Free Shadow of Temptation (Asylums for Magical Threats #2.5) by Jessie Donovan Page B

over, and inside her.
    Jorge had taken control of her mouth again, making her breathless with his strokes and nips, but somehow she managed to break the kiss. Between pants, she managed to whisper, “Take off your shirt.”
    She barely had a chance to blink before his shirt was tossed to the floor. She raised a hand to his chest and ran her fingers over his smooth, hard muscles. He grabbed her hand. She looked up and her heart skipped a beat. She saw something she hadn’t seen since his return to Merida—mischief in his eyes and a playful smile on his face. Just as she’d thought, he wasn’t a total lost cause.
    He squeezed her hand against his chest and his voice was husky when he said, “I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.”
    He stared down at her still covered breast, released her hand, and tugged her bra down. He flicked her nipple before he ran his hands over her breasts and around her sides. “Arch up for me, baby.”
    She did, and he unhooked her bra with slow, deliberate movements. Each brush of his warm fingers on her skin sent wetness between her thighs.
    But she was impatient. Due to the nature of her work, it’d been years since she’d had sex, and Sabrina was done with waiting.
    She was about to push his hands aside and unhook her bra herself when he finally yanked her bra free and tossed it aside. She reached for him again, but Jorge shook his head and stared at her bared breasts. She’d never been shy about her body, but right now, with his hot gaze on her skin, she flushed.
    His eyes took a devilish glint and he cupped the side of her breasts with his hands as he started to rub his thumb across her nipples. Each rough pass against her throbbing skin made her wetter. She whispered, “Jorge, please.”
    He released her right breast and traced a finger down her ribcage to the waistband of her shorts. “I want to rip these off and fuck you, but I don’t have any protection. Do you?”
    Shit. She shook her head. “No, I haven’t needed to worry about that for a long time.” He smiled at her remark and she narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling? I want to be naked and sweaty from sex, and now that’s not going to happen. With who knows how many people on the lookout for you, it’s not like you can run to the drugstore.”
    He unbuttoned her shorts and slowly unzipped them. “I’m smiling because I’ve fantasized a long time about making you come with my tongue.”
    Suddenly all she could think about was Jorge’s head between her thighs, licking and suckling her to orgasm. “Oh.”
    He grinned and she stopped breathing for a second. She reached up and laid a hand on his arm. She wanted to tell him how good it was to see him smile, but she was afraid that mentioning it would bring his past back into the bed and kill the mood. Instead, she said, “Stop teasing me and prove you can do it.”
    His grin faded into something much hotter. “For that, I’m going to take my time and lick oh so slowly until you’re so frustrated you’ll be begging me to finish.”
    His words sent a rush of wetness straight between her legs, and her clit was pulsing in anticipation. But she wasn’t going to surrender that easily. She opened her mouth to reply when someone knocked on the door.
    What the hell? Had someone actually found them?
    Sabrina’s training kicked into action the same time as Jorge’s. She sat up as he moved to the side of the bed and took out two guns from the nightstand. He placed one on the bed next to her and his voice was low when he said, “Put your shirt on and cover me.”
    Sabrina nodded and grabbed her shirt from the floor. Jorge went to the door as she tossed the shirt over her head. She picked up the gun, clicked off the safety, and took position to where she had a clear line of sight to the door but could still dive for cover if she needed it.
    She nodded and Jorge turned the lock. She could see the chain still latched across the door, which would give them a few extra