Page 30 of Echo, the Sniper (Men of PSI #2)

“Good to hear. And I know you’re ready for me, you’re so fucking wet.

” Satisfaction colored his words, and I felt the abrasive caress of his whisker-shadowed cheek against my inner thigh.

“I’m going to put my mouth on you now, baby girl, and I need you to not freak out about it,” he murmured, the words penetrating through the red haze cloaking my mind, and a wild thrill of excitement shot through me.

“I promise, you’re going to find this... pleasant .”

That one word bounced around in my head as I stopped breathing in sheer anticipation.

Then he lowered his head to my apex and put his mouth on me.

“Oh... God.” He was killing me. That was the only thought my overwhelmed brain could produce as intense sensation hit me at the first stroke of his tongue over my clit.

The sweet pleasure was so excruciating I was sure I couldn’t take it, and I twisted my hips in a blind effort to throw him off.

A strong arm snaked underneath me and held me in place, while he still kept the fingers of his other hand plunging inside me.

I wasn’t going to survive this.

Sounds I’d never made before flowed from my lips—incomprehensible cries and pleas for him to stop, then in the next breath, to give me more. I was lost in a madness I’d never known, and yet I still hadn’t found my release.

There was still so much more he needed to show me.

He feasted on me like I was his favorite meal, sliding his tongue along the length of my slit.

Feverish heat radiated off of me, and I was certain I was about to fly apart as he explored my channel thoroughly, but gave zero attention to that hard bud of nerves after his initial caress.

Yearning for that euphoria, my body twisted under him, desperately trying to force him to give me more.

Clearly, the man was fluent in body language—or at least, the kind of language my body was shouting at him—because a low chuckle escaped him before he gave me what I craved.

With his invading fingers increasing their rhythm and his other arm holding me more securely, he at last found my clit with his tongue, circling and flicking it without mercy.

Ragged cries ripped from my throat as sensation billowed through me.

It curled ever deeper, pulling in on itself until I half-believed I’d implode with the deliciously agonizing pressure, and I tried to throw myself into it by grinding against his mouth.

But he held me immobile, teasing, taunting, ratcheting my near-painful pleasure to the knife’s edge.

.. but never allowing me to leap off of it.

Tears of mingled bliss and frustration slid from the corners of my eyes, while another kind of dampness soaked his fingers.

“Echo.” I didn’t recognize my voice even as I strained for more. “Do it, do it, just...”

“Do what, Rory?” His voice was a purr of dark, lush sin. Just the sound of it made me tremble. “Tell me what you want. Give me some of that dirty talk I love so much. Tell me what you need me to do.”

What I needed him to do was use his mouth for something other than having a leisurely conversation while I was about to die of pleasure almost realized. But clearly I wasn’t going to get that satisfaction unless I told him exactly what I wanted, so I tried gathering my scattered thoughts.

“Use that... that mouth of yours to get me off.” I was so lost in wanton need I wasn’t even embarrassed at the words coming out of my mouth. “Eat my pussy and make me come, and I swear I’ll return the favor.”

“Beautiful,” he whispered with what I fancifully imagined was reverence. Then he dropped his head once again, his lips latching over that tight bundle of nerves and sucking it in to be teased with his tongue.

I shattered. My back bowed, my head digging into the pillows as that exquisite shattering roared through me like a miracle.

It was heaven and bliss and everything glorious.

Ecstasy strained all my muscles until it was a wonder the spasms didn’t break all my bones.

But as perfect as my release was, it was also a kind of hell; as much as I tried to hold onto that little glimpse of heaven, it began to slip through my fingers, and suddenly all I wanted was to find that perfection all over again.

Without a word, I grabbed him with both my arms and legs and managed to flip him onto his back.

Dimly I registered his look of surprise, but I wasn’t asking for permission anymore.

Instead, I took—took the initiative, took what I wanted, took him .

I wanted the pleasure he created in me, so with my knees straddling his narrow hips, I took his granite-hard cock in hand and guided him inside.

I knew how to do this now.

“ Fuck .” His teeth ground down on the word, his tone both dangerous and helpless, and I thrilled at the knowledge that I could do that to him. “Rory... Jesus fuck, I’m not going to last long. I’m already close.”

“Best news ever,” I breathed as he filled me, because the pleasure pulsed in my veins once again, surging me back onto that’s knife’s edge between the real world and sheer delirium.

I adjusted, and our moans mingled as he became fully seated inside me.

With my breath coming in shallow gasps, I pressed my hands against his chest, bracing myself as I began to rock.

I bit my lip at the slick glide of his cock along my inner walls.

The combined pleasure of him inside me and the grinding of my clit against his pelvic bone became a frantic rhythm that held my world together, along with the equally desperate need to make this powerful man moan.

He did just that and more, his eyes squeezing shut and head plunging back against the mattress, his moans becoming my name.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and I instantly became addicted to it as the pleasure became jagged and raw.

Echo had been right, I realized as his movements slipped from smooth to wild and savage.

Giving pleasure while receiving it was eons more satisfying than merely taking it.

I loved this sense of sharing. I loved knowing he found me beautiful, desirable.

I loved discovering what I enjoyed and finding new ways to make him come undone, like he was now. I just... loved.

A hoarse cry broke from him as he pumped wildly into me, and that was enough to push me over the edge yet again. But this time I wasn’t alone, and that somehow made everything that much more glorious.

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to want to leave this bed.

” I wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

Enough for our frantic breaths to ease and the sweat that had covered my body start to cool.

When he rolled us onto our sides and my body lost his, I made a sad sound and then inwardly laughed at myself.

Amazing, how just a week ago I’d thought I hated sex.

“I know someone is trying to kill me, and I know I won’t be safe until we find out who’s behind it all.

But I seriously never want to leave this bed. ”

“Later this afternoon, we’re going to stake out Josiah Armstrong’s car at the airport,” he responded, surprising me with what seemed like a random comment.

“We know the make, model and license plate of his car. We know he works at a bar in one of the airport restaurants, and we know he clocks out at 5:00 PM. We follow his pear-shaped ass home, hopefully to where Edward Terwilliger is. We’ll wait until nightfall, and then. ..”

“And then?”

He curled me close and pressed his lips to my brow. “And then we get answers. But until this afternoon, there isn’t a damn reason for us to leave this bed. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” I replied so instantly he laughed out loud.