She moved her hips in a small figure eight, and he groaned. “Fuck.” Shewasgoing to kill him. Death by sex. There were worse ways to go. He withdrew to the tip of his shaft and slowly slid back in. They both shivered when he hilted.
“Make me yours.” She kissed him and squeezed her legs, pushing the small of his back deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He’d been accused of being too big and too rough.
“You couldn’t. I want you faster and harder. Don’t stop until we both come.” Val arched under him again.
Smith lifted to his knees and grabbed under her legs, bending her back. His hips found a rhythm as he snapped forward and then eased out until just his cockhead remained inside her. Val’s body jolted under him as he hilted, and he watched as a flush of rose color built. Her hard-as-pebble rose-colored nipples danced as his body moved. He was so close to finishing that he dropped his hand to her clit and used his thumb to …
“God!” Val stiffened under him, and he crashed over the edge. Red and white splotches formed behind his eyes, and somehow, he’d dropped to his hands over her. He couldn’t have explained how he supported himself, but somehow, his locked joints managed the feat.
He carefully dropped to his side, and Val tucked up under his chin. His arms circled her, and he stroked her hair. He’d never had a moment as perfect as that.
They both jolted at a vibration from the living area. “What is that?” he asked.
“My cell,” she groaned. “I have to answer.”
“I’ll get it.” Smith rolled off the bed and took a second to gain his balance before making his way out to the front room.
7
Val was almost glad for the interruption because she needed a moment to figure out how in the hell sex with Smithson Young was the best sex she’d had in … Well, she couldn’t remember. She usually didn’t climax. She faked it, like most other women. Rarely had anyone made her orgasm once, let alone twice in a night. So maybe his skills weren’t an anomaly.
Smith handed her the phone as he slid back into bed, and she answered it. “Sunset Operative Thirteen.” Val knew Smith could hear, but since he was getting an updated clearance, she wouldn’t censor what was happening now that they were done with the mission.
“Standby.”
“Smithson is with me.” It was protocol to identify those within hearing range.
“Copy. Standby,” the man said again. Val didn’t know how many people were operating in CCS. Usually, she worked through the Operators, but they were at a unique time in the agency’s history.
She yawned quietly and pulled the Egyptian cotton sheets over her and Smith. Something about lying naked while talking to superiors didn’t seem appropriate.
Smith’s fingers floated through her hair, and she closed her eyes. It felt good just to lounge with him. She hadn’t felt this relaxed since … Her eyes popped open.
“What?”
She looked up at Smith. “What, what?”
“You jumped?”
“Did I? I didn’t mean to.” Which was the truth.
“Archangel online,” a voice came over the line.
“Dom Ops online.”
“The Rose is online.”
“Alpha online.”
“The Annex is online.”
“CCS is online with Sunset Operative Thirteen and Smithson Young. The line is secure.”
“Thank you, Ethan. Where’s Jewell?”
“Currently trying to debug a wiring harness that isn’t working.” Val recognized Bengal’s voice immediately.