Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

“Say ‘red’ if you really want me to stop.”

She opened her mouth to say the word, just to preserve her dignity, but she shook her head instead.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” His thumb started to vibrate on her aching clit, and she moaned into his mouth as it came down on hers. Still, she tried to hold back, but his finger brushed against her anus again as he thrust his fingers deeper. Through her nose she sucked in a breath, her body stretched as taut as an overtaxed elastic.

Her control snapped. A loud squeal escaped her. There was no way his mouth could catch all her noise, but she couldn’t help it. The orgasm was torture. Too intense and wild. Eyes rolling back, and half choking on his tongue, she fought to stay upright as she struggled through the wicked pleasure, overwhelmed as the spasms racked her. It went on too long, and by the time the pleasure ebbed, she was trembling weakly in his arms.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. He kissed her forehead and pulled his fingers out of her, then drew his hand out of her panties. She shuddered through an aftershock, feeling like his hand was still around her neck. The sensation was erotic, and made her want more of pretty much anything he wanted to do to her. Wanting to thank him, or impress him, she grabbed for his fly, planning to give him a blow job.

He stopped her, with his hand on hers. “No time. They’re going to call the cops if we don’t get out of here.” Without hesitation, he put the two fingers that had been inside her in his mouth and cleaned them off. She watched in slightly horrified fascination. She was so going to jump him as soon as they got out to her SUV.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, she remembered where she was—the fitting room with an almost stranger. Before she could feel much shame, Luke looked down at her with a dark intensity that made her feel sexy instead of trashy.

“Do you need help changing back into your own clothes?” he asked.

“No, I’m okay.” She ducked her head, but he tipped her face back up. He was grinning.

“See you in a sec.” He peeked out the door, then slipped out, leaving her alone with her tortured, mortified thoughts.

“No, no, she’s fine,” she heard him say. “Stung by a wasp. It must have followed us in from the car or something.”

Shit. Someone heard her? Big surprise. The whole damn store probably had. Maybe she could just stay in the fitting room until it was closing time then slip out with the last worker.

She changed back into her own clothes, then looked at the pile of things she’d tried on and tried to remember which items fit and which didn’t. She wasn’t sure if the fact that Luke was waiting for her just outside made her want to rush out to be with him or stay in here and starve to death. Her opinion on the subject changed moment by moment.

When she was back in her own clothes, she brought out the things she’d chosen and dumped them in the cart without looking at Luke. She could feel his gaze on her but couldn’t bear to look up.

“You’re sure you don’t need an antihistamine?” Luke asked, obviously for the other man’s benefit.

“No, I’m fine,” she replied, rubbing her shoulder and wincing. The older man stood nearby, looking at a rack of sunglasses. When she finally glanced at Luke, he looked very concerned if one missed the gleam of amusement in his eyes.

“Are you sure? I probably have something I could give you for that.” There was a sexy arch to his brow.

She glared at Luke, silently prompting him to stop teasing.

“It was so weird,” she said, maybe too loudly. “It came out of nowhere.”

“Yes, you seemed very surprised.” Luke’s mouth quirked.

Drop it before you blow it, buddy.

For a moment she remembered that she’d almost gone down on him in the fitting room, and wondered what it would have been like. The idea was making her hot all over again.

Luke stood with the cart between him and the older man, but his hard-on was still evident through his jeans when she checked. “Is there anything else you need?” he asked her.

A drink? A smoke? Your cock? A tranquilizer dart?

She was so keyed up she could have run a marathon. Now that her body knew what he could do for her, it didn’t want him to stop. It was as if he’d opened some kind of kinky dam in her head and all these crazy hormones were pouring out.

The older man moved off to rejoin the woman he was with, and Ophelia gave an internal sigh of relief.

“I need underwear,” she replied sourly. She would have needed some anyway, but the ones she was wearing now were soaked. “I wonder if there’s a lingerie store nearby.”

“They sell underwear here,” he said innocently.

“Let me just safeword that idea right now. Red.”

Luke laughed, and somehow the sound was sexy. Maybe because she was still horny. “You’re safewording practical underwear and not wasp stings?” he asked. “Your priorities may be skewed, just so you’re aware.”