Page 24 of Undercover Shadow
“I’m not finished yet,” he said with a sly grin as he reached between my legs, parting my folds with soapy fingers. “Does this hurt?” he whispered.
I quivered when his thumb pressed against my clit. “Not at all,” I managed to say even as my brain struggled with remembering what words were.
“Come for me, Leila,” he murmured as his fingers worked their magic.
As if responding to his command, my body clenched, and pleasure like I’d never known until tonight seized every muscle.
“Breathe, love,” he said, trailing kisses down my neck, making me shudder all the more.
We sat in the warm water for a few more minutes, but when it cooled off, he shifted me forward.
“Stay here,” he said.
Tag returned with one of his shirts and a towel he’d warmed by the fire. He helped me from the bath and dried me off, patting me dry as if I were made of glass. The shirt was soft from wear and smelled like him.
“Sleepy?” he asked when I tried to hide my yawn.
“Aren’t you?”
He smirked. “Honestly?”
“Always.”
“I can’t imagine closing my eyes with you beside me, wearing nothing but my shirt.”
We crawled under the blankets, and soon, the shirt was on the floor and our naked bodies were once again pressed together.
“Teach me,” I said, shy as I reached for him.
He took my hand and wrapped it around his length. “You won’t break me, love,” he said, tightening my grip as he showedme how to move up and down. When he shuddered like I had in the bath and closed his eyes, I was more empowered than I had been when I was invited to officially join Unit 23.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked when he covered my hand, then removed it.
“Nothing, love, but when I come again, I want to be inside you.” He reached for a packet on the nightstand and opened it with his teeth.
“Can I help?” I asked.
He held out his palm, and I picked up the condom. “Put it on the tip, then roll it down,” he said, resting his arms at his sides.
“What if I don’t do it right?”
His eyes had drifted closed, but he opened one. “You’re doing it right, Leila. So right.”
When he smiled, I did too, and when he rolled me over, spread my legs with his knee, then pressed against me, I strained, trying to get nearer.
“So anxious,” he said, moving through my wetness.
“My God, that feels amazing,” I said, arching my back more as a reflex than anything intentional.
“You are amazing, sweet Leila.” His jaw tightened, and I watched, wanting to see—to remember—how he looked when he came.
After makinglove again the next morning, we lay in bed, both quiet after experiencing another mind-blowing climax.
“Hungry?” Tag asked.
“Ravenous.”
We made our way to the kitchen, where he insisted I sit while he prepared food. He moved around the space like he’d lived here all his life, scrambling eggs, toasting bread, and brewing tea.
