Derek dressed and went back to work, both amused at Jenna’s reaction and uncomfortably horny. He couldn’t get her off his mind—not when he had a private conference with Corbray, not when he read Pentagon intel reports on Qassim, not when he went to the shooting range for target practice specifically to get her out of his head.
How could any man forget an attractive woman checking him out with such blatant lust in her eyes? Yeah, she’d taken a good, hard look at him, her gaze fixing on his cock, and the expression on her face had been pure sexual hunger.
The fact that she’d gotten so flustered afterward was interesting, too. He would expect for a woman who worked in reproductive health care not to be fazed by dicks. But her face had flushed bright pink, and she’d said things she hadn’t meant to say.
I’m lust…lost.
Yeah, she was lust all right—for him. He’d never gotten hung up on a woman like this. Sure, he’d been sexually attracted to a lot of women, but he didn’t walk around thinking about them all fucking day.
I work in women’s healthcare, not penises.
He’d almost lost it and started laughing at that point. She could have said men’s healthcare or male reproductive healthcare or almost anything, but his dick had apparently been foremost on her mind. That was okay with him.
Maybe it was time to do something about this. They were adults, and they were hot for each other. Maybe the best thing for both of them would be to get it out of their systems by fucking each other’s brains out.
She’s Jimmy’s little sister. You’re her bodyguard. You’re at a job site.
These were three excellent reasons to keep his dick in his pants. What kind of example would he set if he, one of Cobra’s owners, broke the rules while on the job?
It’s not like he could hide what was going on. He was in a building full of operatives and intel specialists. There were no secrets.
None of this was enough to keep him from shooting Jenna a text message that evening and offering to give her a tour of the place.
I DON’T WANT YOU GETTING LOST.
No, it hadn’t been necessary to add that last bit, but it had been fun.
WHERE SHOULD I MEET YOU?
I’LL COME TO YOU.
He went to her room, knocked.
She opened the door. “Hey.”
For some reason he couldn’t fathom, she had trouble meeting his gaze.
He tried not to grin. “You ready?”
He gave her the same tour he gave U.S. Senators, Pentagon officials, and presidents, sexual tension humming between them like a live wire. Somehow, he managed to stay on topic. “We have close to five hundred staff and operatives spread out over eight major operation centers around the world.”
“Antarctica?”
He chuckled. “No.”
He showed her the infirmary, the gym, the shooting range, the holding cells, and the weapons locker on the lower level. “This is all mission-critical gear. Our armorer makes sure it’s ready to go at a moment’s notice.”
“Wow.”
“You found the mess hall, I assume.”
“Yes.”
He showed her the barracks next, opening a vacant room so she could take a look.
“It looks like a prison cell.”
“Nothing fancy—just a bed, a sink, and a toilet. Most operatives stay for just a week or so at a time.”
She smiled up at him, finally making eye contact. “My room is much nicer.”
“Wait till you see mine. I am the boss, you know.” He led her to the elevator and up to the barracks. “Corbray and I use this room whenever one of us is here. He stays in D.C. most of the time to be close to Laura, his wife. He heads her protection detail.”
“She was abducted by al-Qaeda, right?”
“Abducted, held prisoner for eighteen brutal months, beaten, raped. They claimed she was dead. Corbray found her during a SEAL raid and brought her home. She barely knew who she was. She still gets the occasional death threat.”
Laura Nilsson was one of the strongest people Derek knew.
“Poor woman! It’s a wonder she didn’t get pregnant.”
Derek swiped his keycard but said nothing. It wasn’t his story to tell.
He opened the door and stepped aside to let Jenna enter, biting back a grin at her surprise. “Home, sweet home.”
“It looks like an office with a bed.”
“That’s pretty much what it is. I’m able to view all the security feeds and the monitors in the operations room, as well as communicate with all of our operations centers from here.”
“So, you’re able to work in your pajamas. That must be nice.”
“I don’t wear pajamas.”
A hot blush stole into her cheeks, and she looked away. “I’m sorry about what happened earlier today.”
“No, you’re not.” He wasn’t going to let her off easy.
Her gaze jerked to his, outrage on her face. She opened her mouth to object, but he cut her off. He wouldn’t play that game.
“People who are sorry don’t stare. You’re as attracted to me as I am to you. If the two of us weren’t trying so hard to follow the damned rules, I’d be fucking you—”
He never finished because Jenna jumped into his arms—and kissed him.
* * *
The feel of Derek’s lips against Jenna’s was like the answer to a prayer. If she’d had any fears that he might not take what she was offering, she forgot them when he crushed her against him, answering her kiss with his own, his little growl of approval an aphrodisiac. In a blink, she was high on him—the spicy scent of his skin, the hard feel of him, the heat of his lips on hers.
He scooped her into his arms, and carried her a few steps to his bed, the power of his body making her ovaries purr. He stretched out above her, his hips between her thighs, his gaze searching hers. “Are you sure?”
“God, yes.” She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor to drive the point home, a shiver running through her when his gaze shifted to her bra.
Oh, how she wished she hadn’t worn one today.
She started to unfasten the front clasp of her bra, but he caught her hands.
“Let me.” She stretched her arms over her head, a gesture of surrender.
“God, Jenna.” His brow furrowed, and he rocked back on his heels, his big hands cupping her breasts through lace. “I love your breasts.”
He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, making them draw tight against the fabric, frissons of pleasure shooting through her, the fire in his gaze as arousing as his touch. Then he unfastened the clasp with a single quick motion, tugging off her bra and lowering his mouth to an aching nipple.
She moaned, arching to feed him more of her, every tug of his lips and flick of his tongue making her womb tighten and flooding her belly with liquid heat. She slid her fingers into his hair, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other and back again until she was all but writhing on the bed, months of suppressed sexual need unleashed.
Abruptly, he got to his feet, removed his holster and firearm, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it. Then he shucked his pants and, with them, his boots and socks, bending down to give her a glimpse of his amazing ass. And there it was—all of that beautiful male terrain she’d seen this morning.
This time, she let her gaze wander where it would—the bullet scar on his chest, the planes of his pecks, his broad shoulders, the bulges of his biceps, the ridges and valleys of his belly, the length of his impressive erection.
She needed to get out of her pants right now. She reached down with trembling hands to unzip her jeans, only too happy when Derek took over. He jerked them down her legs and tossed them onto the floor then stretched out beside her.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His gaze moved over her, the desire on his face making Jenna feel like the sexiest woman alive. He ran his hand from her breast to her inner thigh, teasing her with callused palms, tickling her with his fingertips, grazing her with his knuckles. “Your skin is so soft, like silk.”
“Yours, too.” She explored his chest, his light brown chest hair rasping against her palms, his nipples tightening beneath her fingers.
He kissed her then, slow and deep, his fingers finding her swollen clit, stroking her, driving her crazy. “I want to taste you.”
“Help yourself.” Did he think she was going to say no to oral sex?
He chuckled, a warm sound, then lowered his lips to her throat, nipping and licking his way down her body, kisses spreading fire over her skin. When he passed her navel, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her hips, raising her bottom off the bed.
She let her thighs fall open, exposing herself to him, holding nothing back.
He slid his hands down her inner thighs, his gaze fixed on her most private self, naked hunger on his face. “So sexy.”
Jenna was barely able to breathe as he situated himself, his gaze meeting hers for a moment before he parted her lips—and sucked her clit into his mouth.
The breath left her lungs, her hips jerking at the sweet shock of it, her fingers curling in his hair. “Oh. My. God.”
It was bliss. It was torture. It was blowing her mind.
Jenna tried to relax, to savor it, but he was just too good at this, pleasure rising too fast for her to stay on top of it. She couldn’t think, couldn’t say a single coherent word, panting and moaning as Derek pushed her closer and closer to the brink with his lips and tongue, taking all of her into his mouth, suckling her. He slid a finger inside her, stretching her, stroking her.
Heat drew tight in her belly—and exploded.
She came with a cry, climax washing through her, drenching her in bliss, leaving her breathless and limp. She felt him tug the pillow out from beneath her hips and opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her, his pupils dilated, a cocky grin on his wet lips.
“I like how you taste.” He reached for something—a condom.
Her heart melted. With most men, she had to ask.
She trusted him. “If you’ve been tested, you don’t need that. I was tested before I came here, and I’ve got an IUD.”
“I was tested three months ago—and I haven’t been with a woman since.” He dropped the condom and bent her knees back, opening her to him.
She took hold of his cock, stroked its hard length, then guided him inside her.
“I want you, Jenna.” He entered her with a single, silky thrust, filling her, stretching her, making her moan. His eyes went shut, breath leaving his lungs in a long, slow exhale. “Christ.”
Then he began to move.
* * *
Derek had forgotten what it felt like to have sex without a condom. Jenna felt so good—slick, tight, hot. His head was filled with her, her taste fresh on his tongue, her scent all over his skin. But if he wasn’t careful, he was going to embarrass himself. He was not a minute man.
Keep telling yourself that.
He opened his eyes, looked down at her sweet face, willing his body to relax, taking it slow and easy. He wanted to make her come again. He wanted to watch her face when climax hit her. He wanted to see her lose control.
But right now, he was the one on the brink.
She reached down to stroke herself, the sight of her fingers on her clit sending a shockwave of lust through him.
Holy hell.
He loved a woman who knew her own body and took what she needed. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to help.
“Let me.” He canted his hips so that his pubic bone touched hers then ground himself against her in slow circles, his cock buried deep inside her.
“Oh!” Her response was immediate, her moan erotic, her eyes drifting shut, her hands sliding up his arms to rest on his biceps.
Holding himself above her like this, he couldn’t suckle her, those beautiful breasts with their dark nipples swaying just beyond the reach of his mouth. But he could see everything—his cock sliding in and out of her, the pink flush that stole over her skin, her swollen breasts with their puckered nipples, the carnal delight on her face.
She caught on quickly, moving with him, her hips matching his motions.
He fought the instinct to thrust, letting her take everything she needed, his body a tool for her sexual pleasure. Her breathing had gone ragged, every exhale a whimper now, her nails biting into his skin like ten tiny razors, the pain sweet.
“Oh, God, Derek!” Her eyes flew open, bliss lighting up her beautiful face, their gazes locking as she came.
Derek rode through it with her, keeping up the rhythm, his heart thudding in his chest, some emotion he couldn’t name swelling behind his sternum.
He gave her a minute to recover, holding himself still inside her.
Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, then she looked up at him once more, a satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re too far away. Come here.”
She drew him down against her, kissing him hard on the mouth, running her hands over his back, locking her legs around his waist.
Derek let himself go. He started slow, need for her driving him until he was pounding into her, his self-control in tatters. His balls grew tight—and he shattered.
“Jenna.”
Orgasm hit him with the force of a backdraft, scorching through him, leaving him to float like ashes in the wind.
For a moment, they lay there together, out of breath, hearts beating in tandem.
Derek’s awareness returned piece by piece—the soft feel of Jenna’s breasts against his chest, the caress of her fingertips along his spine, the musky scent of sex. Only when his erection began to fade did he withdraw from her.
He lay down beside her, drew her into his arms, his body replete, his mind blank. She snuggled against him, her head pillowed on his shoulder, the fingers of one hand tracing idly through his chest hair.
“I’ve never come like that before. I’ve always had to take care of myself if I wanted to climax through vaginal penetration.”
Derek grinned at her clinical word choice. “So, the brain surgeon is good with a scalpel but clueless with his dick.”
Didn’t it just figure?
Jenna laughed. “He wasn’t all that good with people, either—just brains.”
“Then I’m glad he’s out of your life.” Derek was surprised to realize he truly meant that. “You deserve better.”
That was the last coherent thought Derek had before he drifted to sleep, Jenna warm and soft beside him.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
He opened his eyes, Jenna sound asleep in his arms, and saw the light on his main viewing screen flashing.
Shit!
It was time for his evening strategy session with Corbray.
He climbed out of bed buck naked, leaving Jenna to sleep, and logged in, Corbray’s face filling the screen. He tried to block the camera’s view. “Can I call you back in ten?”
Jenna sat up, sleepy and confused, the sheet falling to her waist. “What … oh!”
She yanked the sheet up to her chin with the little shriek.
Corbray glared at him, his expression telling Derek that he’d seen it all. “Call me when you’re alone—and, bro, put on some damned pants. ¡Madre de Dios!”