Deadly Games - Cate Noble [52]
“Oh!” Gena pitched her hips forward as she sought the sensation again.
“Feel good?”
She nodded. “Does it feel that way for you, too?”
Rocco flexed his hips. “Different, but good. In fact, if you’d grip me more firmly—” She immediately tightened her hand. “That’s it.”
He worked two fingers inside her, then leaned down and caught her nipple in his mouth. This time as he sucked, Gena rubbed rhythmically against his hand.
“I … I’ve never,” she said, panting, “felt this way.”
Rocco felt ready to explode. Part of him wished they could go on like this for longer and maybe next time they would. He reached for a condom and sheathed himself.
Gena watched. “It looks so big and … hard. Now what?”
“Just relax, sweetheart. It’ll unfold naturally.”
She lay back against the pillow. Rocco eased up over her and then lowered himself slowly, barely rocking his hips. As Gena increased the rhythm, he met it.
He suckled her breasts as he eased his cock partway inside her. Feeling the heat and wetness there was totally different from what he’d felt with his fingers.
Gena tried to arch against him, frantic.
“Raise your legs, sweetheart,” he urged. “It will help.”
She did. They both cried out as Rocco slid deeper, but not all the way in.
“Please. More!” Gena demanded. “I want it all. All of you.”
Her words undid him. With a groan he pushed in farther, felt her tightness increase. Gena writhed beneath him, taking in more and more before losing control.
When her orgasm hit, she screamed his name and bucked her hips, shattering his control. Surging forward, Rocco rocked all the way up, all the way inside Gena.
Home.
Then without another move, he had the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Chapter Eighteen
Thailand, Uncertain Location
October 5, Unknown Time
The last time Maddy had been transported, she hadn’t been drugged, though she’d been blindfolded and bound before being forced onto a helicopter. Had she been moved because her captors worried Rocco had traced the telephone call?
They hadn’t traveled too far. She estimated the flight time to be twenty minutes, but her worry increased when the blindfold was removed and she saw the elaborate compound she’d been brought to. A personal residence, she guessed, belonging to someone wealthy and powerful.
The doctor did not accompany them, though she did help Maddy wash up and change before leaving. The embroidered robe she’d been given to wear was short, hitting midthigh. But at least it was clean. It had matching slippers that were insubstantial but beat bare feet.
The black-uniformed armed guards escorted her into the palatial compound and herded her into a formal sitting area. She tried to take in details of her new surroundings. The room was decorated in a baroque style with heavy drapes over the windows. She was directed by gesture to sit on one of the brocade sofas. One of the guards stood at the door, while the other disappeared.
Ever since her pregnancy had been outed, her captors had treated her fractionally better. Which worried her since she knew they weren’t doing so for humanitarian reasons. Her captors thought they’d have better luck procuring Dr. Rufin in exchange for a pregnant woman.
And while it gave her hope to know Rocco knew that she’d been abducted—and Rocco would tell Travis—she worried what Travis would think once he heard she was pregnant. Would Travis realize he was the father? Or would he believe her captor’s claim that her unborn child was Rocco’s?
She thought about her last phone conversation with Travis. He had been traveling and promised they’d have a deep conversation about taking their relationship “to the next level” as soon as he returned. Would they ever have that conversation?
As much as Maddy wanted to believe in happy endings, she was first and foremost a realist. Even if the Agency had Dr. Rufin as her abductors claimed, the CIA would never negotiate with the enemy. Maddy