More Than a Mission - Caridad Pineiro [56]
He cradled the back of her head in his hand and she gave another quick bite before licking and sucking at the spot.
He hadn’t gotten a hickey since high school. He had forgotten how good it felt. How wonderful it was to put the bite on her, he realized as he brought his face to the hollow between her neck and shoulder. Bit and sucked and licked until they were both moaning and clutching each other.
They finally eased away from one another. Breathing heavily. Bodies tense with need.
He was certain of one thing. It was going to be…
Wild, he thought as she hopped up and wrapped her legs around him, bringing herself hard against erection. “Lizzy?”
“Touch me, Aidan. Like you did before,” she urged, her hands locked behind his head, drawing him close.
He kept one hand at her back while he jammed the other under the edge of her tank top, moved it upward until he was cupping her breast. Her nipple was a tight peak in the center of his palm. He gripped it between his thumb and forefinger, rotated the peak and she let out a little gasp of pleasure, tightened her legs around his waist.
In the back of his mind came the thought that this was wrong. That Lucia would be watching and hoped she knew the meaning of discretion and shut off the cameras because…
He wanted to hear more. Feel more. Taste more. Smell more: he wanted everything with her.
Somehow he bared that breast to his gaze. Her nipple was a sweet caramel color against the cream of her skin. As he brushed his lips against it, Lizzy let out another little gasp and his erection tightened painfully at that sound.
He needed to be inside her. Hearing her pleasure spill from her lips as he moved within.
But first, he had to taste her again.
He licked the tip of her. Sweet. Hard against his mouth as he closed his lips around her nipple and sucked.
She gripped his head to her with one hand. Eased the other one under his shirt. Her palm was soft against his skin. Warm.
He didn’t know how it happened, but they were suddenly on the edge of the large sofa in the middle of the room. She was leaning back against the soft, welcoming cushions, her legs open. He was immediately there, drawing himself against her as he continued caressing her breast.
She held him close, and he moved his mouth on her. Sucking. Biting.
He wanted her to do the same. All over him. Which meant they had way too much clothing on.
Elizabeth must have felt the same way since she eagerly reached for the hem of her tank top and ripped it off, revealing herself.
It distracted him for a moment. He sat back on his heels and looked his fill. Placed his hands on her midsection and traced the indentations in her abs. Slowly shifted upward until he was holding her breasts in his hands. Rubbing his thumbs across the distended tips of her nipples.
She surged forward, slipped her hands beneath his jacket and eased it off.
His T-shirt followed quickly as he removed it and knelt before her again. She ran her palms all along his skin and he leaned close, shifted his hands to her back to bring her nearer.
She did the same, but encountered the hard ridges of scar as she did so.
He sensed her hesitation and immediately reminded, “Shrapnel. Army, remember?”
With an accepting bob of her head, she traced the edges of his scars with her fingers, as if to soothe, although the hurt was long gone, Aidan thought.
A shudder ripped through his body at her actions and he gripped her tight, buried his head against her neck.
Her comforting brought a change in what had been happening between them. A banking of the fires for the moment as they held one another, drawing succor from the embrace.
Finally he eased away, reached up and brushed a lock of her hair back from her face. “You’re…beautiful.”
She smiled. A slow, comfortable smile that did something funny to his insides. “Thank you.”
He brought his hand down to her shoulder, where he traced the straight line of it. Moved down a little