His lips puckered and he kissed it gently, almost pushing her over the edge.
“Please don’t tease—please.”
He licked around it, causing it to tighten further, to throb in need. The blood was racing through her veins now, perspiration slickening her body as she writhed beneath him. She was dying for more, reaching, pressing against his mouth as her hands tightened in his hair to drag him closer.
She wanted to be rid of the jeans. She wanted to be naked in his arms and covered by his weight. Instead, the denim material around her thighs held her in place as his mouth tormented her. Tortured her. As his fingers stroked, stretched the opening, and had her lifting, trying to force them deeper.
She needed them deeper. Agonizing hunger resonated from the depths of her pussy, tightening the muscles, spasming through them with a force that had her flying higher, faster, than she had in the Black Hawk.
“Kell, please,” she tried to scream his name. “Please. I’m dying—I need—more.”
The wail that left her throat was one of exquisite agony. Pleasure too sharp, too fierce to be endured. Yet she endured it. Ecstasy ruptured through her, piercing her bloodstream and burning through her body with a force that
tightened her body and left her shuddering in the aftermath.
Twelve
ONCE HE GOT HIS DICK inside her, he was going to kill them both before he managed to satisfy the hunger clawing at his balls.
Kell fixed her clothes quickly, drew her into a sitting position, and breathed out a shaky breath as he moved into the opposite seat and stared back at her.
At least the panel between the driver and the seats was soundproof. Damn, that cry that had come from her had nearly had him coming in his jeans. Long, drawn out, aching with pleasure and need combined.
Looking through the windows, he quickly estimated how much time was left before they arrived at the house then ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to restore some kind of order to it as Emily pulled a comb from her purse and quickly straightened hers.
“Want me to do yours?” She flashed him a saucy grin as she held the comb out.
“Go for it.” He loved daring her.
The smile that curled her lips had his thighs tightening and his fingers digging into the seat beneath him as she moved across the short distance and straddled his legs before sitting on his lap.
“Brave girl,” he growled playfully. “It’s all I can do not to tear those jeans off you and show you just how tenuous my control is right now.”
“Hmm.” She drew the teeth of the comb through his hair, using her free hand to smooth over the strands as she worked. “Just imagine the surprise Daddy’s butler would get when he opened the door for us.”
Kell grimaced. He knew that butler. Seaman Rogers had been with the senator’s SEAL team at the time the senator had been wounded. Several years later Rogers had been taken captive. Before his team could rescue him both legs had been broken, several ribs cracked, and the fingers of one hand nearly pulverized.
Once he healed and took a discharge, Stanton had hired him. The other man had been with the senator ever since. Nearly twelve years now. His wife kept the town house ready for occupancy and both of them adored the senator and his daughter.
“There, you’re all nice and tidy. If it weren’t for that hickey on your neck, Daddy would never know I’d been molesting you in the limo.”
His gaze caught hers. There was a hint of fear in her eyes.
“I didn’t mean to do it,” she whispered as she moved back to her own seat and rubbed her hands nervously on her jeanclad thighs. “Maybe he won’t notice.”
“Probably not.” Bullshit. Kell knew that was the first thing her father would notice. “But that’s not as much a problem as the one on your neck. And I did mean to put it there.”
Her hand flew to her neck then she dug into her purse, pulled her mirror free, and stared at it in shock.
It wasn’t blatantly obvious. It was small, the slightest marring of her creamy flesh from the bite of his teeth. It would be gone within hours. But they didn’t have hours.
“We’re dead.” She swallowed tightly. “This is bad, Kell. Very bad.”
“Yep, we’ve broken several laws,” he agreed mockingly. “Look at it this way, at least he can’t tell I had my mouth buried in your pussy.”
“Stop trying to shock me.” She snapped the mirror closed and shoved it back into her purse. “What is your deal? Why are you so insistent that he know we have anything between us? This is insane.”
“Why would I want to hide it?” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at her thoughtfully.