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  He rolled to his side, keeping their bodies locked.

  Letting out a sigh, she rested her head on his well-toned bicep.

  With a fingertip, he slid a lock of a hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Then his gaze bored into hers. “Spend the week with me.”

  Piper thought about her op. There wasn’t anything to do other than clean house—House Rule #2, according to Alana’s scribbled list. But her remaining time, as she and Calvin waited for their mark to drop in, was hers to do with what she pleased—so long as she didn’t lose the essential tether of the cell phone. “I’ve nothing better to do,” she said, smiling as she ran a hand over his shoulder.

  He gave a grunt. “Then it’s settled.”

  She slid a thigh over his hip. “You said you’ve been thinking of all the things you wanted to do. Is it like a wish list?”

  His mouth stretched. “More like a To Do list I have to check off.”

  “Been thinking about that list long?”

  “Since I met you.”

  A thrill went through her. “So, it’s specific…to me?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She liked the way his eyelids dipped when he said that. His nostrils flared again. And deep inside, his cock had begun to thicken and pulse against her walls. “Want to share a few of those items?”

  He placed a palm alongside her cheek and rubbed the pad of a thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re free to tell me to skip to the next thing if you’re not comfortable…”

  “Try me.” Where had this inner tramp come from? Fuck, it was him!

  “I want to make you come with my mouth.”

  She already knew how well he kissed so… Her pussy retracted, pulling on his cock. The instant quirk of his eyebrows said he’d noticed.

  “I want to bend you over a tall stack of pillows and lick and finger your pussy and your asshole.”

  She drew in a sharp breath, her automatic response an emphatic no, but she bit her lip to hold it back. For him, she’d be willing to experiment, to explore a bit of naughtiness.

  “I want to blindfold you, and then have my way with you.”

  “That’s rather vague,” she said breathlessly, but her imagination spun with all sorts of acts.

  “Then how will I surprise you?”

  Normally, she hated surprises, but the way he studied her expression, perhaps waiting for her to disappoint him, kept her from snorting. She narrowed her gaze, but didn’t refuse.

  “How about you? Anything you want?”

  She drew a slow breath while she held his gaze. “Once I saw a Kama Sutra illustration. The woman bent at the waist with fingers touching the floor, while her standing lover fucked her from behind.”

  He laughed. “Can I add ties to your wrists and your ankles and give you a spanking first?”

  Fluid oozed from inside her. “Feel that?” she whispered.

  “Must have been a yes,” he said softly, leaning closer to press his mouth against hers.

  His kiss was addictive. All she needed to reawaken her hormones. She made a mewing sound against his lips and pressed closer, gripping his ears to make sure he didn’t pull away too quickly. His lips, his tongue, fuck, his teeth—he used everything to show her how he’d make love to her body. Only when she needed air did she let him go.

  He rolled them, coming over her, and then straddled her waist. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  “Gonna frisk me?”

  “Not a cop, but I don’t want any interference. Let me play, baby.”

  Again, that sweet name. Unable to hide a shiver, she cupped her hands beneath her head and looked up at him. Both his chest and his abdomen were so well defined—sweat-slick muscles gleaming, shadowed indentions defining each. His cock was already fully erect and lying on her belly. As she looked at his fat cockhead, she licked her lips. “I want to add something to my list.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you lubed and sliding between my tits. Then I want to finish you inside my mouth.”

  His breath hissed between his teeth. “Does it count if those acts are on my list, too?”

  Absolute heaven. She laughed. “Better get started.”

  “No time to waste.” He scooted down her body, his thighs clamping around hers.

  When she saw his head level with her breasts, she could hardly breathe.

  “We’ve fucked twice.”

  “Once and an almost,” she quipped.

  He narrowed his gaze. “I have yet to play with your tits. But I’ve been thinking about them. That skimpy top you wore to the barbeque was a deliberate tease.”

  Ah, he noticed. “I could almost feel your gaze licking between them.”

  “This will be so much better.” With his elbows planted, he plumped her breasts high and kissed the tops, licked the undersides, but completely avoided her tightly beaded tips.

  “Who’s the tease now?” Her pulse raced. She groaned as his grip hardened.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  “I like them tortured,” she said, her jaw tightening as he gave her a rough massage, rolling them together and apart. Finally, his thumbs rasped the tips, and then pressed harder, digging into them.

  The pain was so acute, so pleasurable another gush of fluid leaked from inside her. Then his thumbnails bit into her areolas and she undulated her belly, needing to move, but she was trapped. His head lowered to one ripened peak, and she whimpered even before he stuck out his tongue and flicked the bead again and again.

  Piper wanted so badly to pluck the other tip with her fingers, give it a good pinch to double the pleasure his mouth gave. But he beat her to it, and his fingers weren’t gentle, pinching hard and pulling, then letting her breast bounce back.

  Wolf repeated it several times, until she couldn’t help rolling her head side-to-side, couldn’t stop from jerking her hips beneath him. He moved to the other breast and latched his mouth around the over-sensitized areola and sucked so hard her toes curled and her eyes shut tight. “Oh-oh-oh!” Then he pulled back and let her nipple slide free, and she fell back, delirious with pleasure and a sudden intake of oxygen.

  He kissed one tip, then the other, then gave her a heavy-lidded stare. “Wish I had clamps. I’d screw them on tight and leave them there for a bit. Bet I could make you come with one skinny finger fucking you.”

  “Since you don’t have a skinny finger, we’ll never know.” His one-sided grin tugged a lazy smile from her. “Guess I shouldn’t dare you when I’m dying for you to get busy somewhere else.”

  “Think you know what I’ll do next?”

  “A girl can have dreams.”

  “I’d hate to be too predictable. You’d get bored.”

  “Baby, I’m not bored. What I am is very, very wet,” she whispered and gave him a slow, sexy eye blink.

  He sighed and nudged his thighs between hers, opening her legs. “Hand me those pillows.”

  Piper blew a stream of air between her pursed lips. Her groin was nearly cramping from tightening so hard. She reached and snagged both thick pillows and handed them to Wolf, then planted her feet in the mattress and lifted her hips high as he bunched them under her hips.

  Several moments passed as he arranged her legs, knees bent and widespread, her pussy tilted just so.

  He took so long, she knew he was enjoying staring at her open sex. “Take a picture,” she muttered.

  With a gentle caress, he touched the edge of one thin, inner lip. “Do you know these look like a flower? An orchid, I think.

  “They stick out,” she said, wrinkling her nose. He would have to focus on a part of her anatomy that bothered her.

  “Can you feel them when you walk or sit?”

  How does he know? She watched his expression for a reaction. “Sometimes, I guess.”

  “Does the pressure turn you on?”

  “Probably in the same way your cock does when it rubs against your pants.”

  “Huh.” He fingered the edges again. “It�
�s pretty—your cunt. I want to suck on it for a long time.”

  He’d said the “C” word, something she’d have taken offense with any other man, but he said the epithet so matter-of-factly, and his expression was nearly reverent as he feathered her cunt, she didn’t mind one bit. “I want you to suck it, too, but not for a long time.”

  His hands caressed her inner thighs and pushed, widening her again. “I can see inside you. I can see your asshole. Do you know what I’m going to do?”

  A burning sensation attacked her eyes. She’d have refused anyone else. She loved sex, fucking, but some acts were too intimate. Her insides quaked at the idea. “You want to touch me there.”

  “I want to do more than that. But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

  “That freaking list.” She forced a teasing note into her voice.

  “Tell me you wouldn’t be disappointed if I wasn’t so single-minded.”

  Piper gave a laugh that was close to a sob, but she stretched out her arms to either side, signaling her surrender, and then watched as he again moved downward, resting on his elbows as he fingered her labia—outer and inner, stroking up and down her waxed-bare lips. She couldn’t help the involuntary clenching of her entrance when he lowered his head and licked between her tender folds.

  His tongue glided from the bottom to the top, fluttering on her clit, before he gave her another long stroke. He did this several times, and she found it oddly soothing. But then he hooked a finger in her entrance and tugged downward, and forked fingers above her clit and pulled upward. Without moving, he waited as chilled air wafted over her wet sex, cooling her hot flesh, teasing her hard knot.

  Then he bent and licked her bared clit, and she nearly came out of her skin, because he did it with a dry tongue, and the scrape was more than she could take.

  She must have made a noise, because he chuckled and did it again. Now the round knot felt raw. “Easy there,” she gritted out.

  “Was that too much?” he asked, not sounding the least bit regretful.

  I can play his game. “A little.”

  “Let me make it better.”

  She sucked in swift breath when his lips latched around the knot and sucked. Long moments passed while her thoughts narrowed to just his lips pulling on her clit. She’d never felt anything quite like it, never knew her clit could expand so much. And now, he plucked it with his thumb and forefinger, tugging it like a mini-dick, and she was coming out of her skin. So close, so fucking close…

  But he stopped and lowered his head, and before she could catch her breath, he was sucking it hard again, his lips tightening around the base while his tongue stroked and circled the swollen bud.

  Every nerve in her body ended there. She was sure. Electric pulses zinged throughout her limbs, making her quake. “I’m coming!” she cried out, her shoulders rolling upward, her body tightening.

  He flicked her clit with his tongue, and tugged it with his mouth.

  Then she exploded. The sounds she made were so foreign, so unlike her previous sex-sounds, she shocked herself. She mewed and cried, breaths hiccupping, as her belly and thighs quivered. And still he didn’t relent, thrusting fingers into her vagina, hooking them upward to rub her G-spot. Another explosion shook her.

  Finally she stilled, and the muscles of her belly felt as though she’d done a hundred sit-ups. Her thighs splayed wide. Her breasts shivered with each jagged gulp of air.

  Wolf rose over her, his cock sliding into her, coming deep, and he ground his groin against her raw clit. She hissed air, and he quickly tugged the pillows from under her hips. Now, he no longer ground against her exposed nubbin, but her hot, slick walls convulsed again, and he clamped a hand beneath her ass to hold her against him as he rutted.

  Piper was limp, but aroused. Too enervated by pleasure to protest. And would she have stopped him? Would she have asked for mercy? His intensity was an aphrodisiac, and she was helpless to resist. Whatever his request might have been at that moment, she would have agreed, so long as the act didn’t require her participation. All she wanted was to feel, and listen to his sex-sounds—guttural groans, worshipful murmurs. Even now, he whispered in a raspy voice as he sharpened his thrusts and drove relentlessly inside her.

  “Never felt so fucking good. So hot. Gonna fuck you until my cock’s a nub and your cunt’s—Jesus, your cunt’s so fucking wet.” His words kept coming, a stream of praise and urgent pleas. “Come for me. Do it, baby. One more time. Do it.”

  Her body was limp, and she couldn’t. “I’m done. So fucking done,” she said, but her statement wasn’t true.

  His finger stole between her ass cheeks and prodded her hole, and she cried out again, already there. Fuck, she’d never left that blissful plateau, never come down. She’d been riding one long orgasm. “You’re killing me,” she keened.

  His breath gusted in a laugh, but he kept right on pumping. And then his finger poked inside, and she screamed. Her orgasm was so intense she couldn’t breathe, and could only ride the wave as he shouted and wetness spilled inside her.

  When he’d finished, he brought them to their sides again, refusing to allow her to expel him from her pussy. Inside this enigmatic man’s arms, she was anything but safe, but she knew, she never wanted to leave. Like a love junkie, she had to have more.

  Chapter Six

  PIPER AWOKE SOMETIME later, wondering what had disturbed her. Was it simply the strangeness of sleeping with another person? Having his hard body crowded next to hers, warming her skin? She’d had brief affairs, but had never simply fallen asleep in a man’s bed. Nope. Not being the kind to kiss and cuddle, she’d always found excuses to cut short her date.

  A soft hum sounded beside her, and she smiled. Must have been his soft snores. Damn, she was glad to know the man had a flaw.

  Settling again, she glanced around. Shadows filled the corners of the room, and only faint starlight filtered in through the space of the half-opened curtains. Wolf had cut the light after she fell asleep on him. She stretched and nearly groaned aloud. Although she considered herself in good shape, she was tight from the workout he’d given her. He’d performed like a man on a mission, and she wondered how much time had passed since he’d been anyone else. Glancing to the side, she spotted his handsome profile, letting her gaze linger on his strong brow and well-shaped nose. She couldn’t wait to find out whether the intensity was him twenty-four/seven, or whether he was capable of tenderness. Not that she’d be disappointed either way—but holy hell, she could use a nice long soak in a hot bath to ease the sore parts of her anatomy.

  His breathing was still deep, so she scooted from his side and set her feet on the carpet. First thing, she needed to check her phone for messages. Calvin would go nuts if she didn’t check in soon. She rose, took a step, and nearly tripped on something on the floor—a bag, but with something solid at the top. Hoping she hadn’t broken whatever the item was, she knelt and felt inside the top of the unzipped bag, her hand closing around something shaped mostly like a cylinder.

  With a quick glance at the bed to assure herself he still slept, she rose and walked to the window to examine the object in the moonlight. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized she held a spotter’s scope—an expensive piece of equipment. She turned it, held up the eyepiece to stare down the scope at her place, and realized he’d had a very up-close view of her teasing seduction. Even in the dark, she blushed, remembering how wanton she’d acted. A couple of adjustments to sharpen the focus, and she could see very clearly into the house that was still lit up, upstairs and downstairs.

  But what was he doing with a scope if he was on vacation? Was the fact he was in this bedroom, which oversaw so much of the house where she stayed, a coincidence?

  “You look like you know what you’re doing,” Wolf said from behind her.

  Piper lowered the scope and swallowed before glancing back at the bed. He lay sprawled on top of the crisp white cotton sheet, a hand behind his head, his legs spread, looking impossibly se
xy, but his face was in shadow. His tone hadn’t given her any clue whether he was angry she’d rifled through his things.

  “It’s a fairly pricey piece of equipment,” she said, hefting the item. “Not something I’d expect among a person’s vacation clothes.”

  His chest rose, and he held out his hand.

  Stepping to the bed, she surrendered the scope. Then he patted the mattress beside him, and she sat.

  He fingered her wrist, then flattened his thumb against her pulse. “You knowing what it is, plus the fact it’s not cheap, begs the question—how do you know? You law enforcement? Or a hunter?”

  Calvin would have a cow, but she liked Wolf and wanted to trust him. How else could they get closer if they didn’t share? And she guessed he was monitoring her pulse in order to tell whether she lied. Since he was in Charter’s house, he had to be a good guy, so she decided to take a chance. “Wolf, I’m a bounty hunter. Have been for several years.”

  “Seriously?” His teeth flashed white in the darkness. “You?”

  She gave him a scowl and jammed a hand on her hip. “Why not me?”

  Narrowing his gaze, he ringed her forearm with his fingers. “You tellin’ me you know how to fight?”

  She thrust out her bottom lip and deepened her scowl. “You’re pissing me off. You want me to prove it?”

  He let go and held up his hands, but his chest shook with quiet laughter.

  “It’s not that damn funny.”

  “No, I’m not laughing because I find the idea of you taking down a perp laughable. I’m thinking your bail jumpers would never see the collar coming.”

  “Huh.” Mollified, she curved one side of her mouth.

  “So, you’re working?”

  After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, then pointed to his scope. “Are you?”

  He laid the scope to the side, and then pulled her down, forcing her to straddle him and lay her chest against his.

  This close, she could see the set of his jaw, the narrowed eyes. And feel the coiled strength of his muscled body.

  “Piper,” he said, his voice low and little gravely, “Until just a few days ago, I was a Navy SEAL, just three weeks out of Afghanistan. I’ve been offered a couple of jobs. This place belongs to one of the potential companies.”