Free Reckless Heat: A Hostile Operations Team Prequel by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

of her, suck her nipples and taste her pussy, before I thrust my cock into her body.
    Sitting up is becoming more uncomfortable as my dick grows harder and my jeans don’t stretch to provide more room.
    “Evie, honey,” I say, and she opens her eyes, gazes down at me. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I’m glad to see that. She’s trembling, but it isn’t with fear.
    “Don’t stop, Matt. Please don’t stop.”
    “I’m not going to. But we need to move to the backseat, baby. I need room for all the things I want to do to you.”

Chapter Eighteen
    EVIE
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    I ’m out of my depth, floating on a sea of sensation and desire, not knowing what’s coming next but wanting it so much. No one ever put his mouth on my breasts before. I had no idea it could feel so thrilling, so amazing. It’s as if there’s a direct line between my nipples and the little button of pleasure between my legs. Every lick of Matt’s tongue makes that button tingle and tighten—and makes me ache so much I don’t think anything can ever soothe me.
    I climb into the backseat as Matt told me to do, and then he’s there, hovering over me, lifting his shirt over his head and dropping it. He goes for the buckle of my belt, loosening it. Then he unzips my jeans and drags them down my hips.
    The leather is cool on my naked butt, but it doesn’t soothe the flame inside me. Matt takes off my sandals and pulls my jeans the rest of the way off.
    It hits me that I’m totally naked now, lying beneath him and ready to fly apart with the lightest of touches. Of course I know what an orgasm is. I’ve had plenty of them on my own. I’ve touched myself at night, usually thinking about Matt, and then I come in the quiet stillness of my own bed.
    I’m always slightly ashamed and slightly lonely afterward. Ashamed because I feel this compulsion to do it and lonely because it’s just me in the end. There’s nothing shameful about feeling good, and I know it. But I guess I want more. I want to have orgasms with someone.
    With Matt.
    He kneels above me now, looking down at my body so intensely that I have an urge to cover myself. What if he finds me lacking? What if my body is not as nice as Jeanine’s? Is he regretting this and trying to decide how to tell me we need to stop?
    My heart hammers in my throat and I start to sit up, but Matt bends over me and captures my lips, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I sigh. He isn’t stopping.
    When he breaks the kiss and moves down my throat, I pant with anticipation. His mouth fastens over one of my nipples again, and his hand slides down my belly, down into the curls of my sex. When he skims his fingers into my wetness, I’m simultaneously embarrassed and so turned on I think I might scream.
    I want everything and I want it now . I’m scared and not scared. I know it’s supposed to hurt the first time, but I know that isn’t supposed to last very long. I understand what happens during sex. It’s not a giant mystery, other than how it feels . That I can only imagine.
    But if it feels like this feels right now, I think it’s going to be pretty amazing.
    Matt takes his time on my nipples, sucking and licking and driving me insane. When his mouth glides down my body, his tongue caressing the planes of my belly, I shudder with sharp anticipation.
    Will he? Will he really?
    The thought excites me so much it hurts—and yes, it embarrasses me too. What if he doesn’t like it? What if it’s awful? What if I smell or taste bad?
    “Wait, Matt—” I gasp as his tongue rolls along the line where my pubic hair starts.
    He looks up at me, his eyes intense and hot. “Are you scared, Evie?”
    “Yes… I mean, I want you to do that, but what if…?”
    He laughs softly and opens me with his fingers. “Baby, trust me, I’ll like it.”
    “I’ve never… I mean, I know you can do this and still be a virgin, but I’ve never… No one has ever…”
    God, I can’t even talk. I’m hot, and more than half