Tehya felt herself exploding. Arching, shaking, her back came up, her fingers clenching in his hair as the rush of flames tore through her body and seared across her nerve endings in violent response.
The rush of liquid heat between her thighs had Jordan groaning into the swollen folds of her pussy.
He’d never tasted anything as sweet, as rain soft as this woman’s response to his touch. Her body was tight, shuddering, pleasure tearing through her as he brought her to orgasm, holding onto her, amplifying it with soft licks of his tongue and the little rubbing motion he used against the underside of her clit.
She was jerking in his arms, crying out his name, her voice hoarse, filled with emotion. God, he didn’t want to hear the emotion. This was one night only. It was supposed to be one kiss only, but the damage had already been done. They were both so damned hungry for this that he knew there would be no staying away from each other unless this was finished.
Then he could return to showing the world what a cold, hard bastard he really was. He would return to showing Tehya that there was no future to this, ever. That tonight was all they could ever have.
As the final pulses of her orgasm flexed against his tongue, Jordan slid back slowly, lapping at her, filling his senses with the sweetness of her before straightening, picking her up in his arms and carrying her to her bedroom.
He had been here only once before, when she first came to the Operation center. He had shown her to the small underground apartment, showed her around.
When they had stepped into the bedroom, tension had whipped in the air, even then.
It wasn’t much different now. Boxes were packed and awaiting transport rather than awaiting unpacking. The bed was larger, king-sized rather than full as it had once been.
He laid her in the center of the bed, narrowed his eyes down at her as he undressed.
Shedding the last of his clothes, Jordan watched as Tehya tossed her gown to the floor. It would have been a shame to ruin the silk, but he would have torn it from her if she hadn’t removed it herself.
Gripping the base of his dick, he fought back the need to simply fuck her. That was what he should do. He should go right to her, thrust inside her, and drive them both to climax.
But he needed more. He ached for more. He had his own fantasies to fulfill tonight, especially this one.
He watched as she sat before him, pushing her hair back, staring up at him with those witchy eyes as she licked her lips slowly.
Jordan eased onto the bed, kneeling in front of her, the overriding lust stripping away what little restraint he had held on to over the years.
His hand slid into the back of her head, delving beneath those silky curls.
“You know what I want,” he growled, almost wincing at the sound of his own voice. “Suck my dick, Tehya. Let me fuck that sweet mouth.”
Hunger flared in her eyes and he wanted to curse. He hated himself. Hated the needs that tore through him, the dominance that was too much a core part of him, and the hunger he couldn’t still for this too delicate woman.
Her lips parted for him, her little pink tongue peeking out to lick over the engorged, flushed head of his cock as rapid-fire electrical impulses began to attack his nerve endings.
Clenching his teeth, he couldn’t hold back the groan that rumbled from his chest. It was so fucking good. Her tongue was a lash of pure sensual delight on the head of his dick, the aching throb of pleasure sending waves of sensation through his balls and then across the rest of his flesh.
His fingers clenched in her hair as his thighs tightened. He swore he could feel his come building in his balls, threatening to erupt.
Holding the base tight, he rubbed the swollen head against her tongue, her lips. Watching as her eyes met his, as the engorged flesh of his cock caressed heated damp silk.
He wanted to sink inside. To feel her hot mouth closing over the supersensitive head of his dick and sucking it in. The anticipation of it was killing him.
“Suck it,” he ordered roughly. “Let me in that hot little mouth, baby. Let me fuck it like I’ve dreamed of for far too many damned years.”
He’d had too many fantasies of this. It had weakened him over the years, obviously, because he was damned if he could pull back from her.
Her lips parted.
Jordan didn’t wait for her to take him. Her lips parting was permission enough.
Holding firm to her hair, he watched instead as he pushed inside, then shuddered as a wave of heat tore through him as he watched her suck him inside.
Sweet, pink lips were stretched, reddened. Those brilliant emerald eyes fluttered closed as pleasure suffused her face. Her hands smoothed down his flanks before moving up, one hand easing between his thighs, her fingers finding the taut, responsive sac of his balls and cupping it with silken hands.
This was ecstasy.