Page 12 of My Special Ops Neighbor
She executed the change and watched the coverage map update. The gap disappeared.
"Test it," he said.
After running the diagnostic, she turned in the circle of his arms to face him. "Fixed."
"You just made my defensive position stronger in thirty minutes than I managed in two years." His gaze burned into hers. "You're incredible."
"It's just pattern recognition—"
"It's exactly what we need." His hands moved to her waist. "Watching you work, seeing how your mind processes these systems... it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
The compliment sent desire racing through her veins. "Is that what I am? Sexy?”
His gaze dropped to her mouth. "You're everything I didn't know I was missing."
When he kissed her, it was with the hungry intensity of a man who'd been holding back too long. His mouth moved against hers, his hands tangling in her hair as she pulled him closer.
"I've wanted this since the moment I saw you," he murmured against her lips. "Wanted you."
"Then have me," she said, surprised by her own boldness.
His answering growl was purely male satisfaction. He lifted her onto the control console, stepping between her thighs as his mouth found the sensitive spot below her ear.
"You're so responsive," he breathed against her throat. "I can feel your heart racing."
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressed against her core. The contact made them both groan, and she rocked against him experimentally, loving the way his breath hitched.
"That's what you do to me," she said. "You make me feel things I didn't know I could feel."
"What do you feel?"
"Like I'm burning from the inside out." Her hands roamed over his body. "Like I need you more than I need air."
When he pushed her shirt up, his movements were reverent. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said, his hands spanning her ribcage. "Learn what makes you come apart."
His mouth replaced his hands, trailing kisses along her ribs while his fingers worked at the clasp of her bra. When the fabric fell away, he groaned deep in his throat.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "So damn beautiful."
When his mouth closed over her nipple, she couldn't suppress the cry that escaped. The sensation shot straight to her core, making her arch against him. His tongue circled and flicked while his hand cupped her other breast, thumb brushing over the peak until she was trembling with need.
"Please," she moaned.
"Please what?" His voice was thick with desire as he switched his attention to her other breast. "Tell me what you need."
"I need you to touch me." The words came out bold in a way she'd never been with anyone else. "I need to feel your hands on me."
His answering growl sent shivers through her. His hands moved to the waistband of her yoga pants. "Lift up for me."
She obeyed without hesitation, and he stripped away her pants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving her completely bare. The cool air raised goosebumps on her exposed skin, but his hungry gaze made her feel beautiful and wanted.
"Perfect," he breathed, his hands skimming over her thighs. "You're absolutely perfect."
When his fingers traced up her inner thigh, she shivered with anticipation. He was taking his time, exploring every inch of newly revealed area with touches that made her shiver.
"Vincent, please," she said.
"I know, sweetheart. I've got you." His thumb brushed over her center, and they both groaned at the contact. "God, you're so wet for me already."
