Page 24 of Renegade (The Santini Assassins #2)

Maybe not the best choice, but it was the safest one, and what she needed to do to protect her heart.

She kissed him, kissed him again. Still rooted inside her, he tightened his hold on her, stroked her tongue with a fierceness that had her gasping for air. Greystone Santini delivered like no man she’d ever met. Without a doubt, he was a total sex god .

She slowed the kiss, ended it. Her eyes fluttered open and she found him peering into them. Feeling like they were a bit too cozy, she started to pull off him, but he held her in place.

“Not yet,” he said while his half-hooded gaze slayed her. “Kiss me.”

“You kiss me.”

In one swift move, he pinned her beneath him, then kissed her with such passion, she wanted to melt into him.

His skilled tongue swept inside her mouth, stroking and exploring.

He repositioned so he could caress her chest, tease her nipple.

When he traced her areola with his finger, her whisper-soft moan floated in the air between them.

Then, he slowed the kiss, stared into her eyes. In true form, he said nothing. She didn’t need words, she needed him.

Then, he said, “Tell me somethin’ ‘bout you.”

She stilled. “I can’t do this with you.”

His encouraging smile sent streaks of adrenaline racing through her. “Yes, you can.”

He’s killing me.

“I like to fuck,” she said. “I haven’t had a good one in a long, long time. I’m tired of using my vibrator. You get the job done.”

“Nice.”

His deep voice, paired with that wild head of hair and bedroom eyes were doing it for her in the best ways. She loved being held in his arms, loved the way he made her feel safe. But they worked together. Smarter to keep things chill.

“Your turn,” she said.

“I remember the first time I saw you and the first time we met.”

He’d piqued her interest. “Go on.”

“I saw you in the cafeteria. You were sitting with a group. Your hair was in a ponytail and you were eating a green apple.”

“And? ”

He kissed her. “I thought you were super-hot, but I only eat red apples, so I questioned your taste in fruit.”

She smiled. “Tell me about the time we met.”

“It was during a video chat after you got assigned to be my handler. It was two in the morning my time and I needed to talk to you about an asset.”

“You weren’t sure he was being honest with you,” she murmured.

“You told me to trust my gut, so I dropped him.” Again, he kissed her. “Good call. That guy turned out to be bad news.”

Guilt slithered into that perfect moment. She nudged him away and stood. He patted the mattress.

“Lay with me,” he said.

She didn’t budge. “That’s too intimate.”

Another cajoling smile, then he held out his hand. She stared into his eyes, glanced at his outstretched hand.

You know you want to. Do it.

Unable to resist the pull, she laid on him and felt like she’d come home. When she started to stroke his muscular pecs, she found her happy place.

Dammit. This isn’t supposed to be happening.

A few moments of bliss passed as she floated on a silvery cloud, but when the intimacy started closing in again, she pushed herself up. “Okay, I did it. Now, let’s do something I want to do.”

“Name it.”

“I’ve never had anal sex.”

Up went his eyebrows. “You wanna do that here?”

“Where should we do it? The creepy basement at the Bureau?”

He chuffed out a laugh. “What about your place or mine?”

She shook her head.

“I’m a big boy,” he said. “We’ll start with a butt plug.”

“How do you know?— ”

He rolled her under him and silenced her with a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into the mattress.

Being with him was an overload to her senses.

The aroma of sex hung heavy in the air. His hair fell onto her chest and tickled her skin.

She loved how he hadn’t stopped caressing her, how he was staring so intently into her eyes.

How he kissed her like he couldn’t get enough of her.

She wanted to eat him alive and get lost in him all at the same time.

When the kiss ended, she murmured, “I want your mouth between my legs. I want you to eat me.”

On a growl, he kissed her again, the passion in his embrace sending excitement shooting through every cell in her body, every fiber of her being wanted him again. Once wasn’t enough. Once with Greystone Santini would never be enough.

His kiss turned incendiary, his groans filled her ears with his raspy need.

He stroked the sides of her body with his hands, those perfectly large man-hands, one of them inked in black.

When he began kissing her chest, she repositioned herself so she could watch him, so she could soak up his beauty, his talent, his savagery.

His grip was strong. No doubt she was with a man…

a man who had no trouble handling her. He covered her hardened nipple with his mouth while his talented tongue stroked and licked and teased.

She started moving beneath him, the sounds coming out of her felt foreign.

Almost like he was ripping them from the depths of her soul.

The harder he sucked or bit her tender flesh, the more she wanted from him. As he worked his way down her trembling body, his hair fanned out, covering her with a mane of Grey. Everywhere he touched her, everywhere he kissed her came alive, the desire pounding through her at a chaotic pace.

But when he placed his face between her legs, she stilled. This was it. That man, that stunning Adonis of a man, had focused his entire self on her .

And then, he feasted on her like the alpha that he was.

Fully, with a ravenous desire to bring her the ultimate pleasure.

The onslaught of euphoria had her spinning.

He licked her clit with a tender touch, caressed her folds with precision.

She was on the receiving end of a man who was in complete control—both of himself and of her.

Higher and higher she flew, her swollen clit, her dripping pussy overtaken by ecstasy as he released a torrent of talent into the small space between her legs. Faster and faster he stroked until he slid his fingers inside her.

She cried out, the pleasure thrilling her.

“Finger-fuck me hard and fast,” she said. “No mercy.”

Thrusting again and again, the, mind-blowing orgasm ravaging her body. Groaning and shaking through the release, she cried out, “Greyyyyyy, ohmygod.”

Wracked with explosive pleasure, every tightened muscle in her body turned to rubber.

Boneless and sated, she breathed deep. He slowed, then stopped.

A gentle extraction, then a tender kiss to her ravaged pearl before he planked over her, dipped down, and kissed her. Hard, fast, and so damn gratifying.

She snaked her arms around him, kissing him with a wildness she hadn’t known existed in her.

When the kiss ended, she murmured, “Mygod, you can kiss.”

He was it for her.

She loved this moment of realization… and she hated it. Her heart had been claimed and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Sex had been the one thing she’d wondered about. And now she had her answer.

She lay in complete bliss while they held each other. This wasn’t supposed to be happening to her, but it was. Her saving grace? She wasn’t going to tell him how she felt. That way, if he couldn’t commit or didn’t want to, she’d be able to keep her dignity. She owed herself that.

Being held by Grey felt incredible, but when she started to drift off, she broke away, peered down at him. “What’s the plan for tomorrow, boss?”

His gaze floated over her face, then back into her eyes. “I’ve got a few connections I’m following up on.”

“I’ve got meetings in Langley in the morning,” she said. “There are a few IOs and handlers who know the terror cell. I’m gonna pick their brains.”

“Someone from our team’ll be at our office tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “He’s great on the dark web. Can you swing by to work with him?”

“Sure.” She moved away from him, got out of bed. It was time. Her perfect evening had to end sometime.

He pushed out after her. “I gotta meet someone.”

Instead of blurting, “Now?” she said nothing. He wasn’t hers. He owned her no explanation. Still, this stung.

I had my fun. Move on.

She entered the bathroom. Seconds later, he joined her.

“I’m havin’ dinner at Santini’s tomorrow. Meet me there.”

“What happened to meeting Jennifer Leigh at the Dungeon?”

He tipped her chin. “Both, Bella. Dinner first, then we’ll head to the club. We gotta make your frenemy jealous.”

“Sure,” she replied, trying to keep things chill. But her thoughts were racing.

While they dressed, she couldn’t help but wonder who he was meeting. Was it related to the case? Was it another woman? Her guts knotted, but she didn’t want to overanalyze things and kill her sex high.

Forget it. Let it go.

They left the suite, made their way downstairs, the pounding beat of a song growing louder with each step. In the main room, clubbers were dancing everywhere and she got separated from him. A strong hand wrapped her waist. He was right there, guiding her though the maze toward the front door.

Once outside, he released her. The windy night air left her aching for his touch.

“Have a good night,” said the line manager.

Caroline glanced at the time on her phone. One-thirty in the morning.

Someone hurried outside and beelined over to them. It was Stan.

Ugh, not again.

“Hey, friend,” Stan said. “What’s up?”

“Hey, Stan.”

Stan eyed Grey. “Are you her new hookup? We hung out. It was cool. She’s a good time, right?”

A growl rumbled out of Grey. He crossed his arms, glared at Stan, and said nothing.

“Do you need a ride home again?” Stan winked at her.

Agitation tinged Caroline’s mood. “No, Stan, I’m not interested.” She eyed Grey. “I’m out.”

As she made her way through the parking lot, Grey caught up with her. “Did you want to stay and have a drink?”

What? I thought he was meeting someone.

His phone rang. He answered. “Where are you?”

“Your place,” said a woman.

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