More Than a Mission - Caridad Pineiro [58]
Aidan groaned, but hastily removed her jeans.
She sank onto the giving cushions of the sofa, opening her legs as he knelt before her. He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs nervously and his gaze as it skittered up to hers was equally tense.
“Aidan?” she asked and cradled the side of his face.
“You’re like no one I’ve ever met,” he confessed and dropped a kiss on the palm of her hand.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” she said, feeling exposed on too many levels.
“It is, only…I might not be able to stop after this.”
She laid her hands over his to still the motion of his hands as he moved them on her thighs.
“Who said we had to stop?”
His hands trembled hands beneath hers.
He looked up, his gaze intense. Compelling. Troubled.
She suspected that she knew the reason why. Leaning forward, she cradled the back of his head and kissed him. A reassuring kiss. One that said, no matter what happens, it’s okay.
And it was.
When he finally parted her with a hesitant kiss and then licked the swollen bud of her clitoris, she nearly jumped out of her skin. It had been too long and Aidan…Aidan knew just what to do even before she thought it, much less gave voice to it. He slowly licked until she was pressing toward him. Then he sucked and slipped first one finger inside, followed by a second.
She was writhing on the couch, holding his head to her when he bit down on that nub and sent her over the edge.
“Aidan.”
She cried his name out and he rose, was suddenly poised at her entrance. Somehow he’d managed to get a condom on. She couldn’t recall when or how. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember anything other than how wonderful he was with his hands and mouth.
And although she had just had one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life—even if her experience was limited—she was suddenly on the edge again, wanting him to enter her and ride her to another.
She met his gaze, her breathing still shaky. Reaching for him so that he could join with her, she was surprised when he inched away a bit and shook his head. But when he grinned, she realized with relief that it wasn’t about stopping.
“You won the race, remember?” he said, and, with that, he lay down on the floor and pillowed his head in his hands.
The race? Puzzlement turned to amusement. Ah, yes, the race. The win that guaranteed her position…at least for this time.
She eased off the couch and knelt beside him as he lay exposed to her. That long sculpted body within reach and absolutely impossible to ignore. Almost as impossible to ignore as the long, equally impressive state of his erection.
A pool of damp drenched her as she imagined what would happen soon.
But first, she had to touch.
Chapter 20
Lucia cursed as the signals from the cameras continued to be nothing more than static. She hadn’t been able to end the jamming. But she had been able to pinpoint the general source of the transmission—a spot right behind the cottage where she had seen Aidan enter with the Sparrow.
She could head there, but by doing so, she risked compromising Aidan’s assignment. Given what she had seen of what was going on…
Aidan was physically safe. His heart, however, was another matter. And the assignment…possibly already compromised if what she suspected was happening was actually happening.
Lucia had heard what he said about it being just about the job. But behind those tones, her women’s intuition had picked up on his attraction to the Sparrow.
Glancing at her watch, she realized Aidan had been incommunicado for just over twenty minutes. That’s all it took, she joked with herself, but realized she couldn’t rush in just yet. She would get in gear, get prepared and give it just a little while longer before she went in search of the jamming device.
Alone. She knew that broke with procedure, but calling in Walker now was sure to cause problems and, as the lead, Aidan would not take it well.
They’d had enough problems without creating another.
Aidan lay watching Lizzy as, in turn, she looked at him. Her sherry-colored eyes had darkened to that cognac color