grooming standards, continued to at least keep it trimmed neatly. She didn’t want to think about her former lover with Isaac on his knees in front of her. She wanted—no, needed—him to replace all the memories of the traitor.
She cupped Isaac’s face in her hands and forced him to look up at her. “Shower. Now.”
When he started to protest, she pulled on his head, forcing him to stand.
“You are so beautiful,” he said and tenderly kissed her. When he pulled back, her eyes met his and saw questions. “Hannah, are you sure you want to do this?”
She reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a slight squeeze. “More than you will ever know.”
CHAPTER9
Isaac reached overand turned on the water. It was going to be a tight squeeze even though he and Uncle Samuel had built the shower for men their size.
Hannah was obviously uncomfortable with him going down on her. Not a problem. Not all women liked oral sex.
