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“Such a beautiful shade of pink,” he murmured. “You don’t know how it feels when my cock is inside you, feeling those tight muscles of your cunt clutched around me, knowing I’m filling every inch of you. Feeling those muscles spasm when you begin to come.”

“Fill me now,” she begged. “Please. I want you inside me, Gabe.”

“Not until I’ve had enough of tasting you.” He plunged his tongue into her waiting pussy, rasping it against the slick walls.

Holding her open with his thumbs, his long fingers still pushing down on her hips, he drove his tongue in and out of her hungry cunt. Despite the earlier orgasms she’d had and the small one he’d given her in the shower with his fingers—“Just to tease you,” he said grinning—her body came to attention at once under his ministrations.

Tiny shudders raced through her, muscles convulsing, the pulsebeat in her pussy growing stronger with each thrust of his tongue.

His hands shifted slightly and Rachel bent her knees and planted her feet flat on the bed, giving him greater access to her opening. In a moment his fingers had captured her clit, brushing it, teasing it, sending hot flames shooting through her.

He was relentless in his attention to every part of her cunt, licking, nipping, sucking and then thrusting his tongue hard inside again. The orgasm was building inside her, clamoring to be released but Gabe artfully held her on the edge for so long she finally screamed, “Please. Please, please, please.”

He raised his head. “Look at me, Rachel.”

She opened her eyes to see his face slick with her juices. “Please,” she begged again.

“Please what? Tell me what you want. Say it.”

Her body was strung as taut as a bow with the need for her release. She clenched her fists and fought to get the words out. “Please let me come.”

“All right. Come now, Rachel.”

He dipped his head down again, pinched her clit and shoved his tongue back into her vagina. She convulsed at once, the climax griping her like a giant claw and shaking her until she thought her bones would snap. He rode the wave with her, never letting up until the last spasm, the final aftershock had died away.

Rachel lay there gasping for breath, her body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, her heart beating triple time, banging against her ribs. Eventually her fists unclenched, her breathing evened out and she lay pliant, completely wrung out.

Gabe crawled up her body and pressed his mouth to hers, his lips still slick with her liquid. She tasted herself, licking his lips clean.

“See how good you taste?” he grinned. “Better every time.”

She was too spent to do anything but smile at him. She lay there quietly, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction, when she felt Gabe move again, shifting his position. Now he was paying careful attention to her breasts, kneading them, pulling at the nipples until they were dark and swollen.

As always she wished her figure didn’t have so many flaws, although Gabe didn’t seem to mind that her hips were a little too wide, her tummy rounded, her buttocks a little too full. Or that her thighs just a little too fleshy. She considered herself plump but when she tried to disparage herself he got angry with her, telling her a man loved a lush figure like hers. It gave a man something soft to sink into, he argued, not some skinny body all angles and bones. He must be telling the truth, she thought, because he returned again and again and spent every moment they were together exploring her naked body in ways she’d never imagined before they met.

He bent his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking on it. She reached up her fingers and threaded them through the silky strands of his still-damp, jet black hair, arching her body up to him. His thick cock jutted from its nest of curls, the head of it kissing her tummy, brushing against her sensitized skin with the sway of his body.

When he pulled back from her, the nipple popping from his mouth, she felt the loss of contact. But in the next moment he moved to straddle her, his hands pushing her breasts together, his cock resting in the cleft he created.

“I’m going to fuck your breasts,” he told her. “Reach your hand down between my legs and cup my balls. Let me feel those soft little fingers on me.”

She slipped her hand between them until she reached the heavy sac, cupping it in her palm and manipulating it with her fingers. Gabe sucked in his breath and briefly closed his eyes.

“Jesus, Rachel. Your touch makes me ready to go off like a skyrocket.”

“Shall I stop?” she asked, teasingly but she knew the answer.

“No, damn it. You know better.”

She would have come back with some smart remark except he began to move his hips back and forth, his hard shaft rubbing against the inner swell of her breasts. The sight was so arousing she felt her pussy quiver in response and moisture drip out onto her thighs. She was fascinated at the sight of the thick cock moving back and forth, its broad, flared head now a dark purple, a tiny bead of moisture sitting perfectly on the slit.

She shifted the hand holding his sac, pressing lightly with her fingertips, feeling his testicles inside hard and swollen. She’d been sure there was nothing else they could do that would drive her to a higher plane of pleasure but this…this was so erotic she was sure she could climax just watching him.

Back and forth he moved, his cock flexing, his inner thighs rubbing against her skin, his breathing unsteady. When she raised her eyes to his she saw such lust in them she had to squeeze her thighs together against the pounding pulse in her cunt. Her gaze flicked over his upper body as he rode her breasts, awed as always by the hard plane of sculpted muscle, curious and worried about the scars, some old, some new.

In seconds he increased his pace and she stared, mesmerized by the ever swelling size of his shaft, feeling her own climax once again building inside her. He pushed her breasts together harder, tightening them around his arousal. When his fingers tightened on her and he stiffened she knew he was nearing his release. In another moment he was there, semen spurting from him onto her skin, guttural sounds escaping his throat. She felt her own release pulsing in her pussy and more moisture seeping out to coat her skin.

When his cock lay spent at last, the head resting just below the hollow of her throat, Gabe released a ragged breath, gathered some of his semen on his fingertips and spread it over her breasts. He painted her nipples with it, then raised his fingers to her mouth and dabbed it on her lips.

Rachel ran her tongue over the moisture, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of him. He’d come in her mouth many times before this, his thick semen spurting down her throat, his essence filling her. But this seemed somehow more intimate, more personal. When she looked into Gabe’s eyes she saw a blaze of possession that had never been there before. Did that mean things were changing somehow?

He bent forward to kiss her, tasting himself on his mouth, his hands threading through the thick strands of her hair.

“Rachel, I—“

But whatever he was about to say was cut short by the ringing of the cell phone he’d placed on her nightstand. The out of place sound jolted her from the erotic fog wrapping itself around her.

Gabe’s eyes suddenly turned opaque, his jaw tightened and he reached for the offending instrument.

Damn it to hell anyway.
Now
the damn phone had to ring? He’d asked for—no,
begged
for—forty-eight hours. The two-year-old mission had become more and more intense and his rare visits with this woman were the only things that kept him sane.

Strange, when he’d been doing this work for so long and all he’d ever needed before was a warm body and a dark room. But he was aware that he and Rachel had been dancing around the edges of this relationship, or whatever the hell it was, for far too long. It was time to break his own rules, tell her what he could and ask her to be part of his life.

Not that he had that much to offer. In the give and take between them, the give would be mostly on her part. And it would mean a lot of lonely weeks and months. But he’d finally realized that she’d made a permanent place for herself in what passed for his heart. Others in his situation were able to do this, because they’d found extraordinary women. Well, as far as he was concerned, Rachel surpassed them all. He was convinced she could handle it. If, that is, she felt the way he was sure she did. A big step yet one he finally felt comfortable taking.

But now it seemed he wasn’t going to have the time he needed to put things right.

Maybe not any time at all.

Shit, shit, shit.

He flipped open the phone. “This better be goddamn good,” he growled.

“Get out of there now,” the voice on the other end told him.

“Now?” Gabe gritted his teeth. “I may have a little complication here trying to do that.”

“You’ll have more than a complication if you don’t get moving,” the voice told him.

“You’ve been compromised. Your cover’s been blown, they tracked your location and you’ve got five minutes to get yourself out of there. Transportation’s waiting one street over.”

The line went dead.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Gabe snapped the phone shut.

“What is it?” Rachel asked, a tiny thread of fear in her voice.

“We have to get out of here. Now.” Gabe was off the bed in seconds, throwing on his shirt and pants, gathering the rest of his clothes. “Get dressed,” he snapped at Rachel as he grabbed the gun and cell phone he’d brought in and set on the nightstand.

He took only a second to check the gun’s clip and rack the slide. “Move. Now.”

Rachel opened her mouth as if to ask him something, then snapped it shut and leaped up from the bed. He blessed her willingness to trust him, though god knows he hadn’t given her much reason to. But she dug out jeans and a shirt, grabbed her purse and a pair of athletic shoes and silently followed Gabe through her house and out the back door.

“Should I have turned off the lights?” was the only thing she asked as he tugged her across her yard.

“No. They need to think we’re still there.”

“Who?” She was panting as she tried to keep pace with him. “Who needs to think we’re there? Who are you talking about?”

But he’d stopped answering questions, concentrating only on escape. He dragged her through the hedge separating her yard from her neighbor’s, crouching low as he ran until they reached the street behind her house. A black SUV idled at the curb. He yanked the rear door open and literally pushed her inside before leaping into the front passenger seat.

“Go, go, go,” he told the driver.

“Slowly,” the man in the driver’s seat told him. “We don’t need to attract attention by laying down rubber.”

“How the hell did this happen?” Gabe demanded. “Who blew the whistle? I thought we were totally secure.”

“That’s what the boss wants to know.”

“Where are we going? A safe house?”

The man nodded. “Sort of. One I think even you don’t know about.”

* * * * *

Rachel had been too terrified to say a word from the moment Gabe pushed her into the SUV until they reached their destination. She had never seen Gabe as cold and hard as he was right now. In the backseat of the SUV she managed to pull on her shoes and tie the laces, then make sure her clothing looked at least semi-presentable. Thankful that she’d taken a second to dump the contents of last night’s dainty purse into her big one, she dug out a scrunchee and a brush and did the best she could to pull her hair into a ponytail.

She wondered what the driver thought when they’d come flying onto the street, Gabe with his shirt still unbuttoned and his jacket and shoes in his hands. Gabe’s scent was still all over her. Him too, she thought. Certainly the driver couldn’t miss the aroma of sex. Wherever they ended up she hoped she got to take a shower.

Gabe and the driver conversed in low tones and Gabe made two very brief phone calls. Then he shifted in his seat and turned to look at her.

“Rachel? You okay?”

Okay? He wanted to know if she was
okay
? She had to swallow the hysterical laughter that bubbled up.

“I’m fine,” she managed. “I always run out of my house half naked in the middle of the night.”

He reached back for her hand and squeezed it. “I’m sorry about this. I’ll explain whatever I can when we get where we’re going. Just hang with me, can you?”

What could she say? It wasn’t as if she had a choice.

“All right.”

She tried to orient herself to the direction in which they were driving but they made so many twists and turns, backtracks and side trips, that she stopped trying. Finally they were on the Interstate, leaving the city behind but when they exited she still had no idea where they were except on a narrow road somewhere outside the city in a heavily wooded area. This wasn’t an area she was familiar with.

Finally they turned onto a dirt road almost hidden by thick oak trees, bumping along until they came to an iron gate across the road. The driver picked up a radio from the seat and spoke into it and the gate slid open. Then they were in a small clearing in front of a two-story log cabin that blended into the surroundings. Rachel noticed another clearing to the side and wondered what it was for.

Gabe was out of the SUV and opening the door for her in seconds, holding out his hand.

“We’re here.” His voice was gentler than she expected under the circumstances.

When she put her hand in his he squeezed it again and unexpectedly leaned forward to brush his lips against her forehead. “Thanks for being who you are,” he whispered, making her heart skip and a warm feeling spread through her, despite the obviously dangerous situation they were in.

The door to the cabin opened and a tall, somewhat heavyset man stood outlined by the light behind him. He shook hands with Gabe and nodded at Rachel.

“Did you explain anything to her?” he asked Gabe.

Gabe shook his head. “I figured I’d leave that up to you. She’s smart and savvy, which puts her a cut above most women in this situation. I assumed you meant me to bring her with me. Besides, I don’t plan to let her out of my sight. It’s my fault she’s in danger and I won’t leave her unprotected.”