Betrayal of the Dove - By Capri Montgomery Page 0,47

His voice was low and laced with sexual embers that sent shivers up her spine. Perfect and smooth,” he growled as he lowered his head and slid his tongue along her breast before closing his mouth over it and sucking gently. She screamed his name; her hips arching off the bed of the truck with need. He chuckled low in his throat. “Like that did you?”

“You know I did,” she said stubbornly. She was wound so tight right now that she thought she might break if he didn’t get inside of her soon.

“Good to know,” he slid his tongue over her nipple before repeating the action that had made her scream his name. She withered beneath him. Her body wanted his touch, wanted him, but he was drawing it out, drawing her out.

He slid his hand lower, slipping it between her legs and playing with her some more as he kissed and sucked on her body in all the right places. He slipped one finger inside of her and growled with satisfaction. “You are so hot and wet for me, baby.” He looked up into her eyes and smiled. His eyes were deeper in color, laced with his sexual desire for her and yet he was still fully clothed while she lay naked in the cab of his truck underneath the stars.

“Stop teasing me and take me,” she said.

“I would, baby, but I didn’t bring any condoms with me. I didn’t think we were going to get this far tonight,” he licked her stomach before letting his tongue play with her belly button. “But just because I have to wait, doesn’t mean you have to.” He slipped another finger inside of her, stroking her, playing with her slow then fast, soft, then hard. She arched beneath him, her eyes glued to the sky above as he masterfully played with her body. She watched the twinkle of lights in the sky as he took her to the heights of pleasure and pushed her beyond. She remembered begging for more; pleading for release and then when he gave it to her she called out his name, over and over again, wishing it was more than his fingers inside of her. She knew he had done the responsible thing, waiting since they didn’t have protection. It spoke volumes for his character that he hadn’t assumed she would let him go there tonight. He hadn’t come prepared for sex. It also told her a lot about the man. He was restrained enough to wait.

When she came down off her orgasmic high she looked in his eyes. The smile that curved his lips told her he was thrilled with his victory. He released her wrists and she slid her hand down his body. “Let me,” she let her fingers go to the zipper of his jeans, but he stopped her.

“When I come it’s going to be inside you, not in your hand.” He leaned down and kissed her on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave his passion mark behind.

“Marking me as yours are you?”

“I’ve left my mark everywhere else,” he grinned. “Well, maybe not everywhere.” He looked at her thighs.

“Oh no,” she pushed her hand against his shoulder to keep him from moving. “You are not going down there.”

He laughed. “Yes I am,” he said and he did just that, kissing his way down her body to the juncture between her legs where he proceeded to rectify the neglected areas of her body. One touch from the man and all she could do was lay back and take what he had to offer.

Nevin had watched them through his binoculars. “She’s pretty,” he mumbled. “They always did get all the ladies,” he nearly growled. Just because they were elite members of some mysterious team people liked them, respected them, and the ladies seemed to go crazy over them. He was never allowed on the inside of their team and now they, every single last one of the bastards who had kept him out in the cold was going to pay. Killing Rick had been pure luck the way he saw it. He was in Texas to kill Larry when he found out the man was on a six month fishing trip with his son. He had been disappointed in the loss of one kill opportunity and was getting ready to leave for his next one when he stopped at the gas station to get a case of beer. That’s when he saw Rick walk in