Page 39 of Lethal Illusion (Six Points Security #8)

She reveled in the feel of hard muscles under warm, taut skin, all that power just waiting to be unleashed.

Her hands drifted from his chest to his abs, tracing the ridges of each muscle as she went.

Lower still, past his hips, and when her hand wrapped around his hard length, a groan rose from his throat.

She marveled at the searing heat, at the feel of him pulse beneath her fingertips.

With a stroke, he grew even harder, and she smiled at the knowledge that she did that to him.

Gently, he gripped her wrist and eased her hand away. “If you keep that up, it’ll be over before we get started.”

She laughed between kisses, while her hands resumed their explorations, mapping out each spot that made him hum, or growl, or groan—the man was vocal about what he liked.

He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, his eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. “Your turn,” he said. “I want to see you, Sloane. All of you.”

Fingers clumsy, she unfastened the sash, and she sucked in a breath at the feel of cool air on her breasts.

She slid her arms out of the sleeves, and Navarre tossed the robe to the floor with the other, leaving her completely exposed.

And feeling a tiny bit awkward. It had been…

well, let’s just say awhile, since she’d last gotten naked with a guy.

Not to mention, she’d eaten a fair amount of junk food an hour or so ago, and—

“Christ, you’re fucking perfect.” The sheer reverence in Navarre’s voice melted a few of her insecurities, and when his hand palmed her breast, she forgot about them altogether.

He brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple, and she arched into his touch. Then he dipped his head, sucked the nipple into his mouth, and it felt so good she made a strangled sound.

Navarre’s gaze flicked up to hers. “You like that, eh?”

“Oh yeah. Do it again.”

He did, and oh, how she loved a man who followed directions.

Her whole world narrowed and focused on the feel of his warm hands and hot mouth all over her aching skin. He felt so incredibly good, much better than she’d imagined possible. Liquid heat poured through her veins, and when his hand slipped between her thighs, she damn near lost her mind.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Sloane. I can’t wait to taste you there.” He reached into her with one finger, then another, and with each stroke, the tension in her body built at an alarming rate. Higher. Tighter. Just a little bit more, and she’d find the release her body desperately demanded.

“I need you inside me,” she said between labored breaths. “ Now .”

“You’re not ready yet.”

She made an impatient sound. “If I were any more ready, I’d spontaneously combust.”

But instead, he added his mouth to the mix, and her whole world blew apart.

She gasped, her head thrown back against the pillow, unable to catch her breath.

She was pretty sure he was going to have to peel her off the ceiling.

Her fingers dug into his hair as the orgasm overloaded her senses, and when the echoes of ecstasy finally receded, she felt more alive than she had at any other point in her entire life.

Navarre looked so damn pleased with himself, like he just climbed Mt. Everest or something. Hell, who could blame him? As far as she was concerned, any man who could bring that kind of pleasure to a woman deserved a freaking medal.

He kissed her inner thigh, his beard stubble raspy against her skin. “Now you’re ready.”

Stretching across the mattress, he reached for his wallet on the nightstand and took out a condom.

She somehow summoned the strength to snatch it from his hand and tore the wrapper. “Only one?”

“There’s another in my ruck. After that, we’ll have to get creative.” He sucked air through his teeth as she rolled the latex over him.

After one more bone-melting kiss, he settled his hips in the valley of her thighs, and she moaned at the feel of his long, hard shaft gliding over her slick opening. Then her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head with that first sweet slide into her.

He made a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. The muscles along his jaw flexed, while the rest of his body went perfectly still, as though he were simply enjoying a feeling of bliss for a few glorious moments.

On the heels of a measured exhale, he said, “You have no idea how fucking good you feel.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her hips against him, pushing him even farther inside her, and the additional friction felt incredible.

A sound she could only describe as feral vibrated in his throat. “Christ, don’t do that. I’m holding on by a thread here.”

“Then I guess you better start moving.”

Navarre pulled almost all the way out of her and slid back in hard, and she gasped at the jolt of pure pleasure.

He grinned. “You like that, huh?”

“Maybe a little.”

He did it again, even harder this time, and a visceral ache spread to every erogenous zone in her body.

“Okay, I like that a lot. Do it again. Better yet, don’t stop doing it.”

His grin turned wicked. “Yes ma’am.”

He moved with a raw intensity that drove every coherent thought from her mind.

It didn’t take long for him to pick up a rhythm, each grinding thrust of his hips driving the pleasure higher and higher.

Already, she felt the pressure building within her—stronger, fiercer, wilder than before—and she dug her heels into the mattress and met him stroke for stroke.

Lungs pumping, he adjusted the angle of his hips, and the change in position hit just the right place at just the right angle, with just the right amount of friction she needed to completely lose control.

She climaxed with a piercing cry, her inner muscles pulsing all around him.

It was beyond pleasure, beyond euphoria, beyond anything she’d ever experienced.

But this time she wasn’t the only one. A guttural groan rose up in his throat as Navarre gave himself to the moment. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into her skin, and when his gaze locked with hers, the unfiltered emotions she saw in his eyes knocked her world completely off its axis.

As his breathing slowly returned to normal, she skimmed her hands up and down his sweat-slicked back. He rolled to his side, taking her with him, enveloping her in his embrace.

He pressed a kiss to her hair. “That was…damn.”

“Yeah.” She knew what he meant but her brain was too fried to put it into words.

Navarre ran a hand down the length of her back, and she arched against him like a cat.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lay naked beside him.

For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the last time her muscles were this relaxed.

She rested a hand on his chest and let out a soft sigh of contentment, all the while refusing to acknowledge the deepening feelings that lurked beneath the surface.

“Get some sleep,” he said.

Oh, hell no. That so wasn’t happening. If they only had one night together, she didn’t want to waste a single second on trivial things like sleep. “We still have another condom.”

“I know. That’s why I want you to rest and recharge.” The smile he gave was pure sin, and her molten insides started to burn again. “The night’s young, and I have plans.”