Allison Brennan - Fatal Secrets

He couldn’t imagine being anywhere in the world but right here, right now.

Sonia held Dean’s gaze, her face inches from his. She was practically shaking from restraining herself. She’d wanted him since the moment he’d walked into her house. At first, she thought it was her need to unwind, release the tension of the day, but when he looked at her-when he reached out and touched her-something had shifted inside. She didn’t want this to end. She wanted to know Dean. Intimately. Not only tonight, but tomorrow. As long as it took to rid her mind and body of this wanton desire for this man. Outside of her family, she’d never felt like she knew anyone well enough to make them part of her life. But in just a few short days, Sonia could anticipate Dean’s thoughts and ideas, she craved his deep voice in her ear; she admired his logical approach to his job; the way he listened to everyone but always stood by his decision. He was a man of deep thought and decisive action, and there was nothing sexier than a man who knew what he wanted and went after it.

The way Dean was looking at her right now told her he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Their lips touched.

Her breath hitched as soon as his mouth met hers. This was no sweet kiss; her hands were in his hair, holding his head to hers, her mouth opening to draw in his tongue. Urgent. Needful. The kiss wasn’t enough, she wanted more, she needed all of him now. And by the way his lap danced beneath her, only her jeans and his slacks kept the heat between them from combusting. That he wanted all of her just as much spurred her forward.

Her hands couldn’t touch anything but his head from this position, which was no good at all. Not when this incredible man had a long, lean, rock-hard body that begged to be caressed. She sat up, not taking her mouth from his, her hands never stopping. Touching his hair, his ears, his face rough with a day’s growth of beard.

Sonia straddled him and impatiently unbuttoned his tailored shirt. Dean dressed his ripped body well, and she loved the smooth, rich feel of the Egyptian cotton. But she wanted what was underneath far more than she wanted to play with the fine material. She pulled the shirttails from his slacks, then shoved the sleeves down his arms. He was trapped beneath her and she savored the playful restraint. His scent was intoxicating, and she buried her face in his neck and breathed deeply.

She kissed his throat, ran her tongue up his neck until she reached his lips. He claimed her lips. His arms fought with the sleeves of his shirt, but she held him down, returning the kiss with as much intensity as he gave her, then pulled away, licking his strong, square jawline, all the way to his ear. She drew in his lobe and Dean couldn’t restrain the guttural groan she felt deep in his chest, felt it in his lap as he pressed hard against her. He fought again to pull his arms from his sleeves, the friction of his struggle sending shivers up and down her spine. There was no turning back now; nor did she want to. From the moment she had set eyes on him, she’d felt this deep and startling connection; maybe at that moment her subconscious knew this was their fate.

His right hand pulled free and he wrapped it around her waist, holding her tightly against him as his mouth did the same thing to her as she’d done to him. His breath was warm against her flushed neck, but he didn’t stop there. He pulled his left arm free and with one fluid movement had her T-shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind her. She pulled his face to her breasts and he licked everywhere her flesh was exposed. Licking and suckling and kissing until her mouth was dry and her body wet. With one hand he unhooked her bra and she shook herself free. She pushed her hands beneath his undershirt and massaged his deltoids, relishing his hard, fit body. Damn, but she loved a man who took care of himself, who kept his muscles finely tuned.

“Oh, God, Sonia.” Dean’s fingers skimmed over her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until her chest heaved and perspiration clung to every inch of her flesh. Then his mouth claimed one breast and suddenly she couldn’t move, she couldn’t think, as Dean focused all his attention on that one part of her body. An involuntary gasp escaped her throat, and the sound urged him on. He switched his mouth to the other breast, while his hands grabbed her ass and squeezed. The dual attention had Sonia on the edge, ready to go over. She fought with his buckle. There was a time to go slow and savor every new sensation, but she didn’t want slow and easy; she wanted fast and hard. And she wanted it now.

Dean could have spent an hour on Sonia’s incredible, responsive breasts, but as soon as her hands unzipped his pants and reached inside, grasping him firmly, he groaned and pulled back, willing himself to stay in control and not let loose like a frat boy. Staying in control with a woman like Sonia in his lap was not easy. Hell, it was damned impossible.

She pulled his wallet from the back of his pants and handed it to him. “Tell me you’re prepared.”

He would have laughed if she didn’t look so damn serious, her skin flushed, her rapid breathing making her chest heave erotically. “I was a Boy Scout.” His voice was rougher, deeper than usual. “Go ahead.”

She opened his billfold and frowned as she checked the few slots. Then she smiled like a siren when behind his driver’s license she found one foil package.

She stood up and he thought she wanted to go to the bedroom, but when he tried to stand she pushed him back down. “Stay right where you are.”

She pulled his pants off him, her hands never stopping. Her body practically vibrated with electricity. She stepped out of her jeans and lacy panties and sheathed him herself, her fingers playing while at work. He grunted, then pulled her mouth to his and kissed her long and hard. Over and over, bringing in her tongue, and giving her his. She responded in kind, straddled him, and with one deep thrust pushed herself onto his cock with a high-pitched gasp from her lips as she sat on him.

Dean watched Sonia’s flushed face, her hair damp, one side tucked behind an ear, the rest loose and wild, making her look both sexy and wholesome at the same time.

In this position, he couldn’t control their lovemaking; he wanted to show her how much he cared, how much he craved spending hours getting to know every inch of her. But Sonia wanted him now, impatient and passionate, and after only a moment of stillness that seemed foreign for her, she started moving her hips up and down, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest, and Dean lost all conscious thought as he grabbed her hips and held on.

Sonia was a passionate woman in everything she did, but Dean took her beyond passion into deep lust, a need so great that she didn’t want to let him go. She moved fast and deep, feeling him inside and outside of her, his hands firmly holding her hips, pushing her down on him, as they developed a rhythm that promised a quick, powerful release. The heat inside her boiled over, and she clenched her muscles to prolong it, in contrast to her hips, which moved faster, pushed harder.

“Sonia,” Dean whispered roughly.

She opened her eyes and he kissed her hard, then held her on his lap and thrust his hips upward, his body pressed hard against her most sensitive spot as he adjusted their position just slightly. His whole body stiffened beneath her; her back arched as she lost control, her orgasm developing a mind of its own and shocking her with its intensity. She cried out, and Dean pulled her to him as they rode out the waves until they completely subsided.

She collapsed, panting, parched, and completely satiated. Dean kissed her neck, her hair, her face, her lips. He entwined her hands in his and squeezed them.