the door but slides one long leg out where I can see it. Turning gracefully, she adds the curve of her tight ass, wriggling it seductively.
My girl is feisty. That’s rooted in her uneasiness. Today marks the first day of Operation Temptress. I picked the name, and I don’t give one shit what anyone thinks about it.
Right now. Moira is certainly tempting me. Damn, but I admire her inner strength. Strong in mind and body, she’s fearless. Or should be. Damn, if I don’t want to take the edge off her uncertainty. She’s stalling, and I have a choice to make. Do I cave to her taunts, take her hard, and drive her out of her mind? Or do I shut this all down, leaving us both aching for the rest of the day?
I plant my legs wide and pull at my chin. We’re going to be so damn late.
Storming into the guest room turned closet, my sudden appearance takes my temptress by surprise. Already decided on what she needs to silence her fears, I don’t hold back. Her mouth opens on a squeak but I grab her throat, silencing her, and yank her against me with enough force to make her knees wobble.
“I told you not to tease me.”
Her eyes round in fear, but it’s not real. Already her body reacts with the rush of adrenaline flooding her system. She pushes against me in challenge.
“And what if I do? What are you going to do about it?”
Damn, but if this woman doesn’t take my breath away. This is how her life should be. Wild. Unrestrained. Free. Not beaten into submission, chained and collared, waiting for monstrous men to do unspeakable things to her.
I may get rough with Moira, but it’s by her request. Her demand. A deep, throaty sound rumbles in the back of my throat. It slams against her feminine whimper and wraps around her gentle surrender. My entire body tunes into the signals she gives. That’s how I know how hard to push.
She begs for a display of strength.
Maybe I should be softer, gentler with her, but that’s not what she needs. I remember the girl with the vacant stare I saved in Manila over a year ago.
Back then, the fight had been beaten out of her. She’d been stripped of all hope, her fire quenched as she was forced to be docile and obedient. Moira has come a long way from that empty shell of a woman.
Her fire burns hot. She’s eager for a fight, stepping up to go after those who would throw her back in a cage.
And she’s all mine.
I move my hand from her throat to twist in the hair at her nape. Slanting my head, I check her eyes for the tacit permission she always gives. Then my lips crash against her mouth in a mind-blowing kiss. I take from my girl. I take what I want, how I want, and make no apologies for the ferociousness with which I claim her as mine. My heart pounds like a jackhammer inside my chest, and my cock jerks, eager and ready to stand up.
Honestly, I could kiss Moira all day. The sex is amazing, but holding her in my arms is pretty damn awesome all on its own.
She opens for me the moment I place my mouth on her. No less forceful than any of our other kisses, this one feels different. We’re familiar with each other now, but that’s not what this is. It’s us expressing our combined uneasiness with this mission. A need to unite as one, man and woman joined together.
Not that anybody expects her to be abducted the first day out, but anything is possible. This is us putting our fears and concerns out there, dealing with it the best way we know how.
Her tongue brushes against mine, so sweet, so very much mine. My hands move. I can’t stop myself and I let them go everywhere. I rip off her shirt, forcing her hands up over her head. Her breath catches as I momentarily bind her there and intensify the kiss. But the fabric soon falls to the ground. Her bra follows a moment later. I break off the kiss, but only to bend my head and lower my mouth to latch onto a pink nipple.
I pull on her hair and force her head back. Her body arches, thrusting her chest forward. With her hands free, she shoves my pants down over my hips, freeing my engorged cock.