Maverick (Elite Ops 2)

as his. The room heated until perspiration seemed to drench her body.

“Micah.” She twisted beneath his hold, her hips arching as he rimmed the entrance to her vagina. His fingers were wicked, knowing, as they stroked the flexing entrance.

“Easy.” His teeth nipped at her thigh as he eased her legs farther apart with his free hand. “Let me taste you, love.”

The endearment had an involuntary cry leaving her lips. It seemed to stroke inside her, to stoke the flames of response burning through her system.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered against her thigh. “All that sweetness spilling for me. I want my tongue on you. Inside you.”

She shook her head desperately as she fought to hold on to enough of her senses to remember every touch, every sensation.

Her hands fisted into the sheet beneath her body as she strained to be closer to him.

His head moved, his tongue licked over her clit, at the same moment that he pushed two broad fingers into the needy depths of her body.

Risa arched and screamed with the pleasure. It was a bolt of lightning striking in a never-ending pattern, firing tiny explosions through her system as his fingers filled her, his mouth possessed her.

The pleasure was violent. The need for release was a driving, overwhelming sensation all its own. She strained toward it, fought for it.

“I love the taste of you,” he groaned before he licked around the throbbing bud of her clit again. “So warm, so sweet.”

He was patient. He took his time. He licked as his fingers stroked inside her slowly, stretching her, parting her until the wicked bolts of pleasure raced through her with unrelenting sensations.

She wanted him. She wanted more than simply lying there and taking her pleasure. She wanted to give pleasure.

Her head lifted, her eyes took in the sight of him, his eyes closed, his tongue working around her clit with delicious strokes.

“I want to touch you.” She struggled against him, the need destroying her. “I want you, too, Micah. I want to touch you, taste you.”

His forehead touched her lower belly as he took in a ragged breath, his head shaking slowly, his fingers pausing inside her.

“Please.” She pushed against his shoulders. “Show me how to touch you, too.”

“Risa,” he groaned. “Let me love you. Lie beneath me, love, and let me pleasure you.”

She shook her head. She wanted it all. This morning, as the room brightened around them, she wanted all of him. His touch, his hunger, even as she touched and hungered. She wanted to spill as much into him as he gave.

“No.” She shook her head. “Please, Micah. Show me. I want to touch you, too.”

Show her how to touch as she was touched.

His fingers slid from her snug grip. Eyes narrowed and glittering, he lifted himself from her.

“Are you sure, Risa?” His voice was dark, sexual, as he stared down at her with a dominance in his expression that should have frightened her. “The pleasure can get out of control, love. You can lose yourself in it.” His voice dropped to a whisper as the need for it seemed to glitter in his eyes. “You could get more than you may be comfortable with.”

It was a dare. A male-centered sexual challenge that filled her with excitement rather than fear.

“What will you do that you haven’t already?” She let a teasing smile tip her lips as she gave her own challenge.

A rough chuckle washed over her. “Your pretty ass will be bare to my hands, my fingers.” And hunger tightened his expression. “Give me a taste of power, Risa, and you may be surprised at the animal you release.”

Her lips parted. She drew in a ragged, rough breath. “Show me.”

She hungered to know. She craved each touch, each adventure she could find in his arms. She craved the man she could sense he held back.

“You’re going to steal my mind,” he groaned, but he moved, lifting himself along the bed until he lay back as she moved to sit beside him.

“Come to me, love.” He lifted his arms to her. “Take me, and I’ll take you.”