Shadow of Temptation (Asylums for Magical Threats 2.50) - Page 18

He growled, bent down, and sucked her nipple. Hard. He felt her other leg wrap around his waist, but he focused on teasing her tight bud with his tongue. A swirl, a flick, and then he finally bit her gently. She tightened her grip in his hair and he released her. He blew on her wet flesh and she shivered. He smiled. “Maybe I should stop there.”

“The hell you will.” Sabrina grabbed his head and brought it down to her face.

Sabrina didn’t know what had come over her, but all she knew was that from the instant Jorge had kissed her, all of her years of pent-up lust had come rushing forth.

At least that was what her mind wanted to rationalize, but Sabrina had never wanted a man to fuck her as much as she wanted the man currently between her legs. His warmth, his strength, and even his taste made every inch of skin sensitive and aware that she was a woman and he was a man.

The way he tortured her nipple had nearly made her come. When he blew on her wet skin and suggested he should stop, she was beyond the point of rational thought. So, she took what she wanted, grabbed his head, and kissed him.

She pushed her tongue inside his mouth and arched her back up to rub her sensitive nipples against his chest. The friction of one bared breast and one bra-covered against the fabric of his shirt was a different kind of sensation than what she’d had before, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin around, over, and inside her.

Jorge had taken control of her mouth again, making her breathless with his strokes and nips, but somehow she managed to break the kiss. Between pants, she managed to whisper, “Take off your shirt.”

She barely had a chance to blink before his shirt was tossed to the floor. She raised a hand to his chest and ran her fingers over his smooth, hard muscles. He grabbed her hand. She looked up and her heart skipped a beat. She saw something she hadn’t seen since his return to Merida—mischief in his eyes and a playful smile on his face. Just as sh

e’d thought, he wasn’t a total lost cause.

He squeezed her hand against his chest and his voice was husky when he said, “I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.”

He stared down at her still covered breast, released her hand, and tugged her bra down. He flicked her nipple before he ran his hands over her breasts and around her sides. “Arch up for me, baby.”

She did, and he unhooked her bra with slow, deliberate movements. Each brush of his warm fingers on her skin sent wetness between her thighs.

But she was impatient. Due to the nature of her work, it’d been years since she’d had sex, and Sabrina was done with waiting.

She was about to push his hands aside and unhook her bra herself when he finally yanked her bra free and tossed it aside. She reached for him again, but Jorge shook his head and stared at her bared breasts. She’d never been shy about her body, but right now, with his hot gaze on her skin, she flushed.

His eyes took a devilish glint and he cupped the side of her breasts with his hands as he started to rub his thumb across her nipples. Each rough pass against her throbbing skin made her wetter. She whispered, “Jorge, please.”

He released her right breast and traced a finger down her ribcage to the waistband of her shorts. “I want to rip these off and fuck you, but I don’t have any protection. Do you?”

Shit. She shook her head. “No, I haven’t needed to worry about that for a long time.” He smiled at her remark and she narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling? I want to be naked and sweaty from sex, and now that’s not going to happen. With who knows how many people on the lookout for you, it’s not like you can run to the drugstore.”

He unbuttoned her shorts and slowly unzipped them. “I’m smiling because I’ve fantasized a long time about making you come with my tongue.”

Suddenly all she could think about was Jorge’s head between her thighs, licking and suckling her to orgasm. “Oh.”

He grinned and she stopped breathing for a second. She reached up and laid a hand on his arm. She wanted to tell him how good it was to see him smile, but she was afraid that mentioning it would bring his past back into the bed and kill the mood. Instead, she said, “Stop teasing me and prove you can do it.”

His grin faded into something much hotter. “For that, I’m going to take my time and lick oh so slowly until you’re so frustrated you’ll be begging me to finish.”

His words sent a rush of wetness straight between her legs, and her clit was pulsing in anticipation. But she wasn’t going to surrender that easily. She opened her mouth to reply when someone knocked on the door.

What the hell? Had someone actually found them?

Sabrina’s training kicked into action the same time as Jorge’s. She sat up as he moved to the side of the bed and took out two guns from the nightstand. He placed one on the bed next to her and his voice was low when he said, “Put your shirt on and cover me.”

Sabrina nodded and grabbed her shirt from the floor. Jorge went to the door as she tossed the shirt over her head. She picked up the gun, clicked off the safety, and took position to where she had a clear line of sight to the door but could still dive for cover if she needed it.

She nodded and Jorge turned the lock. She could see the chain still latched across the door, which would give them a few extra seconds to react if things went south.

He placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly twisted it open. He gave her one more look before he inched the door open. Before he could say anything, a woman with accented English said, “Jorge Salazar, it’s bad form to keep a lady waiting on the doorstep. Now, my dear, open this door and invite me in. Despite your ungrateful behavior—of course who could blame you? I’d be cross too if someone interrupted my sexy times—I still might share my bag of pastries with you and Sabrina.”

Sabrina blinked. She wondered who the hell was the woman on the other side of the door and how she know her name.

Jorge had no idea who the woman on the other side of the door was, but her words about “sexy times” made him think that, despite all of his precautions, someone had stashed a camera somewhere in the room. The idea of someone else seeing Sabrina’s naked breasts didn’t sit well with him.

Right now, however, he needed to try to think of the best way to play this since he couldn’t use his shadow-shifting abilities again until tomorrow.

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