Page 38 of Undercover Infidel
“Her dismissal of AIWS seemed too absolute,” I admitted. “I’d say it wasn’t like her, but it’s one of the things we often disagreed about.”
“I thought the same.” He took a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving mine. “The question is why.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to consider the worst-case scenario.” I set my glass next to his on the hearth. “We should compile a list of potential?—”
My words cut off as Con leaned forward and kissed me, gently at first, then with growing intensity. The discussion of Labyrinth faded to insignificance as his hands framed my face, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones.
“I can’t count the number of times today I wanted to take you in my arms,” he confessed against my lips.
“I wanted you to,” I whispered back, my hands finding the buttons of his shirt.
We abandoned our dinner, wine forgotten as our clothing was discarded piece by piece. Con’s body was a revelation—broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, muscles defined but not excessive, the picture of a man who maintained his physical condition as meticulously as his technological expertise.
His hands found the belt of my robe, pausing at the knot. “Are you certain?” he asked, his voice husky.
In answer, I untied it myself, letting it fall open. His sharp intake of breath was gratifying, his eyes darkening as they traveled over me.
“You’re extraordinary,” he said, lowering me gently onto the blanket spread out on the floor.
What followed was exploration and discovery, his hands and mouth learning every curve and hollow of my body as mine mapped the contours of his.
“Lex—” Whereas before he’d asked directly, now he seemed to be waiting for me to speak first.
“I want to be with you, Con,” I said, not wanting to waste time. We were both adults, lying naked side by side. Now was hardly the time to change our minds, not that I would’ve.
Rather than respond with words, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed where I’d slept beside him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, pulling a condom from the bedside drawer and eyeing me through heavy, dark lashes. “Everything about you…”
“Con, please.” I reached for him, longing to feel his skin against mine again.
Setting the packet on the bed, he leaned forward, weighing the heavy flesh of my breasts with bothhands. My need for him intensified when he brushed his thumbs over my hardened nipples.
“The scent of your desire is intoxicating,” he said, bringing his mouth where his fingers were, then closing it around one nipple.
I gasped when the fingers of his other hand moved between my legs, pushing them open before cupping me.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was hoarse when his fingers penetrated me.
My body writhed. “I ache for you, Con.”
“I cannot wait any longer.” He tore the packet open, sheathed his hardness, then settled himself between my thighs. When he pressed against me, I knew my body would adjust and accept him, but I flinched nonetheless at his size.
“Do you trust me, Lex?”
My eyes met his. “I do.”
“I won’t hurt you.” He eased the tip in just a little, then reached between us, finding my clit and toying with it until I nearly came.
I whimpered when he moved his hand away and eased his cock deeper at the same time he lowered hismouth and teased my breast before sucking it again. He let it go with a pop, then thrust hard inside me.
“We were made for this. You and me. A perfect fit.”
His words melted me from the inside out, and tears filled my eyes. I pushed away the thoughts of him saying that to any other woman and focused on how right he was.
Con began to move, filling and stretching me, each stroke deliberate. I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts, moving with him until we reached a frantic pace, pounding against each other. His fingers found my nub again, and with a cry, I shattered in his arms as though the pleasure was so intense that I’d break apart.
He held me, wrapping one arm under my arched back as he thrust again and again. His body stiffened, and he threw his head back, pressing deep inside me once more before I could feel him pulsing inside me as the rest of him stilled. He braced himself on his elbow, and our eyes met. The connection I felt then was so far beyond physical pleasure. The sensation of how right he was, how perfect we were together, was overwhelming.
