Carried Away (2010) by Cerise Deland Read Free Book Online Page B

a lamb. Sheesh. He sucked her clit for a long minute, making her mewl. Dont spread that around, will you, babe? He rubbed his lips over her nub, inspiring her to put a hand to her pussy. Never. Darling, you have got to stop or Im going to demand you make love to me again. He nudged her fingers away, thumbed her more widely open and lavished his tongue on her cunt. I need this, Coco. Need you. I have to make sure you realize whos in bed with you. She put a hand to his cheek. I know whos making love to me! I knew a few minutes ago. A few years ago. 45 Cerise DeLand Really? He slid up beside her. She stared up at him and after the glorious lovemaking theyd just shared, she saw an inquiry, an objectivity in his features that astonished her. This was more than the jealousy shed seen when shed retrieved the condoms. This was deeper. She had to reassure him. I havent been with anyone since you. Why not? Her mouth parted at the wild hurt on his face. Oh, sweetie. I didnt want anyone but you. Hard to believe, dont you think? Since youre the one who left me. Truths, Coco. He needs big bad truths. In his narrow silver gaze and in his tense body, she saw how raw his wound was. The gaping pain of how shed hurt him. She glanced around the room. Swung a leg out of bed. Stood and kneaded her hands. Walked to the window, naked in the moonlight. I had to leave you that morning in Washington. I couldnt get on that plane to Fiji with you. So you just let me wait at the gate at Dulles? I had to. Why not tell me before I went there? Call me and let me know? I hung around for ten hours, looking at every leggy blonde who came along, hoping it might be you. Why not tell me face to face? In her career, she had braved a lot of things. Riots, bombs, crazed extremists. Still, she was too chicken to witness the look on his countenance when she told him the truth. She stared at the moon instead. I had a job to do. And I was called the night before you and I were to leave on vacation to complete it. The assignment was one Id taken on well before you and I ever met. So it was work, he concluded in a sudden and remarkably even tone. You couldnt just tell me you had work to do? She shook her head. No. 46 Carried Away Why not? She whirled to face him then. Because no one knows about the work I do! No one ever does. He digested that for a silent moment. In the silken light, she could see the feral heat of his gaze. How can that be? You are a freelance photographer. You work on assignments for media. Thats what I used to do full-time. Now its my cover. He got to his feet and in three strides, had her around the waist, her breasts and belly and pussy warmed by the encompassing comfort of his big, hard body. With two thumbs lifting her jaw, he stared down into her eyes and with heartache in his voice, he asked, Whats your real job, baby? 47 Cerise DeLand Chapter Five I work for the CIA. Her words gutted him. Ever since he saw the suit, hed worried. Hed worked the odds. Hed known the answer. Oh, maybe she wasnt connected to the Agency. Perhaps Secret Service, protecting the president or the currency. Could have been the United Nations, anti-terrorist op. Or NSA. Deepest of deep black organizations. Since when? he asked her, wrapping her as close as he could get her without breaking eye contact. More than three years ago. After I started to win awards for my pictures. He pressed her head to his chest and she came so willingly, so gratefully, he thought she might crawl inside his skin and stay there. Okay by him. You knew who I was, what I did for a living. Hell, I was with the FBI back then! She sniffed, a haughty sound of joy amid the seriousness of her revelation. An Agency op was going to reveal to a Bureau man who she was? And spoil the competition? He hugged her. Babe, you know what I mean. You could have told me. Saved us both a lot of heartache. She looked up at him again, shaking her head. Wed known each other four months. I knew you were ... safe for me to