Risk of Exposure (Alpha Ops Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

with her hair, and she moaned as his mouth sucked and bit at her neck. She slid her jacket off, despite the cold air. Heat was flowing through her like she was the Torch.
    “You’re fucking glorious, you know that?” he said in a gravelly voice. “I can’t wait to be inside you, watching your eyes as I make you come.”
    A dirty talker too. Her hormones went into overdrive. She gasped for air as he yanked her head back to be kissed again. His hand slipped under her T-shirt and without stopping she pulled away from him and held her arms up. He slid the shirt off and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around him. His mouth went to her nipple, sucking and biting it through her bra.
    She shivered and he put her down. “Are you too cold?” he rasped.
    Not fucking likely. She reached behind her and took off her bra, allowing him to see her, wanting him to see her. His darkening eyes made her stomach clench with need.
    “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He swallowed visibly and dragged her to him again. This time he bit and pulled at her nipples until they were so hard they were virtually throbbing in the cold night air.
    Not stopping to ask, or to say anything else, he ripped open the button on her jeans and dragged them halfway down her thighs. His hand plunged between her legs, under her panties, his large fingers diving into her folds.
    “You’re so wet. So fucking wet. How long have you been wet?”
    “Since we sat down for dinner,” she said, and then felt compelled to keep speaking. “I knew I wanted you right then, and the seam of my jeans was so perfectly placed for pressure…”
    He groaned as his fingers played in her wetness. He pressed against her clitoris and she squirmed against him, needing more friction. Her hands reached for his jeans. She undid them and found he went commando. His dick was already hard and strong. “Do you have a condom?” she asked as she stroked him. “If you don’t, I—”
    “I’ve got one,” he groaned as her fist tightened around the head of his dick.
    She couldn’t wait. “I need you inside me.” She slid her jeans down a little farther, and as she bent to do so, she slid him into her mouth. He went completely still.
    “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. If you want me to fuck you, you better get back up here,” he said.
    She stood and turned away from him, looking over her shoulder at him as she put her hands on the wall. His hand slowly slid from her neck to her ass, and as he reached there, he pushed into her. Hard and fast, using her wetness. She half rose with the feeling of being so totally impaled. She moaned, heat pulsing out from her body as he thrust into her. He pulled her closer to him, one arm around her breasts, fingers pinching her nipple, and the other around her hips, sliding his fingers against her clit.
    She felt her orgasm start from the pit of her stomach, arching toward her and ebbing away, only to reemerge again, stronger. As he pushed into her, her nipple and clit seemed to join with the rhythm of his fingers.
    “Oh God,” she breathed, and then spasmed as the hot wave crashed around her, jerking against him. He shook off his restraint and came, almost roaring with the intensity.
    As soon as the warmth in her body started to dissipate, she waited for the shame to kick in. She pulled her jeans up and tugged her T-shirt and jacket back on, barely acknowledging his presence. When she was ready to go, she stood up straight and looked him in the eye. She smiled involuntarily at his confusion, then realized she felt zero shame.
    “Thanks, I needed that,” she said, almost urging the surge of shame and embarrassment to come.
    “Glad I could assist?” he said, frowning with what seemed like uncertainty.
    “Can you find your way back to your hotel?” she asked, reaching for the door. Why wasn’t she feeling anything except satiation and calm and…peace? Should she stay? Indulge in a little more small talk? She could. But if she