His lips covered the tight nipple, his mouth sucked at it, his tongue lashed it.
“So good,” she whispered breathlessly, hearing the words, knowing she should clench her teeth against them, but unable to.
His tongue curled around the tip, licked it with slow relish before his head lowered further and his lips surrounded the aching flesh.
The moan that escaped her lips was tight, filled with desperation and a fight for breath. Pleasure seared her nerve endings and burned through her mind. The heated draw of his lips against her nipple was fiery and exhilarating.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tehya lifted her head, her lips finding the tough lobe of his ear and the sensitive flesh beneath.
The taste of him was heady. Slightly salty, all male.
Tunneling her fingers through the long hair at the back of his neck, feeling the slightly coarse roughness, the cool caress of each strand, added to the sensations whipping through her.
She wanted to feel him all over her. His tongue licking her, oh, yes, just like that.
His tongue rubbed at the too-sensitive peak of her nipple. He licked as though he loved the taste of her. His lashes lifted and the brilliant blue of his eyes was like a flame, burning in the center, filled with hunger.
For her.
“Jordan.” His name whimpered past her lips.
She would have said more. She needed to say more. But before the words could form, his head lifted, his lips covered hers, and her senses became swamped with a sensual pleasure that burned straight to her soul.
His arms surrounded her, held her tight to his chest as she turned to him, the heated tips of her breasts brushing erotically against the material of his evening jacket.
A hungry moan escaped her, fed into their kiss as she struggled to move, to turn, her desperation to hold on to him, on to the pleasure only building.
And he gave it to her.
Jordan could feel the rising flames whipping through both of them. She was like a flame herself, flaming in his arms as he tugged at the skirt of her dress, jerking it over her thighs as she straddled him, her hands in his hair, her lips beneath his, her tongue licking at his.
His cock was so damned hard it was a living ache, tortured and desperate as his hips jerked upward when the hot dampness of her pussy came over the heavy wedge. Nothing protected her from his possession but the material of his pants and the ultra-thin silk of her panties.
The naturally bare folds of her pussy beckoned him, drew him. The lush heat radiating between her thighs had him nearly insane for her.
How easy it would be to lay her back on the seat, spread those pretty thighs and tear the thin silk of her panties from the slick flesh awaiting him.
The need to fuck her was clawing at him.
His balls were tight, agonizing lust tore up his spine and clenched through his muscles.
He was burning for her and only the possession of her would still the fire.
Fuck that.
The fire for her was never stilled.
Tearing his lips from hers, Jordan quickly pushed his fingers into the long, silken curls of her hair, clenched, and held her in place as he stared back at her, watching as those beautiful green eyes opened with drowsy wonder.
She looked as innocent as the day she had walked into the Elite Ops base six years before. She looked untouched, though he knew damned good and well she wasn’t. He’d taken her every chance he had, and still he hadn’t had enough of her.
Would he ever touch her enough, take her enough, taste her enough to still the hunger that raged through him for her?
“Don’t stop.” The longing in that soft whisper sent a shaft of pure lust jerking through his dick.
“Not yet.” It was all he could do to force the words past his lips. “In our room.” Where she would be safe. Where he could take his time, where he could have her as he wanted her, every way he wanted her.
Her lashes fluttered as he pulled at her hair again, pleasure washing through her expression.