Hide and Seek - Lara Adrian Page 0,27

His hips rocked forward, seeking the friction and heat of Lisa’s body.

“I want to be inside you, right now. Christ, I want that more than you can know.” He groaned. “All my stuff’s in the other room. No condoms on me.”

Unfazed, Lisa wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pressing herself against him in delicious torment.

“Stop thinking every problem is yours to solve, John Duarte.” Her mouth curved in a wicked smile. “Now shut up and kiss me again.”

10

Lisa pulled John into another slow, passionate kiss.

He was right; she was tired and exhausted. And it had been a long hell of a day. But the one thing she needed most at the end of it was him.

She lost herself in their kiss, let her hands skim over his strong bare shoulders and into the thick waves of his hair. His soft beard rasped against her cheeks and neck as his mouth roamed over her in a fevered path, igniting sparks of heat everywhere he kissed her.

It didn’t matter that they were in a strange place, under troubling circumstances. Her heart needed this man, just as much as her body needed him now.

John’s low voice vibrated through her. “Damn, woman... what you do to me.”

“Then let me do it,” she whispered breathlessly. Twining her hands in his hair, she crushed her mouth to his again, thrusting her tongue past his teeth.

He met her with equal ferocity, then tore his mouth away on a growl. “You sure? Right here?”

She nodded, too swept up in him to reply.

They weren’t alone on the island, not even alone in the sprawling house, but it was warm and secluded on the veranda. The last guard to walk past on patrol of the perimeter hadn’t been back in a long while. So, with the warm breeze off the ocean sifting through the palms overhead, and nothing but the moon to see them, Lisa kissed him deeper as she reached down to unfasten his jeans.

She slipped her hand inside, moaning at the heat and power of his shaft. The velvety strength of him surged even harder, even hotter, as she caressed his length and teased the juice-slickened, broad plum at its crest. Her palm and fingertips glided over his shaft in smooth, wet strokes, each long pull drawing ragged breaths and delicious shudders from his immense body.

His hips thrust with the increasing tempo she set, and his kiss took on a wildness she reveled in.

She wanted him to let go with her.

She wanted to feel him lose control, and know that she had given him that freedom.

She wanted...

God, she wanted everything when it came to this man.

Hunger building, she broke their kiss to focus on pushing his jeans and boxers down to give her fingers better access to him. His erection sprang free, heavy and heated in her palm.

She couldn’t get enough.

Sinking down onto her knees in front of him, she helped him step out of his clothing and pushed it aside. Then she cupped and stroked him with one hand, the other trailing down to his balls and back again, praising him with her fingers. Beautiful. That’s what he was. Beautiful and strong and magnificent.

And he was hers, even if he didn’t know that. She wanted him to know tonight.

Yeah, their lives were tangled up in chaos and uncertainty now, but John Duarte had always belonged to her. And she to him.

Tonight she wanted—needed—to hear him say it. If not with his words, then with his body.

With the surrender of his hard-held, iron control.

She licked the crown of his cock as her hands continued their worship of him. The salty, hot taste of him intoxicated her, made her suckle him deeper into her mouth on a soft moan. He hissed as she drew him in and out with the suction of her lips and tongue. His big hands came down onto her head, fingers spearing into her loose hair.

On a throaty sigh, she swallowed him nearly to the root, relishing the surge of his pelvis as she descended on his length. His balls were tight in her palm, his thighs spread apart, quivering as she pulled back, then pushed down once more. Again and again, her own arousal mounting from the delicious friction of his cock filling her mouth.

“Jesusfuck... Ohyeahsugar...” The words rushed out of him, short, strangled whispers as she sucked him deeper, harder, into her mouth.

She loved the feel of him on her tongue. She loved the way his powerful body tensed, how