Agent (CENTURIES series: Book #3)

8

I was forced to suck in a loud breath when Vince bit my shoulder rather hard. I knew that would leave teeth marks, but fuck that, because God it felt good. Just five minutes on the bed with him and he already knew what I loved.

Don't overthink that.

We were playing a dangerous power game, one that neither of us wanted to lose. How far would we take this before one of us stopped it, knowing that this really shouldn't happen? We were enemies, both fighting for our own government. If they ever found out we had done this, we would be seen as traitors and lose our jobs.

And I wasn't losing mine.

Grabbing a sharp hold of him with my legs, I tackled him sideways, forcing him to let go of my hands. I rolled on top of him and grabbed on to his shoulders, before I pounded down on him and assaulted his lips. He met me with equal fervor. Hovering on top of his hips, I felt his hands travel up my thighs, his fingers sending electrifying touches through my body. When he reached my ass, he squeezed each asscheek firmly.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and let out a garbled moan against his lips. The dampness warmed my panties as his hands started rubbing against my round flesh, just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing...

I was losing my mind. He was winning and he knew. I had to do something.

Thinking quickly, I sat up and in one fluid yank pulled off my top. When I saw his eyes land on my chest, I brought my hands to my bra, teasing him with the sight of me playing with the straps.

"See something you like?" It was my turn to quote him. When I saw the flash of annoyance run across his face, I smirked, pretty damn pleased. "I think you do."

"Take it off," He said with a challenge imbedded in his voice. He was daring me.

The joke was on him though, because I wasn't shy. I unhooked my bra easily and dragged it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in an elegant movement. I watched Vince drink up my femininity in all its topless glory, hypnotized by my peaked, cream nipples.

When he made a move to sit up, I placed a hand on his chest and shoved him back down. "Ah-ah, big boy. I'm on top, that's means I'm in charge."

His eyes narrowed hard on me. "You know how fast that can change."

"Indulge me then," I whispered and grabbed onto the headboard. I slowly leaned down in over him, letting my breasts hover above his face. "Want to touch? Show me what you've got."

He let out a small growl. Then before I could rethink my words, his head lifted from the pillows and his mouth latched on to me. His tongue flicked out and teased my nipple, then his teeth bit sharply down on me, causing me to gasp. My grip around the headboard hardened and my eyes fluttered shut briefly as I let myself enjoy his work for just two seconds.

Only two.

But then his hands were moving up to my slender sides, tracing up to the curve of my ribs. My skin burned where he touched me, and as he gently traced his thumbs over the part just below my breasts, I couldn't stop the shudder that went through me. His mouth was rough, but his touch was silk, and together they made me a writhing mess. I had to level myself on his left shoulder to avoid tilting sideways.

He was taking the control, even from beneath me.

Gritting my teeth and willing my weakened mind, I gathered every last bit of strength he hadn't taken from my body yet with his touch. I took back the control; Sliding down, I made his mouth unlatch from my breast and instead met his lips with my own. He welcomed me, and our tongues wound together in a battle of power, of dominance. I needed more than that and therefore let my hand travel down the trail of buttons on his shirt, opening them and exploring the naked, rippled skin below that tensed at my touch.