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  “Don’t know what they think. I’m a contractor. Don’t work for them.”

  Chapter 3

  “A contractor?” Honey dropped her arms and tightened the robe belt. Burning-up-the-sheets sex might get hosed before it even got started. “I don’t . . . haven’t found military contractors to be people I can trust or work with.” She moved back inside. “To be honest, to a man they’ve been outright bastards.”

  O’Brien moved to the sofa and patted the cushion beside him. She didn’t accept the invitation to sit and instead went to the other side of the table. Jack rested back, one arm across the back of the sofa and knees spread in a classic crotch display. “Bet none of them have taken you to a luxury hotel suite, let you sleep in their bed and eat all their food like Little Red Riding Hood, then have the prince kiss her like she was Snow White.”

  She gave him the stink eye. “Prince, huh?”

  He gave her a wicked sexy smile. “I couldn’t resist the comparison.”

  It wasn’t that funny but she laughed. “You’re telling me you are the one exception to rude, crude, and obnoxious contractors?”

  He gave her a regal nod accompanied with a sweeping royal hand gesture.

  Who was she kidding? Jack O’Brien was a fine specimen of a man, dripping testosterone and sexier than he had any right to be. For twenty-four hours, she could forget what he did for a living. Wasn’t like she was going to see him again. Her eyes flicked to his crotch. The moans, groans, and lip licking while eating had done the job. In a few minutes their bodies would be skin to skin and she’d be rubbing against him like a cat, taking in his scent. Tracing her nails across his muscles, working their way up the inside of his thighs, fondling his balls. Tasting him everyplace. Her tongue lapping down his chest, his belly and . . . Time to get this show on the road before she came standing right there, without him even touching her. She snatched a fig from the table, licked, then wrapped her lips around it and watched his chest rise and fall rapidly as she slowly sucked until it was completely inside her mouth.

  O’Brien was up like he’d been ejected from an F/18. “Lose the robe,” he said, striding to her. Before she could free the belt, his hands were on her shoulders pushing it down and away.

  Her hands frantically scrabbled to free his shirt from his jeans as he strung hot wet kisses over her shoulder. Finally free, her hand slid north over his flat belly, searching for his nipples and she felt . . . chest hair. He wasn’t overly hairy, just the right amount, enough to make her wet and take her to melt-steel hot.

  “Lose the shirt.” Her voice was husky with lust. He released her and together they peeled away the shirt. “Gawd.” He was damned near perfect. Not those crazy defined muscles the young guys had from working out for hours, but the all-natural, fat-free, hard-body, real-man muscles she went crazy hot for.

  He looked down, rubbed a hand across his chest. “This isn’t a deal breaker, is it? It’s, eh, hard to keep up with the manscaping here.”

  “Nooo.” She had the same problem and looked south. “Not if you don’t mind.”

  He followed her gaze. The corners of his mouth quirked and the skin around his eyes crinkled with his smile. “I have . . . nooo problem . . . at all.”

  She ground her hips against the hard body part she was most interested in. His hands clamped firmly on her butt and he arched his hips to get the full benefit of the grinding. Strong arms kept her plastered against him as she squirmed and rubbed her aching nipples over the hair on his chest. He swept teasing kisses from her ear down the curve of her jaw and finally, finally took her mouth and plunged his tongue inside. She tangled her fingers in his hair, scraping her nails across his scalp as she returned the bruising kisses. They broke the kiss panting.

  “Damn,” he said, massaging her butt.

  “Again, please,” she said between erratic breaths.

  “Anything for the beautiful lady.” His slow hot kisses deepened and his tongue gently tickled the roof of her mouth. His hand moved over her stomach and lower until his fingers slid between the hot, wet, tender folds between her legs. He pulled his head back, a look of pure lust in his blue-gray eyes as his fingertip circled her clit.

  “Ohhh . . .”

  He stopped and she sucked in a breath. “Again?” he said in a deep, throaty rumble. She nodded and he repeated the motion.

  “Oh . . . yesss.” She sighed and let her head loll back. His mouth licked and sucked its way to the top of her breast. She arched, giving him access to an aching nipple, but damn it, he stopped. She couldn’t take any more. Spontaneous combustion was a real possibility. She cupped his face and pushed him back. “Bed. Now.” Hard-body banging, sex against the wall, in the shower and wherever the hell else they wanted could come later. That bed was too damned nice not to put to good use.

  “Yeah,” he rasped, tightened his grip on her ass and hitched her up.

  She didn’t hesitate to clench her thighs around his narrow hips and circle her arms around his neck. Over his shoulder, she caught sight of the Do Not Disturb card hanging on door. “You forgot—”

  “No . . .” His hot mouth worked kisses over her shoulder, up her neck. “Got some . . .” His tongue and lips devoted time to her ear. “When I was out.” His hot breath on her ear produced a toe-curling quiver.

  Her brain was wonky from his oral attention and it took a moment for what he said to register. She planted her palms against his chest and pushed. “What?”

  “Condoms. I got . . .”

  “Wasn’t . . . talking about condoms.” She hitched her chin in the direction of the door. “The Do Not Disturb sign.”

  Jack twisted his head. “Oh.” He turned back and delivered a hard kiss. “It’s hard to think when the blood leaves your brain.” He made to turn to the door and his feet tangled in the robe at their feet. For a moment she thought they were going down. But not all O’Brien’s blood was in the very fine erection pressed against her crotch. Enough resided in his strong legs to keep them upright. He gave her a sheepish grin, adjusted his grip, and went to the door with her in his arms, securing the sign on the outside of the door and still managing kisses and nibbles. She reveled in the bulging arm muscles holding her and the ease of his long unfaltering strides as he carried her to the bedroom. This was a man who could go the distance.

  “Bed,” he said, lowering her to the sheets. “Now what?”

  Frantic kisses and bare skin rubbing against bare skin? His firm lips buried between her legs kissing and sucking until she came? “I want you naked.” She trailed a finger down the treasure trail of hair to where it disappeared inside his jeans and poked one, then two fingers to feel the tip of his dick. She wanted to free his erection but couldn’t make her fingers stop caressing the warm smooth tip long enough to move to the snap and zipper. Jack solved the problem. He unsnapped, unzipped, and shimmied the cloth down his thighs like a male stripper, then hopped from one foot to the other removing his shoes, finally kicking his jeans clear. All the while his very fine erection bobbed inches from her face. She wrapped her fingers around the base and tasted him, gently circling her tongue over the tip.

  “Ahhh.” He moaned and put a hand on the back of her head. She fondled his balls, rolling them over her fingers as he thrust his hips, allowing her to take him deeper. His throaty moans increased, his thighs quivered, and when his balls drew up, she released him. Experience told her in a first encounter guys didn’t like to be first to get theirs.

  She fell back on the bed, scooting across the sheets until she could spread-eagle. “Fuck me, O’Brien.”

  Chapter 4

  Damn. If she hadn’t released him when she did, he would have come and, as fan-fucking-tastic as that would have been, it would also have been embarrassing as hell. He couldn’t pull away even when he knew he was about to come. Losing it before his partner got off at least twice was not his style. He expected her to be aggressive, but not to take his cock in her mouth and deep-throat him before he’d gotten her off. As he watched her
slide back on the bed he worked at getting some blood back to his brain. She held out one arm, crooking her finger in a come-to-me motion as she flashed a damn sexy smile. He climbed on the bed, knees between her legs. She made a low, throaty sound, half moan, half laugh, and rolled to sit up.

  “Gawd,” she said, skimming her hands up his biceps and over his shoulders.

  Gawd was right. He grasped her wrists and forced her back. “No touching, Major.” Her eyes flashed. He sensed she was the one usually in control. Not this time. “Take it easy. I’m in charge for this one.”

  She shook her head. “Not that. Don’t call me Major. I want to keep that world out of here. I want it to be you and me. Nothing else.”

  That suited him just fine. He released her hands, bent and pressed his lips on hers, delivering a bone-melting kiss. She smiled against his mouth. Her hands cruised his chest, shoulders, and arms. “I have to touch you.”

  Geesus, the words sent a blistering need through him and he forced himself not to slam into her hard. Take it slow. Like a sloth, his fingertips ran down her center between her breasts, down her belly, between her parted legs until his hand rested over her hot, wet slit. Even though he wanted to plunge his fingers inside he held steady, letting her squirm and rub her mound against his hand as he kissed her.

  “O’Brien.” She dug her nails into his biceps. “I . . .”

  “Relax. I’m going to do this slow. Search for the places that give you shivers when I touch them.” His tongue circled her belly button. She arched. “Like this one.” He lapped the tiny depression again. “Get to know every inch of you.”

  She grabbed his hair in both hands, pulled his head up and away from her stomach. He pressed the tip of a finger between her folds and moved it up and down over the slit. She closed her eyes, released his hair, and her head dropped back to the sheets. “O’Brien, I really appreciate everything you want to do to me.”

  To stop her protest he moved his mouth to her mound. “I’m glad you’re happy,” he said between kisses.

  “But,” she continued as he pressed one, then two fingers into her hot center, moving them gently as he kissed the inside of her thigh. She squirmed and hissed a long yesssss. “At ten hundred tomorrow . . .” Her warm, throaty voice drifted over him as she countered his movements, circled her hips then surged against him, drawing his fingers in to the knuckles. “I’m on an eggbeater out of here. You have any hope of using up the condoms, forget about slow . . . and focus on quality and quantity.” She moved her hips side to side. He put his mouth to her plumped slit then tongued and sucked her clit. She bucked and gasped. “In case you . . . haven’t . . . noticed . . . I’m close . . . to . . . detonation.”

  Ohhh, he’d noticed. He sucked harder. Flicked his tongue faster. His fingers made a wet sucking sound as they moved in and out of her body. She quivered, shook, arched to him and detonated. He didn’t stop his attention but slowed and gentled the movements until the flesh under his lips stopped quivering and her channel no longer clenched his fingers. He laid several kisses on the inside of her thigh, then moved to lay on his side next to her, keeping his hand pressed between her legs, enjoying her tremors.

  She sighed deeply and watched him from behind heavy, half-closed lids. “Thank . . . you.” She ran her hand over his biceps, her fingers playing in the hair, then went to a nipple and pinched. He bent and took her nipple in his mouth, suckling as his fingers gently worked the tender folds between her legs. He gave each hard peak equal time while his fingers worked in and out faster and faster until her body vibrated.

  “O’Brien, pleeassse.”

  He lifted his head. “What?”

  “Mouth . . . going to . . . come again.” He forced her legs apart and repeated the sucking and lapping she’d enjoyed before until she bucked and twisted as her world tilted off its axis. He lay beside her and stroked her flushed skin, giving her a chance to recover before he took care of his own building need. When she turned on her side and ran her hands over him, peppering his arm, chest, then chin with kisses, he couldn’t wait any longer to be in her.

  “I want my cock inside you now. Make you come again.”

  “But I want to see and touch you. Give you pleasure.”

  He rolled over and kneeled between her legs. “Next round.” Her eyes widened and she raised up on an elbow to watch him roll on a condom. “And don’t worry about the pleasure part. I’m about to get that.” He aligned his cock and drove fully into her soft, pink, hot flesh. He’d wanted to be in her since the moment they were in the room. And damn . . . she was as good as he thought she would be. Wet. He released a deep rumbling growl, withdrew completely, then thrust back in. Hot. He sank in to the hilt. Soft. This was definitely not going to last long. He ached to come. Fuck. Not long at all.

  “Give it all to me,” she said, wrapping her legs around his hips, arching to meet every one of his quickened thrusts. Sweat coated his skin, his body quivered. No holding back any longer. He sank deep, groaning at each hot burst of his orgasm. Honey’s legs tightened around his hips. He threw his head back, groaning louder as her orgasm clenched hard around him.

  When her legs slid away, he eased out and on wobbly legs went to the bathroom to adios the condom. Panting and heart pounding, he fell on the bed next to her. She tucked against him and brought up her knee to gently cover his package, then tipped her head back.

  “Shower. Check,” she said, panting. “Getting laid. Check. Check and . . . Oh. My. Gawd. Check.” She gave him a sexy, devilish smile.

  Chapter 5

  They stayed plastered together in a sweaty tangle of limbs and sheets, kissing, touching, and dozing. While Jack slept, Honey eased out of his arms, hit the head, and grazed on the few remaining scraps of food. She returned and stood at the foot of the bed looking at his fabulous body and quite nice cock. In the Marine Corps, she’d seen plenty of male bodies and she’d become a connoisseur. His rated right up at the top. The tender flesh between her legs clenched and went wet at the memory of what that body had done to her. He should be about ready for another round. He’d only come once but it had rocked his powerful body. She was slightly chagrined he’d made her come three times. The first time in seconds. But it had been months since she’d had a hookup and that one hadn’t been all that great. Her eyes cruised up his legs and stopped at his crotch. Staring at his cock and balls. His cock stirred and she looked at his face to see if he was awake. She jumped on the bed, kneeling next to him. “Ready for the next round?”

  He grasped his now erect dick and stroked it. “More than ready.”

  She bent and kissed him, her hair forming a curtain around their faces, and slid a hand over his belly down to take over the stroking duties. His hand went to her breast. She broke the kiss, released his dick to push his hand away. “No. There are rules.”

  “Rules?” He raised up to look into her face.

  “This time I get to do all the touching while you lay there and enjoy.”

  “But . . .”

  “No buts. Take it easy, O’Brien. I’m in charge for this one. I do like it slow.” She ran her lips over his jawline. “Especially when a partner has a body like yours. I want to touch you . . .” She straddled him and ran the flat of her hands over his lightly furred chest to his shoulders, over his biceps, down his forearms to capture his wrists. “Everywhere.” She used a deep, sexy voice and was pleased to see him quiver under her touch. She pushed his arms away from his body. “Keep them there while I get to know your body.” She moved back to sit on his thighs. “First I want to do this.” She kissed his cock and circled the top with her tongue while her hand went between his legs, fingers light on his inner thigh and up to that sensitive place behind his balls.

  “Daa-mnn.”

  She looked up and, seeing his pleasure, gave a satisfied sigh. Her tongue swiped his tip again. “This is what I like.” She loved giving and seeing a man’s pleasure. She began mapping the edge of his muscles with her tongue and lips. He didn’t say anything,
but the way he quivered under her mouth, she knew he was enjoying what she was doing. When her tongue touched his nipple, he arched and his arms went around her. “Oh, no.” She pushed his hands away.

  “I want to put my hands all over your amazing body.”

  She shook her head slowly. “When I finish learning and tasting your amazing body.” She licked and blew hot breath over each nipple then laid on him, snaking her body over his, kissing, working her lips up his chest to the side of his neck on her way to using her tongue on his ear. His murmurs of approval, soft moans of pleasure, and the way he squirmed beneath her took her to the next level of hot. That and the way the hair on his chest tickled her nipples and his erection jerked against her ass. “Oh! Yeah!” Time to put that erection to work at the job it was made for. She reached for a condom and scooted back to sit on his thighs. He lifted his head and fisted the base as she covered him. She rose up to sit on him. He had other plans.

  “No more fucking rules.” In a single motion, he rolled her to her back and braced his arms on either side of her, his beautiful powerful body looming over her. “Geesus. I want to kiss and touch you everywhere. Want your mouth on me again. But I want this more.” He slid slowly inside her and their mutual sounds of pleasure mingled. The previous frantic sex had taken the sexual edge away, and they took their time, both exploring, tasting, learning what they liked and wanted, trying different positions. The friction of slick body against slick body built until there was no longer denying their climax.