Wow! I'm running way behind on announcing my own release! If you haven't found it yet, Powerful Rescue, book 3 in the L.U.S.T. trilogy, is now available at Siren-BookStrand.
Calista Maverick allowed herself to be were-napped to find out who’s leading a terrorist were-trafficking cell. She refused rescue by Gideon Delacroix and Kahil Lowery once, knowing they might save her life, but they would put her heart in danger. Now they’re back and they won’t leave without her...body, heart, and soul.
Gideon should’ve thrown sexy, stubborn Calista over his shoulder and marched out of Caracas when he had the chance. Instead, he left her. Now he can’t forget her. Worse, his attempt to get her out of his system has landed him in bed with a man he despises and secretly loves.
She jerked away from him and spun around, but kept her hands over her face. “I can’t have this conversation with you.”
Confused and needing her to look at him, Gideon reached for her, closing his fingers around her wrists and pulling her hands from her face. “Why not?”
She still didn’t look at him. Instead, she threw her head back and let out a growl that rivaled any wild beast. “Because what Kahil has seen in my head can’t be.” She lifted her head and finally met his gaze. Turmoil and a sadness he didn’t understand swirled in her eyes. “It was a fantasy. Just because I thought about it doesn’t mean I really want it.”
“You’ve fantasized about him, about being with him, about fucking him?” Yep, he’d apparently filled in the missing pieces correctly.
“Oh, don’t sound so disappointed. You were there, too, damn it.”
Well, okay then. That changed things quite a bit. “What was I doing?”
She made a disbelieving sound. “Oh, no. Hell, no! Sorry, but you’re getting the short end of the stick on this one. You couldn’t see it for yourself, and I’m damn sure not going to tell you.”
“Was I holding you?” Gideon hooked an arm around her waist and drew her against him, noting she resisted for only a moment before her body melted against his. Jesus, her body fit so perfectly against his. Her full breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples poking into his flesh like sharp darts of sheer temptation even through the material of his shirt she still wore. His cock was rigid between them, throbbing madly enough he wondered if she could feel it pulsing against her belly.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Kahil was holding me.”
Gideon felt a pang of disappointment at that. Surely she hadn’t fantasized about him merely standing by and watching while Kahil fucked her. Then a different possibility occurred to him that had him lifting a brow. “Was I touching you?”
She nodded hesitantly.
Bingo! Gideon wrapped both arms around her, easing one hand up her spine and letting the other hand slide down to palm her ass cheek. Her body arched into his, her lips parting on a soft sigh that sounded of equal parts torment and pleasure. “Where was I touching you?”
She shook her head again.
Gideon pulled his upper body back as he slid his hand from her spine to her side and then turned it as he inched it over to cover her breast. The heat of her flesh seared through his palm, nearly hot enough to catch the shirt on fire. “Is this where I was touching you?”
She quivered in his embrace, but didn’t answer. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze and then brushed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, delighting in the way it hardened even more. It became a solid, beaded point at the touch.
He toyed with her nipple for a moment and then released her breast. He fisted his fingers and dragged the backs of them down her abdomen and stomach, opening his fingers again and turning his hand over when he reached her pussy.
“Or is this where I was touching you?” he asked huskily.
Her eyes still closed, head fell back on her shoulders once more, but it was a soft moan rather than a growl that escaped her lips this time.
Gideon palmed her pussy through the material of the shirt and absorbed the heat of her feminine flesh. Needing to touch her, dying to feel her, he bunched the shirt in his hand and pulled it up until he could dip his hand beneath it. He marveled at the discovery that her cunt was cleanly shaven and silky smooth. Apparently, though Nikolas McLeod had been keeping her prisoner for more than two weeks, he’d taken care of his captive.
The idea of Nikolas, or any of his followers, taking care of her set Gideon’s blood boiling. He tempered the anger, wanting to ask her what had been done to her in the time she’d spent in the terrorist’s company, but not wishing to ruin the moment.
“Yes.” The whispered word sounded wrenched from her, as if she hadn’t wanted to say it, but had unwillingly allowed it to escape.
Gideon slipped a finger between her folds, finding her drenched, scorching, and ready. “Did I just touch you with my hand or something else, too?”
She swallowed visibly, drawing his attention to the slender column of her throat. He dipped his head and licked her sweet flesh, starting at her jaw and traveling down her neck, following the vein that pulsed in a wild, rapid staccato beneath his tongue.
“Something else, too.”
Gideon used his free hand to pull the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. It surprised him that she didn’t resist. He flattened that hand on the small of her back, holding her steady as he slowly sank in front of her.
“Was it my mouth, Calista?” He dragged his tongue down her chest, pausing at her breast to lick her nipple into his mouth.
She whimpered. “Yes.”
Smiling to himself, he closed his lips around the beaded point and flicked his tongue over the tip before moving on down her abdomen.
She made a sound of part protest and part plea as he continued to lick her flesh, painting a path with his tongue down her flat belly to the edge of her pussy. “Gideon, please. No.”He would’ve stopped at that. It would’ve damn near killed him to let go of this woman right now when he’d barely gotten the sweetest sample of her delicious flesh and his taste buds were screaming for more, but he would’ve stopped. Meant for him or not, he wouldn’t force her. The hand she fisted in his hair and the way she used that hold to keep his head from withdrawing from her pussy made him continue despite her words.