Free Hit: A Thriller (The Codename: Chandler) by J.A. Konrath, Jack Kilborn, Ann Voss Peterson

as sex drives went, mine had always been strong, but I was still surprised at my visceral reaction. I often felt the need for sex after completing an op. But sex in the middle of an op, at least sex with a man I really wanted to sleep with, was a bit more unusual. Whether it was the adrenaline or the man that had me this turned on was hard to say, but Heath was right.
    I was on fire.
    This time when I kissed him, I took him in my hands. He was already hard, and I reveled in the size of him, the weight. I pushed him backward until he hit the bed. Letting out a laugh, he sat on the mattress.
    I sank to my knees, edged between his legs, and captured him with my mouth. Taking him deep into my throat, I moved my tongue down the underside of his shaft then slowly pulled back until I was flicking at the tip. All the while, I watched him, looking directly into his eyes, showing him how much I wanted him.
    I knew many women disliked giving head, but I loved it. There was nothing more exciting, more empowering, than looking into a man’s eyes and knowing I had complete control. That for as long as I wanted, he was not only my plaything but my willing slave. The power rush was a turn on with normal men.
    With Heath it made me feel invincible.
    I circled him with tongue and lips then devoured him again. The third time, I brought my hand to him, stroking him, fondling his balls. I took an ice cube from the bucket and slipped it into my mouth, then took him as well, working the cold around him, over him, and then warming him again with my mouth. I arched my back and slipped him between my breasts, moving up and down his length, the tip of him emerging only to sink back down.
    His eyes looked glazed, the muscles of his jaw slack. He let out a moan, a muffled querida , and several nasty curses in Spanish.
    He grasped my shoulders, lifted me up onto his lap, and fitted my body over his. I sank down onto him, more than wet, more than ready, and as I took in his full length, an orgasm seized my muscles and shuddered through me.
    But I didn’t stop. He wouldn’t let me.
    He thrust up into me as I plunged down onto him. As the first orgasm subsided, another built. Sweat slicked my skin and stung the corners of my eyes. My breasts bounced with our movement, and he nipped and licked one nipple then the other.
    I could feel his muscles tense, feel him start to shake, to shudder, then he grabbed hold of me and buried his face in my chest.
    I clung to him, held him, shaking as hard as he was. Then our breathing slowed, and I could feel him relax inside me.
    For long time he was still, and I wondered if he’d finally succumbed to the flunitrazepam. I kissed his forehead. “Heath?”
    “Just regaining my strength. You took it out of me.” He rolled over and laid me on the bed, my head on the pillows. Stretching length to length, he kissed me deep and slow. He littered kisses down my neck and over my chest. “You have bewitched me, no? I need to taste all of you, querida , see all, so I can remember.”
    Taste and see? Sure. Remember? Not so much.
    He kissed me again, and then pushed himself up from the bed. Picking up my glass from the nightstand, he handed it to me, grabbed the bottle for himself, and took a chug.
    I settled for a sip. Heath should be feeling his roofie cocktail pretty strongly by now, and I needed to keep my mind sharp, not clouded with alcohol. I hadn’t eaten since the appetizer in Chicago, and I could already feel my first drink sending a warm shimmer through my muscles.
    Or maybe that was Heath’s still-hungry stare.
    “Open, bonita . I want to see you.”
    I spread my legs for him, cold air rushing over heated skin.
    For a long time, he just stood there, exploring me as intimately with his gaze as he had with fingers and tongue and cock.
    I had a great body, if you didn’t count the many scars I’d earned over the years, and I liked the feeling of showing it off to men. But somehow this was different, hotter, more