fast and furious. And without a doubt, the best fuck she’d ever had.
As he pulled her into his arms and kissed her brow, she closed her eyes and memorized this moment. Just one night, she’d promised herself. Just one fuck.
It was over now, and all she had left was this memory.
Chapter Three
Sterling lay on the bed, holding Candy in his arms, struggling for purchase. Christ Almighty. That had been amazing. He’d known it would be, but he had never expected that.
Their mating had been wild, untamed and feral. A fast-and-vicious crazed ride. He’d never lost control like that with a woman. Never. He’d intended to seduce her slowly, to toy with her and bring her to the edge with exquisite precision, to get her hot and panting and begging for it. Mindless and forgetful of her true purpose.
But he was the one who’d been swept away.
He’d been on her and in her and skating the edge of release in minutes.
Surely he had more self-control than that.
He chalked it up to the fact that she’d come at him just as passionately, just as frenzied. And her passion had incited insanity. Had tripped the urge to bury himself deep and hard in a relentless surge.
Sucking in a deep breath, he caressed her arm and then drew his palm over her waist and hip. He loved the way she smelled, soaked in sweat and cream. He loved the way she felt, pulled close and spooned against the curve of his body.
He hoped to hell she wasn’t what he suspected, because it would be a damn shame to find out she was the enemy. It would be a damn shame to never hold her like this again.
Because if she was investigating the team, the consequences would be harsh for her.
And, consequently, for him.
But lives were at stake. The lives of men and women he cared for very much. The team was his family, the only family he had left, and he would protect them with all he had.
There was no two ways about it.
When she finally stirred, he eased back and rolled her over so he could look down at her. Her eyes were clear and damp, her lips parted. Gently, he brushed a strand of silky hair from her face. She smiled; it was a lazy, languid effort. He had to kiss her. Just once. Just a soft buss. And then, of course, he couldn’t stop. She tasted of ambrosia. Soft, sweet and tantalizing.
And the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest made him dizzy. Her curves fit him in all the right places.
Soon, he would need to ask some hard questions, but not just yet. God, not just yet. Because when he confronted her with what he suspected, all this heaven would end.
So he ignored the impending disaster and explored her body as he should have done before, slowly, meticulously, with caresses and kisses and licks and laps. Not a word passed between them, only sighs. And when she met his exploration with her own, his passion started to simmer again.
It was shocking how quickly his reserves refilled.
Then again, given how fucking perfect she was, maybe not. That, and the knowledge that this would probably be the last time, urged him on. Thank God he had more than one condom in his wallet. A fluke of fate there, because he hadn’t been laid in…well, far too long.
He discovered she was ticklish, but only on the delicate arch of her foot, and proceeded to tease her there, simply because he enjoyed watching her squirm. The sight lit a fire in him, one long banked, and he pressed it down. Yeah, she had a lush, beautiful ass, one he itched to smack. And yeah, she had a thing for leather. But he couldn’t go there. He had to keep his inner beast chained up with this one.
This was business, not pleasure.
Although, there was pleasure.
When he stroked her silky slit, circled the nubbin hidden there, she began to pant, and her features tightened with a desperate arousal he now recognized.
She was so fucking hot, his Candy. So fucking ready.
He was ready too. It didn’t take much. Her hand wrapped around his cock, teasing him, pumping. The noises she made at the back of her throat, the moans and groans, drove him crazy. And the rake of her nails over his skin when she became too impatient, God, he really loved that too.
He expected the second time to be slow and easy, a steady climb