Page 27 of Echo, the Sniper (Men of PSI #2)

“Don’t forget I like hearing it as much as I like saying it. I know it’ll take time for you to find your voice, but that’s okay. I’m ready to hear you whenever you’re ready to tell me what you want from me. There’s no wrong way to tell me what you want.”

“I want...” My heart nearly beat me to death. “I want to feel you, skin to skin. No clothes between us. Don’t know how to put that in dirty-talk terms, though.”

“Getting buck naked works for me. Stand up for a second, baby.”

I did so, and in a heartbeat the rest of my clothes pooled at my feet, proving that I was right. Wearing underwear hadn’t been necessary.

Lesson learned.

“The lights are on,” I said inanely, letting him guide me back to his lap even though he still wore his sweatpants. I doubted I’d ever felt more exposed in my life. “I’ve never been naked with all the lights on before.”

A low rumble sounded in his chest, and it seemed to swell with his breath. “Is it wrong that this bit of information makes me feel like a caveman who just found the ultimate gift of a woman?”

I blinked. “Why?”

“Because no man has ever truly seen you before now. Just me. I feel like opening the window and shouting it out to the world.”

“That would be kind of cold. And weird.”

“Not weird to any man’s ears. I can’t believe what a fucking idiot your ex must’ve been to not want to see every glorious inch of you, but I’m not complaining.

” His hand found its way back between my legs.

He slid his fingers deep into my cleft until my thighs quivered, while his lips cruised along the line of my collarbone.

“Bet he didn’t want you to get a good look at his saggy ass and pasty skin. ”

“Sounds about... right.” I was fast losing the ability to find my words, but I did have one thing I needed to get out. “I don’t think I ever wanted to see him naked, but I do want to see you, Echo. I want to see all of you. Is that okay?”

“Rory. Baby girl. You never have to ask that.” He sounded deeply moved, as if my request hit in an unexpected soft place deep inside. He rose to tug his sweatpants off, and I saw that my suspicion had been right—that commando was the only way he’d be under those sweats.

I also saw that his cock was... impressive.

Fully erect, with the flesh a shade or two darker than the rest of him, the head a deep purple. In a word, perfect .

Okay, two words— big and perfect.

Like, really big.

Would I even be able to take all of... that?

I’d never seen Dane naked, thanks to his obsessive need for blackout conditions, but I’d felt him. He’d been nowhere close to Echo’s stunning size, so this was promising to be quite a new experience.

“The way your eyes are bugging out of your head, I’m guessing you’ve never seen a naked man before, and again it makes me want to shout from the rooftops.

” As if walking around naked and fully aroused was the greatest thing ever, Echo moved back to the bed, this time at the side of it.

As he passed me, his hand snagged mine, pulling me with him as he once again settled down onto the mattress’s neatly made edge. “I’m so glad I’m your first.”

“You’re beautiful,” I blurted, struggling with my shy need to cover my naked girlie bits while still drinking in every fantastic inch of him.

But the way he looked at me—like I was the most miraculous thing he’d ever come across—kept me from giving in to that urge.

“Can we keep the lights on? I think I want to see everything. I want to see you . Is that weird?”

“Luckiest man in the world,” he murmured as if to himself before he shook his head. “It’s not weird at all, and I’m good with you watching absolutely everything we get up to. The only weird thing I can think of is how you were made all these years to hide your staggering beauty in the dark.”

“Staggering?” Now he was just being silly.

“Staggering. Stunning. Beyond magnificent. You should live your entire life in a spotlight so everyone can see how beautiful you are.” With his hand wrapped around mine, he once again pulled me onto his lap, only this time he positioned me so that I faced him, his knees pushing mine apart so that I wound up straddling his lap.

Another sharp zing of self-consciousness rippled through me at the thought of how he might feel just how wet I was.

Certainly he wouldn’t want that on his naked lap, since that couldn’t possibly be considered sexy. ..

“Relax, Rory.” He rubbed my back as I held myself stiffly, not wanting to touch that part of me onto his bare skin.

“Tell you what, why don’t we keep watching our movie while we get used to each other?

No pressure, yeah? You’ve liked everything you’ve seen so far, so let’s see what else you might want to try. ”

To be honest, I’d almost forgotten about the movie running on the screen; it was nothing compared to what was happening in real life.

But I allowed Echo to turn my head toward the TV, which displayed a way-too close-up of the woman’s intimate anatomy.

My own throbbed with need, and when Echo once again stroked my channel—this time with no barriers of any kind between us—I forgot to be self-conscious about what parts of my body were touching his.

Tension flowed out of my muscles as bliss took its place.

My fluttery breaths turned into sharp moans when he pressed against my clit and ground against it, his rhythm relentless until I was rocking my hips against him in a desperate drive for something more.

He gave it to me by urging me to watch the screen, and I opened my eyes in time to see the man insert his fingers into the woman.

A faint cry burst from my lips when Echo did the same, while his thumb continued to press and rub against that tight bundle of nerves.

The pleasure in me ballooned, wetness surging over his intruding fingers as a small spasm clenched my lower abdominal muscles in exquisite near-pain.

I didn’t care that he could now feel what he did to me.

I wanted him to know. I wanted him to feel how much I loved what he was doing to me.

I wanted him to understand that for the first time in my life, intimacy was a dream rather than a nightmare, and it was all because of him.

I wanted , and the freedom to do so was euphoric.

“I love those mini orgasms that come to you so easily, almost like you’ve never been touched in the right way.

” He spoke as if reading my mind, while his free hand roamed up my stomach to one of my breasts as if he were trying to commit me to memory through touch.

I shivered, loving his touch, and arched like a cat, seeking more.

“Damn, you’re just so fucking responsive. I love that.”

I loved it too, but I couldn’t stop gasping in order to respond in any coherent way. Instead I chased after greater pleasure by grinding into his hand. That tormenting pleasure grew, filling me to the point of madness. If something didn’t break soon, I was sure I’d die...

“Are you on any kind of birth control?”

It took me a minute to remember what birth control was, much less think of the IUD Dane had insisted I get. “Yes, I—”

“Good. For now.” His fingers slipped out of me so both his hands could grip my hips, and I murmured a protest at the loss of him.

Then to my surprise, he lifted me until I was on my toes, still straddling him, before he took one of my hands to wrap it around the hot, steel-wrapped-in-silk length of him.

“Guide me in.” His voice was rough, unrecognizable. Powerful in knowledge and confidence in what he was doing. Nothing on earth had ever sounded sexier. “Show me where you need my cock to be, then fuck me like I’m your very own goddamn sex toy.”

How was it possible to be scandalized at this point? “Me? Like this? But... we’re sitting up. I thought this was a, um... an activity done while lying down.”

“Oh, am I going to have fun teaching you all the ways to fuck, and not one of them has to do with missionary.” I was about to ask him what missionaries had to do with anything when he slid the head of his shaft through the wetness slicking my channel, soaking himself, while I shuddered helplessly at the contact.

“Do it, Rory. Get that sweet pussy of yours around my cock. Ride me like it’s your mission in life to get yourself off. ”

That sounded so deliciously naughty I did exactly as instructed.

Guiding him to my threshold, I felt the slide of his hard flesh enter me inch by inch as I eased myself down onto his lap.

I almost hyperventilated at the sensation of my internal walls stretching, stretching , while his shaft invaded so deeply I almost couldn’t believe I was able to accommodate him.

At first faintly uncomfortable, my body quickly adjusted to the profound fullness.

My hips shifted with a mind of their own, instinctively searching for the gift of fleeting, delicious bliss.

Yes.

A ragged groan ripped out of him, sending my delight into the stratosphere.

Did I really give him so much pleasure that he couldn’t keep quiet about it?

A wave of feminine pride and power surged through me, and I became drunk on it—the knowledge that I could make a man want me like Echo did.

That I was someone who was desired. Hungered for.

That I could be his sweetest dream and hottest fantasy.

It was a sense of power as old as humanity itself, and as I undulated my hips I reveled in his broken groans of pleasure.

“That’s it, Rory, fucking ride me.” His growl was barely human, his expression a fascinating mix of pleasure and torment, as if every feverish bounce of my hips gave him excruciating bliss.

“Ride me so goddamn hard... yeah, get me all the way inside you. Fuck me like the queen you are and make me come in your tight little pussy.”

“Echo.” I’d never heard such words spoken aloud before, much less to me, but I loved it.

A flashfire of heat poured through me, making my intimate folds throb .

His teeth bared on a deeper, more desperate groan as he grabbed my hips, compelling me to quicken my pace.

A sharp cry burst from me as my clit ground against his pelvic bone, the almost unbearable tension inside coiling even tighter as I did what he told me to do, riding him as fast as I could.

My body quivered on a knife’s edge, every muscle straining while the tension crushed me in the sweetest sort of agony.

When he greedily took one of my nipples into his mouth and bit lightly before sucking hard on it, the tension finally shattered.

And I shattered with it.

Pleasure crashed through me, so intense there was no way I could keep my eyes open to watch him as he lost control, too.

I flung my head back, my back arching with the enormity of my release, and I would have fallen off his lap if he hadn’t had me in a grip that slammed me again and again into his lap as he cried out.

Impaling me. Fucking me. Satisfaction filled every cell in my body, and though I yearned for it to last forever, I finally collapsed against his chest, utterly spent, as the last of the sweetest pleasure I’d ever known ebbed away.

“So,” Echo said breathlessly against my temple, our heart rates slowly climbing out of the danger zone.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re a fan of this first stop on our porn flick tour.

But don’t forget, this was just our first stop.

I’ve got something special in mind for where we go next. ”

“Oh my God.” I discovered I had just enough energy left to laugh.

As long as Echo was my tour guide, I’d follow him anywhere.