Seduced by the Storm Read Online Free PDF Page A

slid both hands over her breasts, across her belly, and
between her legs.
    She
let him spread her thighs wide, exposing her sex to the hot water. His tongue
traced the shell of her ear as he dipped one finger between her folds and began
to stroke, slowly, back and forth through her slit. The water jets massaged her
legs, her waist, her feet. Wyatt might as well have had ten hands.
    Curls
of pleasure swirled up from between her legs where the tip of his finger pushed
inside her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d treated sex as a luxury,
a relaxing indulgence, and after the fast and furious pace of what they’d done
earlier, this was a double treat.
    In no
way had her drive slowed down, though, and she wanted his touch as badly as
ever. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they should have used condoms
even though she took contraceptive pills and even though physicians at TAG
purged the body of all diseases after each job. She also knew she shouldn’t
have brought him to her room. Not when she was on a mission.
    Then
again, this man didn’t strike her as an enemy agent, didn’t come across as
anything but a roughneck with some military experience.
    He
definitely had some sexual experience, and he wielded it like a weapon, using
it to devastate her willpower.
    Every
push of his finger inside her, every circle of his thumb around her clit, had
her panting and squirming against his hand.
    "Please,"
she gasped. "Please make me come."
    Wyatt
scraped his teeth over the back of her neck and shifted, spreading her legs
wider, and surprise sucked the air from her lungs. He’d turned her so one of
the Jacuzzi jets streamed water against her sex.
    "Oh,
God." Groaning, she threw her head back onto Wyatt’s hard shoulder.
    "You
like that. You like the water licking your pussy, fucking you hard."
    She
couldn’t answer, could barely breathe as he spread her swollen flesh with his
fingers, exposing her even more to the frothy jet. She pulled her feet up
against her butt, braced them on his knees so every inch of her sensitive flesh
could benefit from the gurgling spurts.
    Hot
bubbles danced over her clit, stroking and pulsing. She whimpered, and Wyatt
closed his mouth over hers, swallowing the sounds of her climax as it took her
with such force her hips came up out of the water.
    The
walls of her pussy were still convulsing when Wyatt lifted her and settled her
on her knees on a bench so she was bent over the edge of the Jacuzzi. He
entered her hard, stuffed her deliciously full. She pushed back against him,
taking everything he could give.
    "Oh,
yeah," he said, his voice guttural, breathless. "Talk to me,
baby."
    His
cock knocked against her womb, making her cry out with pleasure. "Talk
naughty to you?"
    "Naughty,
not naughty"—his fingers dug into her hips as he pumped—"anything. I
want to hear your voice."
    "Naughty,
then," she managed between panting breaths. "Because I love the way
your cock feels inside me. It’s almost as good as when you licked me
there."
    His
moan vibrated through her, sweetening the already honeyed pleasure building at
her core.
    "You
liked going down on me," she continued. "Liked pushing your tongue deep,
liked sucking my clit. God, it was good. Your face buried in my pussy, my mouth
milking your cock and caressing your balls, so tight, so filled with come. Do
you know what you taste like, love?"
    "No,"
he rasped. "No one has ever, ah, damn…" He stopped thrusting, gripped
her tenaciously and panted, his control nearly breaking. After a moment, he
rocked into her again, slow and easy. "No one has ever told me."
    "You
taste salty and heady, like the ocean and ale. I could suck you off all night
long."
    "Fuck."
His thrusts came faster, and she felt him swell inside her, knew he was close.
So was she.
    "Yes,
fuck. Fuck me, Wyatt. Harder."
    The
sound of water sloshing against the edges of the tub mingled with the wet slap
of his balls against her sex, and then his roar of release joined in.