Page 26 of Breaking Danger (Ghost Ops #3)

She looked down, at them. God. His lighter pubic hair meshed with the trim triangle of dark sable between her thighs.

He could see the lips of her sex clutched around his dick, pale pink on the outside, redder where the lips unfolded to accommodate him.

The two of them looked like some erotic statue from the dawn of time, ancient gods fused together.

He felt fused to her, his dick having somehow found its natural place, inside her.

He looked down at her, at all the places he hadn’t visited.

Her breasts—pale, with dark rose nipples.

He hadn’t even kissed them. What was that about?

He could make a woman come by sucking on her nipples alone.

His eyes dropped down from her breasts to her smooth belly, narrow waist flaring to round hips.

God. Kissing her belly alone should have taken him an hour. And down, down to her sex.

Another place he hadn’t visited with his mouth yet.

He didn’t mind going down on women. It was fun, got them wet, sometimes made them come.

A great threefer. His mouth hadn’t even gone near her pussy, which was amazing.

He went straight to business with Sophie, had done so the moment he’d fallen through her door, as if being inside her was this huge immense goal, whereas normally he enjoyed those little side streets.

They both had to live, just had to. He was going to get them safely out of Dodge, no question. He couldn’t die before doing all the things he wanted to do to her. He hadn’t touched her enough, hadn’t sucked her nipples, hadn’t kissed her sex.

Just the thought of that—of his mouth closing on the lips of her sex, tongue in her, exactly as if kissing her mouth, taking his time…

His dick swelled in her and she gasped.

“Felt that?” He was trembling, sweating. His voice came out in gasps. “Know what that was? I just now thought of going down on you. I imagined my mouth on you, licking inside you, right where my dick is now. That’s what that was about.”

The words were hard, harsh. Harder than he usually used. Women liked prettier terms than that and he obliged them. Who cared? He could be a little poetic when he had to be. When it was worth his while.

He couldn’t do that now. No pretty words, no poetic terms. Not with his mind blasted with lust and heat. There was no filter between what he was feeling and what came out. He was expressing himself in the crudest way possible and he couldn’t backtrack and choose better words.

It was a miracle he could speak.

Her little sex contracted and he hissed, as if in pain. It was almost—but not quite—painful. Heat flashed through his groin, his balls pulled up tight. God.

Sophie’s arms lifted, grasped his forearms, hands tight around his elbows. Her nails bit into his skin. Yes. Just a little touch of pain. Oh yeah. Felt good.

She contracted again and he swelled even further inside her.

“Jon,” she panted. Her thighs started trembling. He could see her heartbeat pulsing in her left breast, making the pale, silky skin shake. “I can’t—I’m?—”

“Coming,” he growled. He set his jaw, trying to hold back on his own orgasm.

At the farthest reaches of his consciousness he was astonished at himself.

He never came first, never. He could wait any woman out.

He came when he wanted to, no exception to that rule.

Except now, when he was on the verge of blowing up without having even started fucking yet.

All he’d done was enter her and he was seeing black at the edges of his vision.

Sophie lifted herself a little, pushing him further into her and she exploded.

Her sex pulled at him in wet clenches so strong he could see her belly muscles contracting.

She closed her eyes as her back arched, her white neck so tempting beneath him as she pushed the back of her head against the pillow, letting out a low moan.

Oh fuck, it was just too much. Too much. Control was impossible here, what man could possibly control himself with beautiful Sophie Daniels contracting around him, face tight as if in pain? No one could. Sure as hell, he couldn’t.

With a groan, Jon lowered himself on to her and started fucking her hard, hips slamming into her, that low moan now stuttering because of his heavy thrusts.

He wasn’t fucking her normally with smooth and regular strokes.

Oh no. That would have required some degree of control and that was beyond him.

He simply made the movements necessary to give him some friction while staying as deep in her as humanly possible, more or less grinding into her with the strength of his whole body, jerking heavily and… he started coming.

With no warning, no idea really of what was happening to him.

He was like this machine on overdrive and suddenly he slipped a gear and he was coming in huge spurts, his entire body liquefying and pouring itself into her with no holds barred, no sense of boundaries, no sense of where he ended and she began.

They were both exploding, together in an endless loop where she contracted around him again and it set him off which set her off again, so intense it was like dying, only of pleasure not of pain.

He had no idea how long he kept moving inside her in great jerking motions.

She was so wet he was making embarrassing sounds as he moved in her.

It was impossible to tell whether it was her juices or his and it didn’t make any difference, the important thing was that he was able to move fast and hard in her without any impediment at all.

At the beginning it would have been impossible to move like this.

She had been so tight and she still was, but nature had taken care of that for them.

Jon’s hips slammed against her and he came again, with no sense of how many times he’d already come. It felt like he’d been climaxing for hours, the entire world reduced to his dick moving in her, endlessly.

But finally, finally, the spurts subsided and he could feel himself soften, just a little. Or at least he wasn’t painfully stone hard.

With one last cry, Sophie subsided, the soft arms and legs that had held him so tightly falling back to the bed, the tension in her thighs and groin gone.

He shouldn’t, but he let his entire weight rest on Sophie because his spine had just melted. He would probably never move again, a total cripple. But a cripple that was going to lie on Sophie Daniels forever, semi erect dick half in-half out of her.

Worked for him.

They were covered in sweat, mainly his because he recognized his smell.

Overlaid by a faint smell of spring and lavender, which was her.

His hair was plastered to his scalp and he could feel sweat pooling in the small of his back.

They were both wet around the groin, but that wasn’t sweat. He recognized that smell, too.

A marking scent. His marking scent. It had never come out of him before but he recognized it instantly.

Some atavistic part of him wanted to rub himself all over Sophie so she was steeped in his scent.

Parts of her weren’t touching him. The soles of her feet, for instance.

If some man were to take her shoes off and sniff the soles of her feet, he wouldn’t smell Jon. Well, that was unthinkable.

And all over her back. They were stuck together along their fronts but her back was Jon-less. Oh man, he had to do something about that, pronto. Just as soon as he regained the use of his spine. And limbs.

He kissed her ear lazily, because his mouth was one part of him that obeyed the command to move. “Wow,” he whispered. “That was?—”

And a bell sounded and the world turned upside down.

In the space of less than a second Jon switched from exhausted, contented lover to warrior on a mission. For the merest instant he regretted interrupting what they had, though a part of him recognized that if he was going to die in the next 24 hours, at least he’d had the best sex of his life.

And then the instant passed and he went into full Warrior Mode.

He lifted himself up and away, standing up next to the bed.

Sophie was finally able to take a deep breath without his heavy torso on her chest. Her eyes fluttered open. “What was that?”

Jon was already assembling his gear. “I set my scanner to sound an alarm when it recognized that the trailing edge of the swarm was half an hour out. We’ve got thirty minutes to get ready and then we make a break for the helicopter.”

Sophie was already up. She went to the bathroom and he heard the shower go on for one minute, tops. And she emerged and dressed quickly, no fumbling. Good girl.

Jon kept an eye on the time as they readied themselves.

He pulled a swatch of material out of his backpack and motioned Sophie over.

Her eyes held a question but she was otherwise composed.

For a second he allowed himself a flash of pride.

What a woman. She’d risen from a bed where’d they’d had the most incredible sex possible and were now on a war footing where no tender words could be spoken. In the space of a couple of minutes.

Anything that broke the mood of the deepest possible seriousness was a weakness, intolerable. She could have fumbled, pouted at the change in mood but she didn’t. She was completely ready, watching his face for cues, obedient to any gesture he made.

She was a great teammate.

She wasn’t a pushover and she wasn’t the kind of woman to obey a man because he was a man. But she was super smart and recognized that in this arena, he knew more than she did.

Once they got back to Haven, Jon would deliver her to the lab and step back while she entered a world she knew infinitely more about than he did. It was the kind of teamwork he had with his teammates and it reassured him that he could count on her.