More Than a Mission - Caridad Pineiro [79]
He was breathing roughly, barely in control when he finally reached for a condom from the nightstand. His hands were shaking so badly, he couldn’t open the foil packet, and so she reached up, did it for him. Took out the condom and gently unrolled it over his erection.
He groaned again as she did so, and then he was between her legs and pressing into her. The width of him stretching her. Slowly, he eased in until she no longer could focus on anything other than the way him being inside rocked her. Hot and so hard.
When he flexed his hips, she brought her hand to the small of his back and stilled his motion.
He met her gaze and seemed to know what she wanted, for he pressed forward just a bit more, causing her breath to leave her sharply. After, he met her lips in a kiss and for the longest time, that was all they did.
Just kiss with him buried inside her.
When that was no longer enough, he bent and sucked her nipples. Teethed the tips until her insides clenched around him. She knew he felt it because he groaned against her breasts.
“Do you like that?” she asked, and he looked up from her breasts.
“Yes,” he said, but then immediately bit the tip of her breast, yanking a mew of pleasure from her. “Like you like this,” he teased and did it again.
She held his head to her and tightened on him. It seemed as though he grew even larger within her, grew hotter, and she continued moving her muscles on him that way while enjoying his mouth on her breasts until it too wasn’t enough.
With the flex of her hips, she rolled him onto his back and straddled him. Drove him even deeper, which she hadn’t thought possible. She stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation. Relishing the warmth of him that was finally beginning to dispel the chill within.
And as temporary a feeling as that was, she strove for it. Shifted her hips and rode him to build the heat until her body was shaking and, beneath her, he was likewise trembling.
She met his gaze, joined her hands with his as the passion built even more as she pumped away on him faster and faster until, finally, her body clenched around him tightly. He pushed up into her to send her over the edge and he called out his own completion.
She dropped down onto him, breathing roughly, her body damp with sweat.
He pulled the sheet up to keep her warm and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled against him and laid her head on his chest. The strong, if somewhat erratic, beat of his heart reminded her they were still alive.
It was that beat and the warmth of him that finally lulled her to sleep.
Chapter 28
Lucia had been kind enough to retrieve some of Elizabeth’s own clothes while she showered. So now she sat, refreshed and clean, waiting for a call from Corbett Lazlo.
Despite that, she jumped when the phone rang.
Someone had run a longer cord so that the phone now sat on the coffee table in front of the couch where she and Aidan were seated. Opposite them, Walker and Lucia waited in matching wing chairs.
It was Lucia who caught her gaze for a moment before reaching over and picking up the phone. “Lucia Cordez,” she answered and a second later, she said, “Yes, of course, Mr. Lazlo.”
She reached over again, this time to engage the speaker. “Can you hear us, Mr. Lazlo?”
“Yes, thank you, Lucia. Ms. Moore, are you there?”
As if she’d be somewhere else, she thought, but didn’t voice. “Yes, I am. Do you have any news for me?”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Moore. I spoke to the various authorities, but you must understand—”
“All I understand is that you say my sister is dead, Mr. Lazlo, but you refuse to let me see her,” she interjected, pain and annoyance coloring the tones of her voice.
“That won’t be possible, Ms. Moore. I have the CIA, MI6, even Interpol who all want their time with the bod…with your sister. They all want their experts to gather the evidence they need to close their cases.”
The cold returned full force. She swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. Struggling