Page 128 of A Touch of Treachery
Maybe it was everything we’d been through over the past few days, all the death and danger and deception, but the kiss went from sweet and gentle to hard and demanding in an instant.Each press of his lips and stroke of his tongue against mine lit more and more fireworks of desire that exploded throughout my body
I pushed on Desmond’s shoulders, walking him backward away from the windows.He kissed me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth, then bent down and scooped me up.I wrapped my arms around his neck and locked my legs around his waist.The heat of his body blasted over me like a furnace, and I greedily squirmed closer to his warmth.His erection settled into the perfect spot between my thighs, and I hummed in appreciation and rocked forward.
Desmond groaned against my mouth.“You keep that up, and we’re not even going to make it to the bedroom.”
I rocked forward again and nuzzled my nose against the golden stubble along his jaw.I drank in his scent, a clean yet heady mix of pine and soap.“I guess you’d better hurry, then.”
Desmond laughed, whirled around, and carried me into my bedroom.Like the rest of the apartment, it was sparsely furnished, with just a bed, but that was all we needed.
Desmond put my back against the wall.I slid my legs down his body and landed on my feet.He braced his hands on the wall beside me, then bent down and pressed a series of hot, hungry kisses against the sensitive skin of my neck.
I reached down, fumbling with his belt, then his zipper.As soon as I got his pants open, I plunged my hand down and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard length.
Desmond jerked back.His gaze locked with mine, and his eyes burned a brilliant silver-blue.The overhead lights flickered in time to the quick, firm glide of my fingers as I stroked him.
“You ...ahhh...Charlotte ...”Desmond buried his face against my neck, his tongue lapping at the rapid pulse hammering in my throat.
He dropped his hands from the wall and went to work on my clothes, unzipping my pants and sliding his fingers down into my underwear.I gasped and spread my legs a little wider, giving him better access.Desmond caressed me with quick, firm motions, just as I had done to him.
My legs trembled again, and wave after wave of desire crashed through my body, each one stronger and faster, like a rip current dragging me out into an endless ocean of pleasure.
I surged forward and kissed him again, harder than before.We were both in a frenzy now, and we spun away from the wall, our lips, tongues, and hands all over each other, kissing, licking, and stripping off clothes.Desmond stopped long enough to grab a condom from his wallet and cover himself with it.I took birth-control pills, but we always used extra protection.
I pushed on his shoulders, and he sat down on the edge of the bed.His arm snaked around my waist.I straddled him, and he fell back onto the mattress, bringing my body down on top of his.I dug my fingers into his hair and kissed him again, long and hard and deep.Even though I was plastered against him, I couldn’t feel enough of him, and I squirmed closer.
Desmond skimmed his hand down my chest and stomach, then teased me with his fingers again.Soft and slow, then fast and hard.I sucked in breath after breath as he stroked me, and every nerve ending in my body sparked, crackled, and vibrated in time to the movements of his nimble fingers.
Desmond kept teasing me, bringing me right to the edge of an orgasm.Then he removed his fingers and thrust inside me.
My hands dug into his shoulders, and I gasped at the heady sensations spiraling through me.Desmond let me adjust to the feel of him, then placed his hands on my hips.He drew me back, then forward, thrusting into me a little deeper than before.We both gasped.
“You feel so good,” he growled against my neck.
“Not as good as you do,” I rasped back.
We both lost all sense of control, and we rocked back and forth, each motion harder and quicker than the last.I threw my head back, fully engulfed in that rip current of motion and spine-tingling sensation.Desmond squeezed my hips and pulled me out into that ocean of heat and bright, sparking pleasure right along with him, until ...
My body clenched around him, and an orgasm pulsed through me, intense and sharp and crackling.I cried out, and a moment later, so did he, each of us drowning in the other.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
DESMOND
Charlotteshudderedoutabreath and slumped forward, her chest resting against mine.We stayed like that for the better part of a minute.Then she drew back and opened her eyes, her dark blue gaze blazing just as brightly as her aura, which glowed like a sapphire sun.
It was—shewas—the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I gently kissed her, then slowly withdrew.Charlotte slid over onto her side.She nuzzled my neck, then sat up, got to her feet, and held out her hand.I took it, and she drew me up off the bed and into the bathroom.I got rid of the condom, and Charlotte tilted her head toward the shower, a wicked grin on her face.
“Want to get cleaned up, Dundee?”
“With you, Numbers?”I grinned.“Always.”
We both shed the rest of our clothes.I grabbed another condom and laid it on a shelf in the shower.Charlotte turned on the faucet, and we stepped under the spray.The warm water beat down on my body, but it was nothing compared to the fire still raging through my veins.I’d just been as close to Charlotte as I could be to another person, and I still wantedmore.
My heart squeezed.Somehow I knew I would always want more of her.
Charlotte stepped forward and dug her hands into my hair.She massaged my scalp with her fingertips, then dragged her nails across it for good measure.My dick sprang to life again, and I was hard within seconds.
