Targeted (Hostage Rescue Team Series Book 2) (30 page)

She smiled and bent to kiss him. Heat roared through him the moment their lips touched, so intense it stole his breath. Tuck lifted a hand to grab a fistful of her hair, ignoring the lingering ache in his muscles as the bruised flesh pulled taut. Celida smoothly took over and he let her. He parted his lips to the stroke of her tongue, touched the tip of it to hers. She hissed in a breath and leaned down to brush her breasts against his chest, the soft lace of the teddy brushing over his skin like a caress.

She set her palm flat against his chest and slid it down his body while she kissed him, slow and deep and hot. When her hand closed around the throbbing length of his swollen cock Tuck moaned into her mouth and tightened his hold on her hair, holding her head where he wanted it.

Her hand curled around him, squeezing and stroking in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that had his hips rolling in response. She broke the kiss to nibble at his chin, his throat, her lips whispering over the faded bruises on his chest and abdomen. His cock flexed in her grip as her tongue trailed gently across his skin. He lay there and waited for what came next, savoring the anticipation of her mouth on him.

The cool silk of her hair slid across his belly and thighs as she bent and licked up the length of his erection. A low groan tore out of his chest. His muscles quivered, the need burning so hot he could barely breathe. Then the velvety heat of her mouth enveloped him. His fingers contracted in her hair, holding her tight as he raised his hips to push deeper. Smooth heat, delicious suction as she wrapped her lips around his shaft and flicked her tongue across the ultra-sensitive spot beneath the swollen head.

“Lida, God,” he croaked, a fine sweat breaking out across his body. His fingers flexed in her hair.

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy lidded with passion. Then she slid her free hand between his thighs to gently stroke her fingertips across his taut balls and hummed in pleasure as she sucked at him, as though she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Flares of ecstasy rocketed up his spine.

Tuck squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth against the exquisite agony of it. So many times he’d imagined her sucking him off. Nothing even came close to the reality of it. The orgasm was building already, her blissful expression as she sucked him threatening to destroy him.

When the pleasure began to crest, pushing him toward that last climb to release, he tugged gently on her hair. “Stop. Wanna be inside you.” As good as this felt, he needed that connection with her. Needed to be buried deep inside her, feel her enveloping him and sharing the same pleasure when he came, giving herself to him completely, nothing held back.

After one last luxurious suckle that put him dangerously close to coming, she raised her head, her lips releasing him with a faint pop as she reached for the bedside table. She shut the drawer, paused only long enough to peel that sexy bit of lace over her breasts then down her hips and climbed up to straddle his lap with a wicked grin.

Tuck’s hands automatically went to the deep indent of her waist and traveled reverently up and down her ribcage to her hips, mapping her delectable curves with his touch. The lamp’s low setting threw just enough light for him to see the smooth expanse of her belly, the round, full breasts and dark, beaded nipples as she rolled the condom down his length and settled above him.

He reached for her, intending to roll her beneath him, but she stayed him with a hand splayed on the center of his chest. She bent and brushed her mouth across his, her lips caressing before she slid her tongue inside to touch the tip to his. “Just lie still and let me love you,” she whispered.

The words made something in his chest squeeze. She was getting more and more comfortable telling him she loved him, and that meant as much to him as the words themselves.

A jolt of desire and need punched through him, making him light-headed. He eased his grip on her hair and struggled to lie still, giving her the control she clearly needed. She sighed as she eased into position, her love for him shining in her eyes.

He cupped those full globes in his palms, swept his thumbs across the hard tips and earned a gasp. She bent toward him, putting those gorgeous mounds at eye level and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning up and taking one delicate center into his mouth. Celida moaned softly in the back of her throat and arched her back as she positioned his cock between her thighs and slowly sank down on him. He groaned around her nipple, his left hand going to her hip to clamp tight, prevent her from moving.

Hot.
Christ, so hot and wet for him and he’d barely touched her. Slowly he relaxed his grip.

She started to move, rising and falling above him, her body undulating in a slow, sexy rhythm that threatened to melt his brain, her inner muscles squeezing him. One hand braced on his shoulder for balance, she slid the other between her thighs to stroke the bud at the top of her sex.

God, so fucking sexy.

Her fingertips circled slowly and a plaintive, broken moan spilled from her lips. “Ah, Brad. So good…”

He was way beyond the ability to speak, but man, he fucking loved the way she said his name when they were together like this. All throaty and soft, more intimate than anything he’d ever experienced. He let his hands and body answer for him, savoring each hot glide of her core over him, his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest. This was what he’d needed, way more than the meds he’d taken this past week. Celida naked in his arms, her body wrapped around him, holding him deep inside her.

In the background he dimly heard the low buzz of his cell phone on the dresser across the room. He ignored it, because there was no way in hell he was answering it now. As far as he was concerned, the outside world didn’t exist for the next week. He slid his right hand from her breast to her other hip, holding tight while he sucked first on one hard nipple, then the other.

The plaintive, husky moans she made had him shuddering, sensation rising to a fever pitch. The knowledge that she was loving the feel of his cock buried inside her and that she was stroking her clit while she rode him frayed the edges of his control. His breathing hitched as she seated him fully inside her and added a slight swivel of her hips.

Staring down at him with pure female satisfaction at the knowledge of his pleasure, how close he was, she did it again. “
Lida
.” His voice was tight, harsh. He felt her inner walls ripple around him, her breath suspending a second before her cry of release rang through the room.

Helpless in the grip of the most intense pleasure he’d ever known, Tuck seized her hips and thrust up into her, hard. Fast. Deep as he could go.

With a little moan that made his heart clench Celida bent to kiss him, sweeping her hair over one shoulder. The ends tickled his chest and shoulders as her lips rubbed against his, absorbing his shattered groan, sucking gently at his tongue before licking at it, her body draped over him like a satin blanket.

His balls drew up close to his body, pleasure detonating deep inside him and traveling throughout all his nerve endings as the orgasm finally hit. He arched and moaned her name, one hand tight on her hip and the other buried in her hair. The waves beat through him in an endless tide, gradually fading until he groaned in exhaustion and lay limp against the pillow. The sound of the ocean floated through the open window beside the bed, a rhythmic, soothing surge against the nearby shore.

Celida let out a contented sigh and settled atop him, tucking her face into the curve of his neck. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Feel free to do that again anytime you want. And don’t forget that outfit next time, either.”

Her soft laugh washed against his skin then she sat up and reached back to slide the high heels off, tossing them to the floor with a quiet thud. She brushed her hair back from her face as she faced him once more, their bodies still joined. “You want me to get your phone so you can call whoever that was back?”

He snorted. “Nope.” He didn’t care who had called, he wasn’t picking up that phone. “Only thing I want for the rest of the night is you.”

The soft, loving smile she gave him turned him inside out. “You’ve got me,” she murmured, cupping his jaw and rubbing her thumb across his lips. “Forever.”

Coming from her, the significance of that word made his throat thicken. Tuck kissed her thumb and drew her down into his arms, groaning in relief as he hugged her close. “I’m going to hold you to that, sunshine.” Because he loved her more than anything and forever was
exactly
what he had in mind.

—The End—

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Romantic Suspense

Hostage Rescue Team Series

Marked

Targeted

Titanium Security Series

Ignited

Singed

Burned

Extinguished

Rekindled

Bagram Special Ops Series

Deadly Descent

Tactical Strike

Lethal Pursuit

Danger Close

Suspense Series

Out of Her League

Cover of Darkness

No Turning Back

Relentless

Absolution

Paranormal Romance

Empowered Series

Darkest Caress

Historical Romance

The Vacant Chair

Erotic Romance (writing as
Callie Croix
)

Deacon’s Touch

Dillon’s Claim

No Holds Barred

Touch Me

Let Me In

Covert Seduction

Thanks to my poor hubby, who not only does my proofreading of the final manuscript, but has to listen to me endlessly run plot ideas past him. Plenty of our dates are spent discussing plot twists, which is when his eyes will glaze over. Poor guy.

Katie, you’re my biggest supporter and cheerleader, and I thank you for all your insight!

Kim, thank you for helping me out of a tight bind and sharing your expertise with me to help this story shine.

And of course to Joan, thank you for helping me make the story all sparkly!

NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Kaylea Cross writes edge-of-your-seat military romantic suspense. Her work has won many awards and has been nominated for both the Daphne du Maurier and the National Readers’ Choice Awards. A Registered Massage Therapist by trade, Kaylea is also an avid gardener, artist, Civil War buff, Special Ops aficionado, belly dance enthusiast and former nationally-carded softball pitcher. She lives in Vancouver, BC with her husband and family.

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Read the prologue and first chapter of
New York Times
&
USA Today
Bestselling Author Toni Anderson’s new
Cold Justice Series
…

by Toni Anderson

Copyright © 2014 Toni Anderson

ISBN-13: 978-0-9918958-6-1

Justice isn’t always black or white
.

Former CIA assassin Alex Parker works for The Gateway Project, a clandestine government organization hell-bent on taking out serial killers and pedophiles before they enter the justice system. Alex doesn’t enjoy killing, but he’s damn good at it. He’s good at dodging the law, too—until a beautiful rookie agent has him wondering what it might be like to get caught.

FBI Special Agent Mallory Rooney has spent years hunting the lowlife who abducted her identical twin sister eighteen years ago. Now, during an on-going serial killer investigation, Mallory begins to suspect there’s a vigilante operating outside the law. She has no choice but to take him down, because murder isn’t justice. Is it?

Sometimes it’s cold and dark
.

When Mallory starts asking questions, The Gateway Project management starts to sweat, and orders Alex to watch her. As soon as they meet, the two begin to fall in love. But the lies and betrayals that define Alex’s life threaten to destroy them both—especially when the man who stole her sister all those years ago makes Mallory his next target, and Alex must reveal his true identity to save the woman he loves.

PROLOGUE

Lindsey Keeble sang along to “Fun.” on the radio, trying to pretend she wasn’t freaked out by the dark. It was one in the morning and she hated driving this lonely stretch of highway between Greenville and Boden. Rain was threatening to turn to snow. The wind was gusting so forcefully that the tall trees looming high above her on the ridge made her swerve nervously toward the center line. The back tires slid on the asphalt and she slowed; no way did she want to wreck her precious little car.

She worked evenings at a gas station in Boden. It was quiet enough she usually got some studying done between customers. Tonight everyone and their dog were filling up ahead of a possible early winter storm. You’d think they’d never seen snow before.