I set my hand on the window alongside hers while my other wrapped possessively around her body as I’d done last night, pressing my hard length against her ass.
Her parted lips slammed into a tight line the moment my hand dove beneath her pants and panties. I nuzzled her neck with my nose, nearly losing control at how soaked she was. “Fuck my hand,” I demanded, wanting her to take from me all that I could give her right now.
She rocked against the heel of my palm; my finger slid up and down her wet sex, and I swept the pad of my thumb in circular motions at her sensitive spot as she moved. But her ass rotating against my cock was going to destroy me, as it’d nearly done last night.
“Why is it that when you touch me, when you’re this close to me . . . I feel unstoppable? Powerful somehow? Being with you makes me feel . . .”
Complete?
“You hold the power, Tesoro. With me you do. You always have,” I admitted, somewhat terrified by that truth.
“Then why won’t you give me what we both want?” she begged. “Promise me you will one day.” She was on the verge of coming already, I could tell by her shaky inhalations and the way she moved faster against my hand. “Please.”
That cry mingled with her desire had me opening my stupid mouth and doing something I hoped I wouldn’t regret. “I promise,” I whispered.
More breathy moans left her lips; worried someone would come out and hear her, I reached around and covered her mouth with my other hand. Her tongue skirted between her lips, licking my skin, and I nearly unzipped my pants and took my bad girl right there.
I felt the shudder rip through her, and she came so hard, she bent forward and would’ve whacked her head against my Tahoe if I hadn’t caught her.
She had to be dripping down her leg, and I wanted nothing more than to take her inside and clean her up myself. Lick that pussy and see how she tasted.
Frustrated in more ways than one, I snatched a fistful of her hair instead, angling her head to the side to look back at me. “Feel better?”
She nodded, licking her lips, and I was far too tempted to kiss her. I released her hair and stepped back as she fixed her zipper and faced me. “That should’ve been on my list.”
“What list?” I asked as she tucked in her blouse.
“The naughty things I want to do with you,” she responded, her tone going shy, which was adorable given what she’d just let me do to her.
My hand went to the SUV over her shoulder, and I was prepared to ask her to elaborate, but her gaze snapped to our left, and her eyes widened.
I turned at the realization we weren’t alone, hating myself for not noticing sooner. This woman was a distraction, that was for sure.
“Am I interrupting?” A man stepped into the light. Although shadows crossed his face, it took me less than a second to recognize him, and a sharp, stabbing pain of worry cut through me.
“And you are?” Maria asked once I’d aligned myself alongside her.
“I’m an old friend.” The blast from my past finally spoke.
“From?” Maria pressed.
“The army.” His lips quirked as if realizing Maria wasn’t someone he could lie to and get away with it.
“Why’d that sound like a question?” Maria didn’t back down from anyone, did she? Not even me. And that made me nervous. What if she crossed the wrong person one day?
Instead of answering, he offered his hand. “Jesse McAdams.”
Maria reluctantly accepted his palm, but I felt her eyes on me.
I was too worried as to why Jesse was there to look at her. “I need you to go inside now,” I told her, maintaining eye contact with the former army ranger turned CIA hit man. And last I heard, he now worked in private security.
“Yeah, okay.” She gripped my forearm and sent me a reassuring squeeze, as if sensing I needed it, then left us alone.
“I heard rumors you were a chef, but I didn’t believe it until this moment.” Jesse scratched his beard while he assessed me. “I guess you were always good with a knife.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, cutting to the point, my heart beating erratically at the fact he was there, which meant something was wrong. The pit in my stomach doubled in size when he reached into his pocket and showed me a USB.
“I’m in the middle of a job, and I stumbled across some information you’ll want. Although I do have orders not to share it with you. Not yet, at least.”
“And yet, here you are,” I remarked in a low voice. “Why?”