Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) (7 page)

The music changed to a slower, sensual number. Hannah’s head went to his shoulder and they swayed. Two bodies as one. He closed his eyes and held onto the fantasy, that this was how it could be between them.

Her lips whispered up his neck, her tongue grazing his skin. Blood pumped into his cock, hardening his already inconvenient erection.

“Hannah.” Her name sounded more like a growl.

“Shh,” she said against his mouth.

He was a government-created killing machine, and she commanded him with a single syllable. Not even a word.

Hannah’s kiss was flavored with coconut, sweetness, and heat. He groaned into her mouth and pulled her closer. Was there any hope of remaining in control? She continued to sway, rubbing against his dick trapped between them with each pass, while her mouth worked wonders.

Another couple bounced into them, sending Mason staggering sideways, Hannah in his arms.

Damn, his head was spinning from that kiss.

“Sorry,” the older gentleman said with a sheepish smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mason replied.

Hannah chuckled and nuzzled his neck, not fazed in the least.

Christ, he couldn’t hold out, not when she kissed him like that.

“Hannah—”

“Will you just stop—please? I don’t want to argue or fight. I just want to dance, okay?”

There was no future for them. Just now. His head buzzed with the thought.

Would a memory be better than a dream?

He swallowed.

“Hannah?”

She sighed and picked her head up off his shoulder.

“When we go home, we know how it has to be.” He cupped her cheek and the rest of the world went a little fuzzy around the edges. “What if—what if we just have now?”

“What do you mean?” She stared at him, that shield of hers coming up. Could he blame her? He’d pushed her away so many times.

It was a bad, bad idea...but it was the only loophole.

“I’m saying, all rules are off while we’re here.” Just saying it sent a giddy thrill of lust through him.

“Are you serious?” Her gaze narrowed.

“Yeah. Going home’s going to suck balls, but at least we’ll know what it would be like, right?”

“You’re serious.”

“I am.”

Was she?

Those two words were so liberating. She could say no, it was still her choice, but damn, he hoped she said yes.

Hannah’s mouth worked without sound and her lashes fluttered. God, it was cute. He was used to bossy Hannah, telling him what to do. Angry Hannah, ready to yell at him. But breathless, lost for words Hannah? That was a new one.

He leaned in and kissed her, suckling her lower lip into his mouth. There would be other things in his mouth tonight if he got his way, but he’d start here. Her arms wrapped around his neck, nearly strangling him with how tight she held on.

The broke apart as the music picked up, drowning out his thoughts.

Hannah grabbed his hand and tugged him off the dance floor, out past the bar toward the ocean. They gravitated toward the stone-lined path leading toward a line of changing tents.

“Mason, are you serious?” She stopped in the middle of the path. They were alone. Whatever they said now, it was just between them. No one could take the moment back to her father or the Admiral. It was theirs.

He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles, never once breaking eye contact.

“I am.” Seeing her with someone else later on would make him rage, but at least for this time, here and now, she’d be his. “Are you sure I’m what you want? Or would any guy at Aegis do?”

“What?” She snatched her hand away, giving him his answer.

“Just saying, I never quite figured out if it was me, or knowing your dad wouldn’t like you with one of his guys.” He reached for her hand but she hid them behind her.

“You seriously think that’s me?” She took a step back, her face shocked and angry.

“Now I know it’s not. I had to ask.” He circled her waist, grasping her clenched hands and bumped their noses together. This—it was them. Just them. Hannah could have any man she wanted, but it was him she desired. “Come here.”

He took her hands and backed up, off the path, into the sand.

The nearly full moon more than lit the beach. He could see her face clearly, the brows drawn down, her swollen, pouting lips. She followed, dragging her heels, still offended by his question. He’d just have to make it up to her. And he had a list of ways to do just that.

Mason led her into one of the permanent tent structures. The edges of the canvas walls flapped in the breeze, but otherwise, they were alone, completely shielded from prying eyes. Hannah quirked a brow at him, but the arch expression was ruined by her smile.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He didn’t really have a plan. It was more the feel of it. This felt right. He pulled his shirt off and instead of letting it fall, he laid it down on the ground in the middle of the tent while he sat in the sand.

“Mason?” Her voice held laughter, happiness, magic.

“Sit.” He patted the shirt.

She sank down next to him, long legs stretched out alongside his. Even in the dim light, her eyes sparkled. He leaned in and she met him in an open-mouthed kiss, no reservations. Nothing holding them back. He turned his body toward hers, hungry to feel more of her.

“Maybe we should go back to the room?” she whispered, so low he almost didn’t hear her over the crash of the waves.

“Not yet. Lie down.”

“Here?” There was a thread of panic in her voice.

“No.” He slid his hand up under the gauze dress and cupped her breast.

Both he and Hannah stared at his big palm covering her. He slipped his thumb under the cup and around the underside of her breast. The strap slid down her shoulder, allowing the rest of her top to easily slide to the side, exposing her tightly furled nipple.

He bent his head and licked her through the sheer fabric.

Hannah gasped and her back arched, thrusting more of her into his mouth.

Sensitive nipples—check.

Before the end of the night he wanted to know every part of her, where she liked to be touched, what made her hot and bothered, and how she sounded when she came.

Her hands slid over his head, twirling the strands of his hair. He rubbed his tongue over the aroused flesh, sucking lightly.

“Mason.” His name was laced with all that need. Now if he could just record that and play it over and over again.

He brushed imaginary sand from his fingers and cupped her mound, applying just enough pressure for her to rub against.

Hannah leaned back onto her elbows, head tipped back, legs parted. A sensual buffet—just for him.

Mason tugged her top down around her waist, baring both breasts. She was perfect, every inch of her amazing. And beautiful. And for this short span of time—
his
.

“Mason,” she whispered.

“You’re so damn pretty.” He kissed her cheek and curled his fingers over her mound, finding her folds through the swimsuit bottoms.

“Am I?” Her voice broke.

“Hell yes. I’m about to come just looking at you.”

Her breathing hitched.

“I don’t have a condom with me. Can I touch you here?”He nuzzled her cheek and flexed his index finger. Her breathing hitched again, proof he’d found that needy, swollen button. “I promise to keep my dick in my pants.”

For now, at least. Later he couldn’t make such promises, especially when he knew there was at least one condom in his bag.

They were so close he could feel her heart beat thrumming in her veins, the catch of her breathing, the little tremor shaking her body from head to toe. Did she want him that bad? Was it the same for her?

“Hannah? You can say no.” Just because her body said yes, it didn’t mean her head did, too.

“No—I mean—yes.” She closed her eyes. “I’m just, I mean I’m not...”

“It’s okay to be nervous.” He slid his hand up to her waist. Too fast, too soon. They’d switched gears so many times, he couldn’t blame her for not being ready.

“I am. Nervous, that is.”

“What? You?” He chuckled. She was the girl who could glare down surly SEALs and keep the little old ladies in line. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

“What?”

“I’m nervous, too.”

“You are not.” She swatted at his shoulder, her breasts jiggling.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, long and slow. She stretched out on her back, her hands roving over his shoulders and chest.

“Mason.” She said his name like a plea. “I want you.”

Hannah bit her lip immediately.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” For some reason his gut told him it was important she hear those words, that she knew even in the midst of passion—she could say no. And he’d stop. He might die of blue balls, but he’d fucking stop.

She nodded.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Hannah was full of passion when she kissed, all feeling and raw lust. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, tangling with her every move.

Mason slipped his hand past the waistband of her bikini bottoms and cupped her, skin to skin. Her hips arched, seeking more, but he didn’t move. Didn’t seek to penetrate her. Yet.

He kissed down her neck to her breasts. She thrust her chest up.

“Is this one lonely?” He circled her right breast with his tongue.

She whimpered, her knees drawing up, opening her legs wider.

Survey said—Yes.

Mason slid his fingers back and forth over her folds, collecting her wetness before circling her clit. The little mewling, needy sounds she made at each pass had his dick twitching like a puppet on a string. Damn, he wanted in her, but later. After he’d tasted her.

“Your tits are so sensitive,” he muttered against her chest.

Hannah made some kind of sound in the back of her throat, full of lust and desire.

He circled her clit with his thumb, over and over while her body tensed tighter and tighter. Her folds were slick with arousal, coating his fingers and palm. He finally slipped one finger inside her, working it in and out while her body twitched.

“Christ, Hannah, you’re so damn hot,” he said into her hair.

“Oh—oh, Mason.”

He pulled out of her and pushed up to his knees.

Laid out like that, with only the moonlight covering her, she was so damn gorgeous. And his.

Mason hooked his thumbs into her bottoms and pulled the swimsuit down, off her legs and jammed them into his back pocket. He nudged her knees open wider, his gaze locked on the apex of her thighs, where a small patch of blonde curls tried—and failed—to hide her desire.

He lowered to the sand, careful to keep at least his right hand off the ground.

Hannah stared down at him, her lips still slick and puffy, her eyes locked on his.

Christ, he was a goner.

Mason licked the length of her folds, delving into her with his tongue. She dropped back to the sand on a long groan.

Music to his fucking ears.

Her hips lifted, seeking release. He spread her labia open using his right hand. So pretty and pink. He thrust his tongue into her, sealing his mouth over her opening, tasting her in the back of his mouth. Her panting breath mixed with the roar of the ocean, urging him onward.

Mason kneaded her ass with his left hand, letting her use his palm for leverage. He shifted with her, determined to give her this. The warm sand nestled his aching cock, so close to blowing his load in his shorts right now.

Hannah’s heels dug into his back, her hips moving in little circles. Her thighs squeezed him, holding him prisoner while he rubbed the sensitive nerve endings with the flat of his tongue. The mindless sounds coming from her were a goddamned turn on. He wanted to drive her crazy. To make her forget everything but here and now.

Mason lifted his head, sucking in a deep breath, and plunged two fingers inside her. Her hands covered her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples. Seeking her pleasure.

Fuck yeah.

He bent, sucking her clit. She moaned, her breath hitching, spine bowing upward. He gently flicked the nub back and forth while curling his fingers deep within her, seeking that hidden pleasure spot.

Hannah cried out and her body tensed around him, rippling, for lack of a better word. Yeah, there probably wasn’t a person on the beach who didn’t hear her near scream of pleasure. He held perfectly still while she came apart in his arms, tasting her cream.

Fuck, he wanted to do that again.

H
annah’s legs wobbled, her whole body practically vibrating.

What the hell had Mason done to her out on the beach?

She knew what she thought had happened, but was that mind-blowing, melting crescendo of...she didn’t even know what to call it, but she’d felt it from the ends of her hair all the way to her toenails.

Her vibrator had never given her an orgasm like that before. Whatever he’d done was a full-body experience that had her still short of breath and tingly in places she didn’t know could tingle.

Mason’s grip tightened on her hand as he led her back to the room. Her feet and clothes were still wet from the impromptu wash off they’d done before entering the hotel. His stride was a little wobbly, but then again, after what he’d done, she’d be shocked if he wasn’t the teensy bit affected, too. Though as far as she could tell she was the only one who’d gotten anything out of the little tent adventure. And oh boy, was that an adventure.

They careened around a corner, almost running into one of the hotel porters.

“Sorry,” Mason said with a grin.

She sputtered a laugh behind her hand, giddy for no real reason. Was this what orgasms did to people?

The porter merely stared at them, not the least bit amused.

“Sorry, man.” Mason held up his free hand as they passed.

The porter did not give him a high-five.

“Are you drunk?” she said under her breath. It was hard to tell if the light-headed sensation was due to the earlier alcohol or Mason’s talented tongue.

“Who? Me?” Mason peered down at her. His eyes were a little bloodshot, but that could be from any number of things. The alcohol, the flight, all the hours he worked. She wasn’t ready to make a judgment based on red eyes.