His shirt came off and sailed across the room. He rolled to the side and yanked at his jeans, cursing under his breath when they snagged around his ankles.
Where the f**k was the condom? Pocket. Shit. He leaned over the bed to pick the pants back up and yanked several packets out. They spilled onto the bed as he rolled back over. He grabbed one and ripped it open as he straddled her again.
Her gaze was riveted on his groin. Her eyes flashed appreciatively, and in response he reached down, grasped his c**k and stroked.
She strained against her bonds, and it only made him harder and more eager to take her.
With a shaking hand, he rolled the condom on and then reached down to spread her legs.
God, she was so soft and beautiful. Delicate and feminine. The silky blond curls were damp with desire, and he ran his thumb down the seam of her pu**y before pushing her legs farther apart.
She was open to him. Open and unguarded. His to take. His to pleasure. His to taste and to touch.
He rose over her, tucking his c**k against her small opening. He could never get over that first thrust, where her body fought his size and her pu**y closed around him like a vise. He was sweating and shaking like a teenager, and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet.
“Are you ready for me, Sophie?”
He nudged inward just enough that the head spread her opening and he could feet her heat.
“Please, Sam. I need you.”
Those softly uttered words sent him over the edge. He gripped her hips and dove deep. She gasped. All the breath left his body in a groan of intense agony.
She writhed beneath him, trapped. Her mouth opened and closed, and her arms strained against the bonds at her wrists. She surrounded his dick like warm honey. So sweet. So hot. He’d never felt anything to match the sensation of being inside her.
When she bucked upward in protest of his not moving, he withdrew, and they both moaned at the sensation of him rippling through her flesh.
“God, honey, you’re so tight. You feel so damn good.”
“We fit,” she said on a moan. “You fit me. Perfect.”
“Damn right,” he growled as he swooped downward to devour her mouth.
He flexed his hips and sank deep again. He swallowed her gasp of pleasure, savored it, then returned it in his next breath as their tongues mimicked the action of their bodies.
There was no thinking. Only the slick, hot feel of her against his cock. His brain went numb as he lost himself. Deeper. Harder.
The rest slipped away. No mission. No ass**le who needed killing. No frustration because KGI’s efforts had met with no results.
Here it was just the two of them. And mindless, perfect pleasure.
He reached down to hook his forearms underneath her knees. He pulled hard, and the angle sent him deeper, until he was wedged so tight that his balls were crammed against her pu**y.
He glanced up, meeting her gaze, making sure she was with him and that he hadn’t hurt her. Only her desperate need for release stared back at him.
With a savage cry, he pulled back and then hammered into her, rocking the entire bed as he thrust over and over. Her eyes slammed shut and her cry split the air. She went tight, so tight, as every muscle in her body tensed, and then suddenly she went liquid around him, bathing him in intense heat.
He threw back his head, closed his own eyes and pounded forward one last time before his release gathered in his balls and shot up his cock. He erupted painfully, the pleasure so staggeringly intense that he lost himself for one brief moment.
His hips still flexed spasmodically as he carefully lowered himself onto her limp body. She trembled as their flesh met, and her lips brushed over his jaw as he laid his head against her shoulder.
He was still buried deep and he had no desire to move. She felt good surrounding him, holding him in her body. He moved his hips again, a shudder rolling down his spine at the nearly painful sensation over his cock.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked against her skin.
She hummed, a content purring sound that told him he’d done no such thing. Still, she spoke softly against his hair, reassuring him that he’d given her as much pleasure as he’d taken.
Though he hated to move, he knew he was crushing her. Carefully he pushed himself up and then withdrew from her body. Damn but he was still hard.
He reached up to untie her and then rolled away to discard the condom. When he moved back, she immediately curled into him all soft and limber. Her hands moved over his body almost frantically, as if being denied the ability to touch him had made her all the more desperate to do so now.
He caught one of her hands and tugged it down until her fingers circled his cock.
“See what you do to me? I shouldn’t be hard again for two weeks after that, but I seem to stay that way around you.”
She laughed softly and ran her hand up and down his length, exploring every inch.
“Think he’ll wait long enough for me to grab a shower? Do you mind?” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “I smell like beer.”
He nuzzled her neck, licking over her pulse. “You smell wonderful, but yeah, go get a shower.” He felt a twinge of guilt for having ambushed her as soon as she’d walked in. He should have let her shower and rest. She’d been on her feet the entire evening.
She reached up and kissed him before rolling away. He watched her, enjoying the gentle sway of her hips and ass as she walked naked to the bathroom.
She was one hundred percent woman. Soft and feminine, with curves in all the right places. She was everything his job wasn’t, and maybe that’s why she appealed so strongly to him.