Free Code Name Desire by Laura Kitchell

think. She wanted simply to feel – pleasure, joy,
connection. Anything but the loneliness and distrust that had
consumed her life since her recruitment into the agency. She bent
her knees and hugged her inner thighs to his hips, urging him
closer.
    He trailed lips and tongue along a searing
path up her abdomen. At her breasts, he kissed one then moved to
the other and proceeded to manipulate the nipple into aching
hardness. Jaeda encouraged him with massaging fingers on his
shoulders. His readiness rested against her, but he didn’t hurry.
On the contrary, his leisurely pace ensured her a rapid plunge into
yearning insanity. Increasing her massage didn’t help.
    “Please,” she begged. Only he could relieve
the pressure in her loins.
    Moving to her other breast and employing his
teeth on the straining nipple, he caressed a hand down her stomach
then eased a finger into her slick folds. She sighed. She rolled
her hips and arched. Although it didn’t meet her ultimate desire,
he provided some alleviation.
    He stroked her cleft and abandoned her
breast. Hovering above her, he stared into her eyes a long moment.
In his gaze, he bared his soul – his determination and a glimmer of
insecurity. Did he doubt his ability to pleasure her? A miserable
sadness washed over her. His generosity astounded her. He was real,
and strong, and from what she could tell, faithful to everyone dear
to him.
    She inserted her fingers into his hair and
drew his lips to hers while swallowing a sob. How could she spend
four hours on target and not catch one wicked glint? One iota of
body language to indicate he hid something? One sign of illegal or
dubious activity? Granted, they'd had merely one evening, and
perhaps he showed her his best face, but she began to wonder if the
agency had made a mistake.
    Tomorrow, in the light of day, maybe she
would renew her watchful stance and wait for him to show his true
self. For tonight, however, she would trust him. She would bare her
soul as he had, and give him everything within her.
    Anticipation tightened in her womb. His
finger no longer assuaged her need. She wanted him inside her. With
his tongue in her mouth, she closed her lips around it and gently
sucked. At the same time, she reached between them and grasped his
jutting staff. He stiffened – in a good way.
    “Now, Teague. I can’t wait.”
    “Thank God,” he breathed in her ear, sweeping
his cheek against hers. Leaning across her, he reached into his
nightstand drawer then reared up and tore open an aluminum condom
pack with his teeth.
    Jaeda took it from him and rolled the
protection over his steely erection. With her entire body on edge
with need, she felt like she would come out of her skin if she
didn’t have him inside her immediately.
    She fitted his tip to her opening, and he
took it from there. Bracing his palms on the mattress, he entered
her in short strokes. She would have melted with relief if not for
his size. As he inched forward, he stretched her, and she had to
concentrate on relaxing her muscles to allow him entry. One final
thrust had him filling her completely.
    “Are you okay?” he whispered.
    “More than okay.” She wrapped her legs over
his back and crossed her ankles. “Make me scream.”
    “Your wish is my command, milady.” Teague
withdrew to his tip then thrust hard.
    He went so deep she practically felt him in
her throat. Jaeda cried out and threw her arms around him. Clinging
to him, she concentrated on the building tide within her as he
found his beat. His rhythm became hers, and she rocked her hips to
meet his thrusts.
    Never once did he close his eyes, and never
once did she look away. She let him see her pleasure, her
susceptibility, her reliance on him to help her reach fulfillment.
His features grew pained and the skin stretched tightly across his
cheekbones as his thrusts turned urgent. The urgency communicated a
straining tension within her, and she began to ride the wave to
climax.
    Each stroke