Page 15 of The Agent

M ARLEY’S ENTIRE BODY was on fire as Caleb peeled her pants off her legs and whipped them aside. That same fire smoldered in his blue eyes, the heat of it penetrating her bare skin. Something else flickered in his eyes, too. Wonder, maybe, and a hint of hesitation.

She reached out for him but he stepped back. “No,” came his hoarse voice. “Just stand there for a second. Let me look at you.”

Marley’s arms dropped to her sides. Her cheeks warmed, but she didn’t feel embarrassed.

Caleb’s gaze roamed every inch of her body, and each time he lingered, she grew hotter.

Wetter. Nobody had ever looked at her like this before.

As if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

And he was pretty damn beautiful at the moment, too.

His eyelids were heavy, his handsome features creased with blatant sensuality.

His breathing sounded labored. So was hers.

In fact, if he didn’t touch her soon, she feared she’d stop breathing altogether.

As if he’d read her mind, he moved closer and with the softest of touches, grazed her collarbone with his thumb. “You’re stunning,” he murmured.

“You’re exaggerating.”

He shook his head, dead serious. “And you’re underestimating yourself.” He looked vaguely embarrassed. “I’ve fantasized about you since the day we met.”

She swallowed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His fingers skimmed down her arm, then traveled toward her breasts, which tingled the second his strong hands came near.

He cupped her breasts and squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. Then he ran a finger under the edge of her bra and teased one rigid nipple. “Do you like this?” he asked quietly.

Pleasure coursed through her body, so strong she couldn’t find her vocal cords. So she just nodded, her head lolling to the side as he continued teasing her.

Caleb reached for the front clasp of her bra and popped it open to expose her aching breasts.

He sucked in his breath, the passion in his eyes darkening to midnight blue.

“Tell me what you like, and what you don’t.

” His voice was soft, his face slightly rueful.

“I don’t want to be too rough with you. I’m not always gentle. ”

He sounded genuine and awkward and she couldn’t help but smile. God, who was this man? In her experience, men didn’t usually take the time to find out what she liked. They just did what they liked.

She leaned her bare breasts into his waiting palms and said, “I like everything you do to me, Caleb.”

A fleeting smile lifted the corner of his mouth, and then he lowered his head and pressed his lips to one throbbing breast, making her gasp.

The heat of his mouth enclosed her nipple, his tongue darting out and swirling over the aching bud.

And then he started to suck, so hard she nearly keeled over from the overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashed into her.

Caleb steadied her, rested one big hand on her hip while the other squeezed and fondled her chest. He shifted his head and tongued her other nipple.

Sighed against her flesh as if he’d just discovered a treasure he hadn’t believed existed.

By the time the hand he’d placed on her hip slid to the juncture of her thighs, she was so wet and so hot and so ready she exploded almost immediately.

Marley cried out in a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as an orgasm that rivaled a category-5 hurricane slammed into her.

Streaks of pleasure burned a trail through her body, growing more intense when Caleb rubbed his palm over her sex.

She buried her face against his broad chest, shuddering violently, shamelessly writhing against his hand and taking every last iota of pleasure he could give her.

When she finally crashed back to earth, her pulse racing, her knees wobbling, she saw Caleb looking at her, his expression a combination of satisfaction and awe. Slowly, he slid her bikini panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. And he was completely dressed.

“Gosh, you’re such a tease. Are you going to take your clothes off sometime this century?” she grumbled, her core still throbbing from release.

Chuckling, Caleb reached for his collar, bunched the material between his fingers and yanked the shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest sucked the remaining breath from her lungs. Smooth, tanned skin. Hard muscle and sleek sinew. A six-pack that made it extremely difficult not to drool…

“Better?” he taunted.

“Not yet.” Her gaze followed the thin line of dark hair that arrowed down to the waistband of his jeans. “Take those off.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “If you insist.”

Marley watched, mesmerized, as he tugged on the tab of his zipper.

Her mouth went dry in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see him.

All of him. Big and naked and—okay, so big was definitely the right word.

Her thighs clenched at the sight of the long, thick erection revealed after he shucked his pants and boxers.

Caleb Ford was by far the sexiest man she had ever seen.

His body was lean and solid, with muscular thighs, a trim waist and broad shoulders.

She focused again on the impressive cock jutting toward her and before she could stop herself, she knelt down, bent forward and swiped her tongue along his tip.

Caleb jerked, a deep groan rumbling in his powerful chest. Emboldened, she took another taste, this time a long, slow lick along his shaft. He was velvety soft and rock-hard at the same time, and his salty, masculine taste made her sigh with pleasure.

“Who’s the tease now?” he asked, one hand restlessly stroking her hair.

She looked up at him with a smile. “I’m not teasing. I’m exploring.” Swirling her tongue over the pearly bead of moisture at his tip, she reached out and cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing gently.

This time his groan held a note of desperation. His grip on her hair tightened. He thrust his hips, his cock seeking her mouth. As little flames of excitement licked at her skin, she took him in her mouth and sucked.

“Yes,” he hissed out. “That feels amazing.”

His encouraging words sparked her confidence, inspiring her to take him in deeper.

She purred against his hot shaft. She could feel him shaking, could feel the tension in his muscles, the raw passion building in his loins.

His cock pulsed beneath her tongue. It thrilled her, knowing she was the one bringing him pleasure, the one stoking all that passion.

Caleb guided her head with his hand, groaning as she drew him in and out of her mouth, as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock at each upstroke.

She was just finding a rhythm, alternating between sharp pumps and long, lazy licks, when he made a strangled sound and withdrew. “I need to be in you, Marley.”

He hauled her to her feet, nudging her so that she could sink down on the sofa. Then he faltered. “I didn’t bring anything,” he confessed.

“My purse,” she squeezed out. “In the hall.”

Nodding, he disappeared from the room, returning a moment later with her bag, which he handed to her instead of rifling through it himself. She found the plastic wrapper in the zippered pouch where she kept her mini first-aid kit. As a nurse, she was always prepared for everything.

Including, apparently, hot and impulsive living-room sex.

A hysterical laugh bubbled in the back of her throat as she hurriedly unwrapped the condom and handed it to Caleb.

He sheathed himself, looking at her with such longing and desire that she forgot how to breathe.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he whispered.

She obeyed him without question, as if spreading her legs for this man was just another requirement for survival, like food, water, oxygen.

Never breaking eye contact, Caleb stroked her tender folds with his thumb.

He made a ragged sound in the back of his throat, his features taut with barely restrained lust.

Her thighs quivered. Parted even farther. Anticipation coiled inside her, but rather than sliding his thick erection where they both wanted it to be, he got to his knees first and pressed his mouth to her aching core.

When he captured her clit between his lips and suckled, she cried out, shocked to feel another spontaneous orgasm gathering in her belly. Ripples of pleasure danced along her skin, an unbearable fire of need building between her legs.

“I need you in me. Now.” Her voice came out hoarse.

Before she could blink, his mouth left her, and his body covered hers. He positioned himself between her legs, then murmured, “Are you sure about this?”

She almost laughed. Her legs were wide open, his cock was prodding against her soaking-wet sex, and he was asking if she was sure?

She wanted to say no, that she’d changed her mind, just to see what he’d do, but she had a feeling he would respect anything she said.

Despite the fact that every muscle in his chest was straining with tension and his pulse throbbed in his neck, she knew he would stop if she asked, no matter how much pain he’d be in later.

Good thing she wasn’t asking.

Gripping his strong chin with her hand, she pulled his mouth toward hers. “I’m more than sure,” she said, and then she kissed him.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, and a second later, his erection followed suit and plunged inside her. His thick cock filled her, stretching her in the most delicious way.

“You’re so damn tight,” he mumbled. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Her heart did a little somersault. “I’ll be fine.”

She slid her hands down his back and found it covered by a sheen of sweat. The sinewy muscles there flexed beneath her fingers, tightening as he moved inside her with long, gentle strokes.

“You’re holding back,” she said, half teasing, half accusing.

His blue eyes flickered with uncertainty. “I’m too big for you. Are you sure you’re okay?”