She gasped as she clutched his shirt, hanging on like she couldn’t breathe and wouldn’t let go.
His lips raced down her neck as he laved at her throat like she was a delicious treat to savor, not a Mata Hari he should unmask.
“I’ve missed you. I need you. Zy…” With quick fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt. He did nothing to stop her, just let her shove the garment off his shoulders to pool on the carpet. “Take me to bed.”
Twenty-four hours ago, he would have believed that whisper. He would have been throwing a party in his head as he carried her across the room and made her his again. He would have gone out of his way to lavish her with pleasure until she was sighing, sated, and smiling.
Not anymore.
“Let’s not rush this, baby. I want to take my time with you tonight.” See how desperate I can make you…
Panting, she shook her head. “No, I can’t wait. I ache for you. I’ve craved you so badly. I’ve tried not to. I’ve tried to keep my head and think straight. But when you touch me, you make that impossible. Please…”
She sounded so needy. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear her words were sincere. Despite all the evidence of her guilt, Zy still found himself half believing she meant all that.
Then Tessa turned the tables on him, opening her lips against his neck, nipping at his lobe, nuzzling up to his five-o’clock shadow, dragging her tongue down his chest as she plucked at his nipples with pinching fingers and nibbling teeth.
He hissed as pleasure hit him hard. The scent of her arousal drifted between them. Fuck. He needed to keep his head and stay in charge. He couldn’t succumb to the desire gnawing at his restraint, but christ, she was undoing him.
Tessa kept kissing her way down his body, breathing hard and clutching him—until she landed on her knees at his feet. And god help him, he fucking loved her there. His body roared in approval with a slam of his heart and a jerk of his cock.
Blinking up at him, she gripped his thigh and tugged at the button at his fly. He yanked the zipper down before helping her shove his boxer briefs past his hips.
She took his cock in her eager hands, and he moaned. Then, with her big green eyes devouring him, she parted her swollen red lips, took him onto her tongue, and sucked him deep.
The hot silk of her mouth seemed to envelop his whole body. Zy closed his eyes with a growl, using a determined fist in her hair to guide and lengthen the stroke of her lips up and down his dick. “Yes, baby. Nice and slow. Watching you wrap your lips around me is…” She swallowed, her throat working the head of his cock into a staggering nirvana. He tugged harder on her hair and fucked her mouth ruthlessly. “Don’t stop.”
Tessa shook her head, totally unshy about heaping pleasure on him. That turned him on even more.
She didn’t give the most practiced blow job he’d ever had, but she sucked him with gusto, eyes sliding shut as if she savored every inch. The little catch of her breath almost convinced him this turned her on as much as it did him, and he wondered how she’d willed her nipples to be so hard under the transparent lace. Hell, maybe she was practiced after all. Maybe he’d underestimated her. Maybe she’d been inserted by the enemy onto this team in the hopes one of the operators would find her his Kryptonite, and he’d been the gullible sap to fall for her.
Then he stopped thinking when her tongue lashed his sensitive crest before swirling around his length. Head spinning, he staggered back to the bed, desperate to fuck her and almost not giving a damn that she was taking him for a ride.
If he didn’t need to figure out what game she was playing, he would let her suck him until he came down her throat and do it again just because why not take advantage of the fact she seemed willing to whore her mouth out to serve her cause?
But now, he needed to take control of this wretched drama and arouse her until she turned pliant. Then he’d turn the tables and figure out why she didn’t mind selling herself out and for whom she had chosen to fuck him over.
He tugged on her hair, smiling when she gasped as he pulled her off his cock. Using his rough grip to guide her to the bed, he laid her flat on her back, then reached for her tiny blue excuse for underwear.
The wet spot staining the fabric was unmistakable, and when he tugged the silky wisp down, it clung to her pussy.