Page 82 of Perfect Vengeance

The backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Without touching her anywhere else, Jack began kissing her neck.

“If you really want to see where I live,” he said, his deep rumbly words like a warm, gossamer caress on her skin, “I’ll take you there.”

Her body trembled with need she could barely contain. “Okay.” If he didn’t put his hands on her soon, she’d scream.

“Not right this second.” He backed away. “Take off your pants.”

“Why don’t you take them off?” she teased, really, really wanting his big hands all over her.

Slowly, he shook his head. “I’m calling the shots.”

“Ooh, bossy tonight, aren’t we, Special Agent Gates?”

He grinned wickedly. “I keep telling you. It’s an FBI thing.”

She could totally buy into this change of plans. Game on, big guy. She kicked off her shoes, then unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Bent over as she was, Gina knew he was getting an eyeful of her breasts. She tugged off her jeans and socks, tossing them aside.

As he took in her tiny matching black panties, his mouth parted and he took a deep shuddering breath. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

His appreciative words went straight to her core, lighting up every feminine part of her body that wanted him deep inside her.

He swallowed, his nostrils flaring wider. “Touch your breasts.”

She did as he ordered, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through the lacy fabric. A ripple of lust zinged from her head to her toes. Not from her hands on her body. From watching him while she did it.

The thick bulge behind the zipper of his pants told her how turned on he was. His eyes had gone smoky gray, backlit with so much lust and desire she could practically feel it on her skin, stroking and licking every square inch.

“Take off your bra.” His voice was gravelly, commanding.

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the rug. Cool air washed over her nipples, making them pucker and tighten.

He swallowed. “Now your panties.”

A thrill ran through her, and she did as he ordered.

“I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” he said. “Do it now.”

Parting her legs a few inches, she ran her middle finger between her pussy lips, finding her plump, throbbing clit. She was wet and totally turned on.

“Push your finger inside.” His eyes were glued to her hand. “Pinch your nipple.”

Yes, sir. She pushed her middle finger deep inside her wet folds, undulating her hips and pinching one of her nipples. She let her head fall back, gasping as waves of pleasure converged in her core. He was absolutely right. No red room needed. No whips, chains, or handcuffs. She was on the verge of coming, and he hadn’t even touched her.

She took shallow breaths, plunging her finger faster, rocking harder against her hand.

“Stop!” His voice was tight. “Get on the bed.”

Yessiree. She sat on the bed and started scooting back when he clasped her ankles, kneeling on the floor as he tugged her hips to the edge of the mattress and draped her legs over his shoulders.

He fastened his mouth on her wet folds, sucking, biting, nibbling until she writhed and moaned, gripping the duvet in clenched hands. He drove her to the brink of a sexual precipice so intense she nearly screamed. When he pushed two fingers inside her and began pumping to the rhythm of his tongue sucking on her clit, she gasped at the powerful spasms rocketing to her core.

“Jack, I’m going to come!” She arched her back and cried out as the orgasm blasted through her. He fastened his mouth tighter, drawing out the near-painful ecstasy and making her body jerk from wave after wave of pleasure.

Her mind went completely blank. The pounding she heard and felt was her pulse roaring in her ears and her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She could barely draw in a breath. That uneven, raspy sound was her own pathetic effort at breathing.

They should write books about the orgasm Jack had just given her. Sexy, erotic, no-holds-barred, tell-all books with diagrams and instructions, because that orgasm had been world class.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Jack’s lips tipped up in a smug, satisfied grin. The man definitely took pride in his work, and she wasn’t just referring to his abilities as an agent. With the same appreciation he’d shown her while she’d stripped out of her clothes, she watched him do the same as he peeled off his shirt and jeans, taking in his powerful shoulders and thickly muscled chest and arms.