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  He was giving her a chance to change her mind, to put a stop to this before things went too far. If she did, this would end right here and he’d likely never bring it up again. But for the life of her, she didn’t want it to end here. She wanted it to end somewhere else. Preferably in bed. Although the kitchen counter was fine, too. She pictured him sweeping everything off the granite with one arm, then lifting her up on it and taking her right there. Heat pooled between her thighs.

  It would be off-the-charts amazing.

  “I couldn’t be more okay with it.”

  She wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. This time, there was no hesitation on Landon’s part. His mouth was hot and demanding on hers, his tongue almost desperate. He tasted just as delicious as she remembered. Maybe more. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding him tightly and plunging her tongue into his mouth. She could get drunk on him.

  He slid one hand in her hair, kissing his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck, making her moan. She could feel his cock pulsing against her through both their jeans. Her pussy clenched in response.

  She wasn’t sure which of them started it, but their clothes came off at the same time, her undressing him while he undressed her, jeans and underwear hitting the floor one after another until they were both finally naked.

  She ran her hands over his shoulders, then down his muscular chest and six-pack abs. The one taste she’d had of his body in Venezuela hadn’t been nearly enough. To be able to touch him like this again after hours spent fantasizing was pure heaven, and she murmured her appreciation against his mouth as she traced every chiseled inch. He was absolutely perfect.

  Landon touched her everywhere, his hands palming her breasts and teasing her nipples for one long, delicious moment before sliding down to cup her throbbing sex. His finger dipped into her moist pussy just long enough to fan the flames even hotter than they already were before sliding back out. His roaming hands found every one of her most sensitive erogenous zones and lingered there before moving on to ones she didn’t even know she had. What he was doing gave new meaning to the words hot and bothered. She thought she might actually spontaneously combust.

  “God, Ivy. You’re driving me crazy.” He dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged. “Where’s the bedroom?”

  She clung to him, her knees like Jell-O. “At the end of the hall.”

  He closed his mouth over hers again in a fierce, possessive kiss, then he swung her up in his arms and strode down the hall. Ivy was so spellbound by Landon she didn’t even realize they were in her room until he set her down in the middle of the bed.

  She barely had time to catch her breath before he bent to kiss his way down her body. His mouth was molten on her skin, setting her on fire everywhere he touched. She gasped as he stopped to take one of her nipples in his mouth and suckle greedily on it. He swirled his tongue around the tip, playfully letting it slide out of his mouth before capturing it again. He repeated the move until she was on the verge of going insane. Then he moved to the other nipple and did it again. By the time he kissed his way down her stomach then to the juncture of her thighs, she was practically dizzy. She needed this so bad.

  Landon cupped her ass in both hands and buried his face in her pussy like a starving man. She arched against him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in both hands as he lapped hungrily at her clit. She’d had guys go down on her before, but none of them had been this talented with their tongue. Landon knew exactly what to do to make her come and wasn’t shy about doing it. He slid the tip of his tongue up one wet fold to linger on her clit, making lazy circles around it. Then, just when she felt herself start to build toward orgasm, he pulled his tongue away to tease her folds again. She’d never been with a man so patient when it came to oral sex.

  But Landon continued tormenting her until she was writhing on the bed. And then, when he had her right on the edge, he slid a finger in her pussy and fucked her with it. The combination of his soft tongue and firm thrusting set her off like a rocket. She arched off the bed, letting out a long, low moan that echoed off the walls.

  When she came back down, Landon was grinning up at her from between her legs.

  “So, you really do purr.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then climbed up beside her. “I’ve been wondering about that.”

  She blushed, suddenly self-conscious of the animal sounds she might make. She bit her lip and turned her face away, but he cupped her chin and gently turned her face back to his. He leaned forward and covered her mouth with a consuming kiss. By the time he was done, she could barely remember what it was that had made her embarrassed in the first place.

  “Don’t you dare try to rein yourself in.” Landon’s voice was husky in the near darkness. “I think those purrs and growls are sexy as hell.”

  His erection pulsed against her thigh, heavy with need, and she knew he wasn’t just saying that stuff to make her feel better. She turned him on as much as he did her. She reached down to wrap her hand around his thick cock. He sucked in a sharp breath.

  Then swore.

  She jerked her hand away. Had her claws come out? Had she hurt him? “What is it?”

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  She almost laughed. That she could deal with. “Not a problem. I have some. I just hope they aren’t expired.” She opened the bedside drawer and took one out, then handed it to him with a sheepish look. “It’s been a while since I’ve slept with anyone.”

  He looked at her in surprise. “Me too. I’ve been on four back-to-back deployments. What’s your excuse?”

  She gave him a wry smile. “It sort of kills the mood if I have to concentrate on keeping the shifter inside.”

  Landon caressed her cheek. “I said you don’t have to hide any of that from me, remember?”

  “I know.” She reached up to cover his hand with hers and kissed him hard on the mouth, trying to communicate how important his trust was. “You have no way of knowing what that means to me.”

  “Why don’t you show me what it means.” Letting out his own sexy growl, he rolled them both over on the big bed until she was lying beneath him. Capturing her wrists in one hand, he pinned them to the pillow above her head. “Just be careful with these claws of yours if you don’t want me to tie you up.”

  Ivy purred. On purpose this time. “That might be kind of fun.”

  The glint in Landon’s eye as he rolled on the condom told her he thought so, too.

  Bracing himself on his forearms, Landon rubbed his shaft up and down her slit, teasing her with the head. He wasn’t even inside her and it was already amazing. She might just pass out when he slid in.

  She didn’t, but when he finally entered her, it was close. If she thought she’d been in heaven before, that was nothing compared to this. Landon was hot and hard inside her, his cock touching her in places she never knew existed until now. How was it possible to fit together with anyone so perfectly?

  She didn’t know the answer to that. And right then, she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was enjoy how good he felt inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, lifted her hips to meet his, and pulled him in deep as he slowly started to thrust.

  “Harder,” she demanded. She wasn’t in the mood for slow and gentle. She wanted urgent and animalistic.

  Landon’s mouth closed over hers as he pumped into her hard and fast. She felt her body tighten and knew with all her heart that the approaching orgasm was going to be the best she’d ever had.

  But then Landon flipped over, taking her with him. She wasn’t sure how he did it so smoothly. One minute she was underneath him, and the next, she was on top, his cock buried deep inside her. While she liked this new position just as much as the first, the move had slowed down her climax, and she growled in frustration.

  “Ride me,” he commanded.

  Her
growl dissolved into a throaty sigh at that. She eagerly obeyed, placing her hands on his chest and slowly moving up and down on him.

  “Damn, that feels amazing,” he breathed.

  Yes, it did. She could already feel her orgasm building again.

  Landon grasped her ass in both hands, urging her to go faster. She rotated her hips more, clenching her pussy around him every time she came down. She rode him hard, wanting him to love it as much as she did.

  “That’s it,” he urged hoarsely.

  She leaned forward, grabbing his shoulders as she picked up the pace. His thrusts matched hers, and her pussy quivered around him.

  She cried out as her climax surged through her and kept going. Somewhere in the throes of passion—possibly between orgasm number three and number four—she thought she dug her claws into Landon’s back, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t care. Because he didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she had permission to enjoy sex. And she was going to enjoy it. In every way possible.

  “You know.” Landon’s voice was a deep rumble beneath her as they lay there panting afterward. “If we’re going to get that rough every time, you might want to invest in some Kevlar sheets.”

  She lifted her head to see him surveying the bed—and the damage her claws had done. Her five-hundred-thread-count sheets were ruined.

  “Yikes.”

  He chuckled and pulled her back into his arms. “Forget about it. It just means we had a good time.”

  She smiled, tracing her finger over the Special Forces tattoo on his chest. “We did, didn’t we?” She paused on the sword between the crossed arrows. “You don’t regret it, do you?”

  “Regret the best night of my life? No way.” He put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Do you?”

  “Of course not.” She bent to kiss him, opened her mouth to say something, then kissed him some more before finally coming up for air again. “You know we’re going to have to be careful, right? That rule the DCO has about partners not dating is stupid, but if anyone finds out, we’re done.”

  A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Necking in the hallway between training classes is out then?”

  She made a face. “Landon, I’m serious.”

  “I know. So am I.” He reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “No one is going to find out, Ivy. We work for the Department of Covert Ops, remember? We’re good at being covert.”

  She laughed. She loved the way his mind worked. “Good point.”

  He pulled her on top of him. “Then enough about someone finding out and let’s see if we can go for round two. Only this time I think I will tie you up.”

  ***

  “I thought cats didn’t like water,” Landon said.

  Ivy grinned at him from beneath the spray pouring down from the showerhead. “Well, this is one cat who has no problem getting wet.”

  She said things like that to purposely turn him on, didn’t she? Not that it took much with her naked and wet and standing there looking like she was just begging to be fucked. His cock snapped to full attention.

  He pulled her into his arms, then reached down with one hand and slipped a finger deep in her pussy. “So I noticed.”

  He muffled her gasp with a kiss, urging her back against the wall. He wasn’t sure how many times they’d had sex last night, but he already wanted her again. And that was after making love less than an hour ago when they’d woken up around noon. It was crazy what she did to him.

  He slid his hands down to cup her ass, all set to lift her up so he could bury himself in her wetness, but before he could Ivy dropped to her knees in front of him.

  He liked where this was going.

  Ivy placed her hands on his thighs, then leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue up his shaft from base to tip before swirling it around the head. He sucked in a breath. The feel of the water pouring over him combined with the warmth of her mouth to become one mind-blowing experience.

  She looked up at him, her eyes iridescent green. That was sexy.

  “Good?” she asked.

  He chuckled. “Better than good. Don’t stop.”

  She let out a soft purr. “I’m just getting started.”

  She bent to take him in her mouth again, but when she wrapped her lips around him this time, she moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head until he felt himself finally slide down her throat.

  He let out a low groan. If she took him any deeper, he was going to lose it for sure. But she backed off before the sensation became too intense, and pressed gentle kisses to the head of his cock instead. Then, once he calmed down, she deep-throated him again, this time massaging his balls.

  She established an intoxicating rhythm, sometimes licking only the head, sometimes taking him so far down her throat he thought he would explode. Then she’d do it all over again.

  Oh, shit. If she kept this up, he wasn’t going to last long enough to make it to her pussy. Which he wanted to do.

  Landon slid his hand in her wet hair, urging her to her feet before she could deep-throat him again.

  She gave him a hurt look. “Hey! I wasn’t done.”

  He groaned. “I know, but much more of what you just did and I would be.”

  She grinned. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

  “Normally I wouldn’t, either, but there’s something special I want to do in this shower.”

  Turning her around so that her back was to him, he reached around to slide his hand down her stomach into the downy curls between her legs. He found her clit and fingered it gently. Ivy rotated her hips in time with the movement, rubbing her ass against his erection. If he thought his cock was hard before, that was nothing compared to how it felt now. Ivy’s ass had that power.

  “Bend over,” he ordered hoarsely.

  She did as he told her, spreading her legs and placing her hands against the wall, giving him not only a tremendous view of her heart-shaped ass, but the pink folds of her perfect pussy, too. He wasn’t sure he could even keep it together long enough to take her the way he intended. But he was sure going to try.

  Grabbing her hips in both hands, he plunged into her in one thrust. She was so tight and wet he thought for sure he was going to detonate on the spot. He squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to move. Maybe if he took it nice and slow? He gave it a try but could only last a minute like this. Maybe two.

  But then Ivy shoved back against him. That was his undoing.

  He tightened his hold and pounded into her so hard he almost lifted her off the floor. The sound of his hips slapping her ass echoed around them like an erotic soundtrack, but the noise was quickly drowned out by Ivy’s screams of pleasure.

  He opened his eyes to watch her come. He loved watching her orgasm. Her face was pressed against the tiled wall, her hands spread wide to either side. She had her claws extended and was digging into the porcelain tiles like a kitty on catnip. He knew from last night that was a sure sign she was coming—and coming hard.

  The knowledge that she was climaxing was all he needed to finally let go, too. Pulling her back against him, he buried his cock in her heat. His orgasm surged through him, making his legs so weak he was sure he was going to collapse to the floor of the tub.

  Breathing ragged, he braced one hand on the wall and leaned forward to bury his face in the curve of Ivy’s neck. He wasn’t sure he could move after that. Or whether he even wanted to. But one of them was going to have to turn off the water sooner or later. They’d run the apartment complex dry if they didn’t.

  “The pizza guy’s here.”

  Landon frowned but didn’t lift his head. “What?”

  “The pizza guy. Remember we ordered it before we came in to take a shower? He just rang the doorbell again.”

  He knew she had stellar hearing, but damn. How could she
concentrate enough to hear that?

  Landon reluctantly straightened up. Calling for pizza had seemed like a good idea when they’d rolled out of bed and had both been starving. But now that the delivery guy was at the door, he suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore. Not with Ivy looking at him like she was ready for round two. When he tried to kiss her, though, she gave him a playful shove.

  “Answer the door.” She picked up the bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into her hand. “I promise I’ll let you wash my back if you do.”

  Landon groaned at the mental picture of Ivy lathering herself up, white suds running down her perfect body. Dragging his gaze away from her, he quickly dried off, then went into the bedroom and grabbed his jeans. The doorbell rang again as he pulled them on.

  “Keep your damn shirt on. I’m coming.”

  The faster he got rid of the pizza delivery guy, the faster he could get back to Ivy. He knew he had a stupid grin on his face, but he didn’t care and opened the door.

  And found himself face to face with Buchanan.

  Shit.

  The shifter was the last person Landon needed finding him at Ivy’s. Even someone as thick as Buchanan could put two and two together and come up with the obvious.

  Buchanan stared at him, his eyes narrowing at Landon’s damp hair, bare chest, and telltale lack of shoes. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but Ivy offered to let me use her washing machine since the one in my apartment building is broken.”

  Damn, that was a good lie. At least he thought it was until Buchanan leaned close and sniffed.

  What the fuck…?

  Buchanan’s nostrils flared, his eyes going from dark brown to gleaming yellow. He advanced on Landon with a snarl. “You slept with her, you bastard.”

  Shit.

  He hated backing up, but he needed to put some space between him and Wolverine before Buchanan went crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t—”