Bang (B-Squad 2)

She rose to her feet, lining her body up with his and closing the gap between them. "What if I need help in a different way?"

"Darlin', I'm a full-service kind of helper." His hand dropped to her left hip, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her clit. "You tell me what ache is building and I'll relieve it." His other hand fell to her right hip and he pulled her close. "Tell me where it itches and I'll scratch it." His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her, letting lose a wave of desire that threatened to overwhelm her. "Show me where it hurts and I'll kiss it better."

"You make a lot of promises," she managed to get out, trying to string out the inevitable for just a few moments longer, because once she gave in there was no going back.

"And I'll deliver on every single one." He dipped his head lower, letting his lips brush across hers. "You can count on it."

Chapter 11

Isaac

He loved women. Loved their curves, their softness, their tempting sense of possibility. Tamara had all of that, but that wasn't what shot a bolt of lightning straight to his cock. No. It was her edges, her hardness, her tantalizing cryptic promise. It was that she didn't surrender in his arms so much as throw down a gauntlet and—with a teasing wink—ask him what he was going to do about it. There was no way in heaven or hell he wouldn't pick it up.

The moment he brought his mouth down to her half-parted, full lips, they both knew what it was—a challenge accepted. He swept his tongue inside her hot mouth, deepening the kiss as he pulled her against his hard dick. Fuck, he wanted her. He had from the moment he'd clapped eyes on her after compiling her extensive background file. Now he was going to have her.

She undulated against him, her hips rocking against him with an urgency that had his eyes crossing. The sweet friction almost made up for the lack of skin-to-skin contact, but he'd never been a man for almost. He wanted her wet, naked, and moaning underneath him, on top of him, and any other way he could get her. The options were endless.

He dragged his lips from her luscious mouth to her jaw. "Wall," he said against her skin. "Couch." He kissed his way to the spot where her ear met her throat. "Kitchen counter." He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, grazing his teeth across her flesh. "Dining room table." He made his way down the slim column of her throat, over her fluttering pulse point, to the base. "Bed."

"I can only pick one?"

He slipped a button on her shirt free. "Darlin', that's the order of events, not a list of either-or."

"You really think you're up for that?" she teased, rubbing up against the proof of exactly how ready he was.

"Are you?" He made quick work of her remaining buttons but didn't spread her shirt wide. The strip of visible creamy flesh mesmerized him. "I think you are." God knew he could feel her heat against him. "I think you're wet and ready for me already."

She arched her back, making the material of her shirt slip a few inches back and revealing more of her tempting flesh. "Only one way to find out."

"One way?" He traced a single finger across the upper swells of her tits, avoiding the hard points of her nipples pressing against the thin material of her bra even though it almost killed him to avoid the sensitive peaks. "That shows a serious lack of creativity."

She took half a step back, the look in her eyes promising he'd like whatever came next, so he let her go. Never looking away from him, she reached down to the skirt covering her from her firm thighs down to her knees and slowly inched it up. His cock twitched with every bit of leg exposed. By the time she'd scrunched the material high enough so she could spread her legs hip-width apart, he was listing world capitals in his head to keep from grabbing her and fucking her over the back of the couch. The sheer black of her panties showed as much as it covered. Much like the woman herself, they gave away only enough to drive him right up to the edge of crazy and make jumping over seem like the best idea ever.

Looking up at him with a desire-hooded gaze and a smile as sinful as cake and ice cream for breakfast, she curled her lips into a knowing smile. "Give me your hand."

Like he was going to say no. He held it out, palm up. She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth and took his hand in her much smaller one. His whole body hummed with expectation as she pulled his hand between her spread thighs and pressed it to her damp panties.

"You tell me," she said, lust a low thread stringing her words together. "Am I wet enough for you?"

If he could have formed words at the moment he would have, but that wasn't going to happen. A switch had flipped and the only thing that mattered in the world was making the woman in front of him come.

"That's enough teasing." He dropped to his knees, whipping her panties down with him before clamping his hands on her hips. He held her place, his fingertips pressing into her full ass and his thumbs as close to the apex of her thighs as he could get.

"Who said I was teasing?" she asked, a sexy little catch in her voice. "You asked a question and I answered...creatively."

Smart ass. "Can you stay still, or do I have to hold you in place?"

"Depends." She looked down at him and wove her fingers through his hair, tugging the strands harder than she needed to. "Are you any good?"

"Darlin, I'm gonna rock your world so hard you just might pull out half of my hair in the process." And it would be worth it to hear her scream in ecstasy.

She gulped and that bitchy, always-in-control facade of hers wavered. "You’d better hold onto me then."

He did, pushing her back just enough that her ass was against the back of the couch. Every taut line in her body told him she expected him to just dive in. Instead, he ran his tongue up the inside of her smooth thigh, skipped over the most inviting spot at the top, and kissed his way over the top of her bare mound. Her body went still and tense as he got closer to the tip of her clit peeking out through her glistening lips. His hands still grasping her hips, he looked up at her as he skipped over that bundle of nerves and tasted his way down the inside of her other thigh.

She let out a frustrated sigh and her head dropped back. "You're not nice."

"Are you just figuring that out?" he asked, forcing a lightness into his tone that was at odds with near blinding desperation to taste her.