Hot Shot (A Hostile Operations Team Novel)(#5) (25 page)

“Don’t go.”

She swallowed. “I think I should.”
 

He turned her hand over and pressed a kiss into her palm. “I take my life one day at a time because every day could be the last when I’m out in the field. But today I want to be with you.”

Tears pressed against the backs of her eyelids. She wanted to ask him about tomorrow, but she was afraid of the answer.

He stood and cupped her jaw in his broad hands, forcing her to look at him. “I don’t know that I can give you what you need, but I want to try. I want to be there for you and Eli.”

Her stomach fluttered like it was filled with a thousand tiny butterflies. He hadn’t said he forgave her, but maybe he was getting closer. Maybe, one day, he would. “We want that too. Very much.”
 

“I wish I could have been there when you had him. That was a lot to go through on your own.”

She swallowed. “I didn’t know whose baby he was then.”

“I know… but I still wish I’d been there. You shouldn’t have been alone.”

She searched his gaze. “I wish you had, too.”

He pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, a sweet kiss—and yet she couldn’t help the little tendril of excitement that unfurled within her. She put her hands on the waistband of his jeans, tugged his shirt out, and let her palms flatten against his hard belly.
 

“Gina,” he groaned. “Don’t.”

“But I want to be with you. I
have
to be with you.”

His eyes were hot as he pushed her back. “You sure about that? It’s not what you asked for a few hours ago.”

“I know. But you gave me what I wanted when I asked for it. Now I want something else.”

She pushed his shirt up until she could press her mouth to the corrugated muscles of his abdomen, then ran her tongue over those ridges, loving the way he shuddered beneath her.
 

He slipped his hands into her hair, his fingers tightening. “Gina. God.”

“I love the way you feel. The way you taste. I want to make you come.” She thought he might insist on being noble, but he grabbed her hand and hauled her toward the bedroom.
 

“Don’t want our kid walking into the room for that.”

He pushed the door most of the way closed behind them, and her heart squeezed at that little bit of thoughtfulness for their child. Eli usually slept the night away, but if he woke up, he’d come looking for her and she didn’t want him to find a closed door. She wasn’t worried he’d walk in on them in here since he’d call for her the whole way if he woke up.
 

The room was still dark, but their eyes adjusted until it wasn’t so dark after all. The light from the television flickered into the room. Jack took his gun out and put it on top of the high dresser near the bed. “Guess I’m going to need trigger locks in the future,” he said, and her heart melted that he was thinking of a future with them.

Gina grabbed his shirt again and lifted it over his head. He tried to kiss her, but she ducked out of his grip and went down on her knees, tugging at his belt and zipper until she got his jeans open and pushed them down his hips.

“I want to be inside you,” he growled.

She thrust her hands into his underwear and gripped him. He was hot and hard, and he gasped as she squeezed lightly. “I want this first.”

“I’m not coming that way, Gina.”

She laughed softly. “You’re the strangest man. I thought most men loved blow jobs.”

“It’s not that I don’t love it…”

Whatever else he might have said was cut off when she freed him and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. He was salty and musky, and she ran her tongue over him again, tasting the bitterness of his pre-cum on her tongue. And then she slipped him into her mouth and listened to him groan.

His hands went to the back of her head, but he didn’t force her to take more of him than she could. She wanted to hear him groan her name and gasp as he lost control. Her body throbbed with need, her pussy tingling as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

She wrapped a hand around the base of him. He was big enough to fill her hand and still leave plenty of room for her to take as much of him as she was able before her gag reflex kicked in. She moaned as she pumped her hand up and down in time with her mouth. She’d never done this to him. They were together once on the island and once on her plane, and this was the first time she’d had the opportunity.

She could feel the pressure gathering inside him, feel the tightening of his balls as she cupped them with her other hand. His hips jerked as he moved with her—and then he stepped away from her, gently removing her hand from his cock as he did so.
 

“Not this time,” he said, lifting her up and stripping her top over her head. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers softly pinching her nipples. They were already spiky and so sensitive.

She reached for his cock again, held him in both hands and pumped slowly while he played with her breasts.

“You like that,” he said when she gasped as sensation streaked down into her toes.

“You already know I do.”

He pushed her yoga pants down until she stepped out of them. She thought he would tell her to get on the bed, but instead he turned her and bent her over until her torso lay on the silky sheets. Her ass was in the air, and he bent and pressed a hot kiss into the small of her back. And then he licked a trail to one of her cheeks, nibbling and kissing it before moving on to the other.

The sensation was already exquisite, but then he took it over the edge when his fingers slipped between her legs and found her clit.

“So wet,” he whispered against her back. “So hot.”

He pinched her clit the same way he’d pinched her nipples, and Gina cried out softly. If it felt good on her nipples, the feeling was magnified a thousandfold here.

Jack straightened then and she felt the head of his cock pressing into her, opening her wet folds wider and wider as he invaded her body. But, oh, what a good invasion.

An amazing, wonderful invasion. When he was fully inside her, he bent over her and kissed her shoulder. He didn’t move immediately, and she loved him even more in that moment. He was taking care of her, making sure she could handle him. He didn’t just shove his way in and pump mindlessly until he came. He made sure she was primed, as if she were a virgin instead of a woman who’d been sucking him off only minutes before.

“I love the way you feel wrapped around me,” he said. “It’s good with you, Gina. So fucking good.”

He began to move then. It was slow and intense at first, and then her body relaxed and he took it a little faster, a little harder. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her steady—and then he slipped a finger beneath her, found her clit, and started stroking it in rhythm to his thrusts.

Gina arched her back and held on, gripping fistfuls of the sheets as he pounded into her. The pressure inside her body grew tighter and tighter, like someone had wound a toy almost to the breaking point. When he let her go, she would fly.

But Jack wasn’t ready to let that happen just yet. He changed the tempo, moved his fingers away from her clit and down to where they joined together. Gina cooled, but only marginally. The spiral ride she’d been on had nearly been to the top but suddenly began floating back to the bottom again.

Before she reached it, he pulled out of her and turned her over. They fell to the bed together, face-to-face, and he took her mouth passionately. She ran her hands over the damp skin of his back, his arms. He kissed her hard, stoking her passions higher, making her desperate for him.

And then he hooked both arms behind her knees and spread her wide open. When he plunged into her this time, she was ready. There was no gentle stroking this time, no teasing. They were both fully aroused and in need of hard, good sex.

Their bodies slapped together, their groans twining, their sweat mingling. Jack pushed her legs even wider—and that’s when her body caught fire. His cock found that bundle of nerves deep inside her at the same time the angle worked the nerves in her clit.

Gina came hard, her entire world dissolving into nothing but voices and breaths and sensations. She knew she screamed. She knew she sobbed his name. Her breath shortened until she had to remind herself to breathe.

Jack lifted her a little bit higher—and then he ground his hips into her, his body jerking as he shot deep inside her. His neck was arched, his head thrown back, his eyes tightly closed as he spilled everything he had. When it was over, he let her legs go and braced himself above her, resting on his elbows.
 

He lowered his head to kiss her, and she lifted up to meet him as if he were her only source of oxygen. He kissed her slowly, leisurely, his body still hard deep inside her. He flexed his hips and she moaned, still so sensitive.

His mouth trailed to her throat, her ear. “You do things to me, baby. Amazing things. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

Gina couldn’t help the small smile that curled her lips. “Then we need to repeat the experience. See if it’s true.”

“Fuck, yes.”
 

She ran her fingers over his jaw, threaded them into his hair. She loved the feel of him, the scent of his skin, the way he dominated her body in a totally delicious way. Her chest ached with everything she felt for him. She wanted to tell him she loved him, the same as she’d told him on the yacht, but she didn’t want there to be any awkwardness.

And she feared there would be. She would say the words, her heart on the line, and he would kiss her without responding. Then he would encourage the fire between them until they lost themselves in it. She would enjoy the sex, but she would know, deep inside, that he didn’t feel the same as she did, and it would affect things between them.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” she whispered against his cheek.

He rocked into her then, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning at the way he filled her. She wouldn’t have thought it possible considering how drained they’d both been, but he took her to the edge much quicker than she thought he could, driving her across the bed with hard thrusts until she saw stars behind her eyes.

She gripped him tight, her legs wrapped around his back, his hand beneath her ass, lifting her to him as he made her body sing. And then he crashed over the edge with her, groaning long and hard, her name a broken sound as he poured himself into her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

JACK TOOK A SHOWER and slipped back into the same clothes he’d worn yesterday. He hadn’t expected to stay, so he hadn’t brought anything else with him. His body ached, but mostly in a good way. His leg still throbbed, and he certainly hadn’t done it any favors when he’d made love to Gina over and over.

But, God, she made him feel good. And she terrified him too. Because there was something about the way he felt when he was buried inside her that was more familiar than he liked to admit. He’d only ever felt this way with one other woman, and even that was different from how he felt with Gina.

Because Gina and Hayley weren’t the same, and he wasn’t going to feel quite the same. But did this mean he actually loved Gina?
 

He didn’t know. He
liked
her, definitely. Maybe more than liked her. But love?

He thought about Hayley and all the time they’d spent together. They’d had years, even if they’d only been married a short time. She’d been such a good person… and she would have loved Gina. He knew it in his bones. Yeah, she’d loved the music—but she would have really liked the person. Evie, Georgie, Olivia, and Lucky liked Gina. She could have been an entitled bitch to them, but she hadn’t been. She was warm and friendly and approachable. Even a little bit awkward, maybe.

It made her endearing, and he thought Hayley would have approved of his being with her.
 

When he went out into the living room, Gina was there with Eli, and his heart just kind of stuttered for a moment before it started pounding a little bit harder than before. Eli was eating cereal and watching television, and Gina was on her phone, picking at a plate of eggs and arguing with someone.

There was another tray with a silver lid and he knew she’d ordered him breakfast. He could hardly credit that he was at the fucking Ritz. Or that the woman sitting across the room was more than just someone he’d had sex with last night. He cared about her, he knew he did.
 

She looked up and realized he was there. “Barry, I have to go.” Barry must have argued again because she rolled her eyes. “No, I have to. … We’ll talk later. … Yes, of course. … Love you too.”

She set the phone down and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He limped over and sat on the couch beside her. “So Barry’s up to his usual tricks, huh?”

He was glad the man hadn’t been involved in the kidnapping because it would have killed Gina. HOT had investigated him thoroughly, and he’d definitely not been the one to send the letters. Probably they weren’t connected to the kidnapping at all and were just the random work of an obsessed stalker. She’d had a few of those over the last few years.

She laughed. “He’s planning on world domination, as usual.”