“I want you to fuck me.”

He dragged his palm between her breasts, down her rib cage, letting it rest above her panties. “Relax, Jess. I am going to fuck you tonight, and nothing is going to stop that now.”

She caught her breath at the sensual promise in his voice, the commanding way he’d taken charge. Diaz was a man on a mission, all right. She was his mission now.

Pulling his gaze from her face, he reached for her panties and dragged them over her hips, down her legs, discarded them onto the floor along with the rest of her clothes. Still on his knees, he undid his pants and drew the zipper down, revealing that dark line of hair leading to his cock. As he pulled his jeans aside she saw his cockhead, swollen and pressed tight against his belly. She licked her lips, swallowed, watched as he eased off the bed to shuck his boots and pants until he was naked, too. His cock sprang out, thick and pointing at her. All hers.

She was dizzy with anticipation, had awaited this moment for so long. She was almost afraid to move, to speak, to do anything that might cause him to stop, to change his mind. Especially since he seemed so content on taking control, on touching her body. She really liked the way he touched her, this almost reverent caressing of every inch of her skin.

“Soft,” he murmured as he smoothed his hands over her thighs, spreading her legs, circling her skin with his thumb. He drew closer to her pussy, caressing her, teasing her by drawing near, then moving away. Her nerve endings were on fire waiting for his touch there, her clit swollen and throbbing. And the way he looked at her . . . his jaw set tight, his gaze devouring her as if he wanted to eat her alive.

She saw the hunger there, reflecting what she felt inside. She shuddered a ragged breath, leaned up, reaching for him, needing his mouth. He met her halfway, his lips brushing hers in an achingly tender kiss that was all too brief but filled with passionate promise. He pushed her back down onto the bed, held her there with his palm pressed to her belly, then laid between her thighs, cupping her buttocks to raise her sex to his mouth.

The visual was erotic, his mouth wavering temptingly close to her pussy. He looked at her and dipped, licked along each side, the heat of his tongue sending a wildfire of sensation along her nerve endings. Diaz covered her sex with his mouth, his tongue like liquid velvet along her clit, then pressing and dipping into her pussy to lap up her cream. His tongue was everywhere, licking upward to tease her clit, flick and play with the piercing, and slide back down around her pussy lips again.

She felt everything, including his fingers as he tucked one, then two inside her, pumping with a slow, steady rhythm as she’d done to herself earlier. This was so much better. His fingers were bigger, hotter, filling her, stretching her, making her long for his cock inside her. He hummed against her clit, licked her with relentless strokes until she came up off the bed, shooting into a blinding orgasm. Her pussy gripped his fingers as she spiraled out of control, trembling as the waves of her orgasm crashed over and over. He held on to her, pumping into her, then slowing, withdrawing. He climbed up her body, pausing to lick his fingers before sliding them into her mouth.

“Taste.”

She sucked his fingers, watched his eyes darken as she did. He replaced his fingers with his hungry mouth, ravaging her with a demanding kiss that left her panting.

He pushed off the bed, grabbed the foil packet from the pocket of his jeans and tore it open, slid the condom on, and nudged her legs apart. When he pressed down on top of her he grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her head to the side. Did he have any idea how much it aroused her to feel the tight grip of his hand in her hair, to sense his primal need to possess her? She couldn’t even explain it to herself, other than it excited her beyond the ability to think coherently.

He took a long, slow lick of her neck at the same time he slid his other hand between their bodies and cupped her sex, rocking his palm over her clit until she saw sparks. She shivered at the drugging sensuality of his every movement, one part caveman, the other part sensitive lover. She never knew what to expect from Diaz, in or out of bed. Maybe that’s what she found so compelling about him.

“Tell me you’re sure,” he whispered against her ear. “Are you ready for this?”

“Yes.” She avoided saying “please,” but she was damn close to saying it if he didn’t get to it and soon.

He moved his hands, sliding them underneath to cup her butt, tilt her up.

“Look at me, Jessie.”

He let go of her hair to free her head so she could turn it and meet his gaze. His eyes were so raw and intense.

“Just you and me, Jess. This is for us and for no other reason, you understand?”

TEN

HE WASN’T DOING THIS FOR THE MISSION. HE WANTED HER. JESSIE lost focus through the tears that welled. She threaded her fingers through his hair, nodded. “Yes. Just for us, Diaz.”

She felt the hot tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then the slow, sweet slide as he pushed through. He was so much bigger than any vibrator she’d ever used. He took his time, entering her with gentle ease, letting her grow accustomed to his thickness. Then he pushed and was in her, and her pussy gripped him. The most intense contractions she’d ever felt surrounded his cock, swelled inside her as he began to move, withdrawing and going slowly at first, but as she raised her hips to meet each thrust he plunged harder, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks.

She’d never felt anything like this. He was hot, actual flesh and not an object or machine manufactured to simulate pleasure. He moved, flexed inside her, growing impossibly bigger with every stroke.

He held her so tenderly, one arm wrapped tight underneath her so that not even air separated them. He stroked her neck, her breasts, not once stopping as he continued to rock inside her. He mastered her body with every movement, withdrawing partway only to thrust oh so firmly against her that she felt his touch deeper than she’d felt anything before. He’d dip down, take her mouth in a light brush, then press his lips hard against hers, tangle his tongue with hers, and meld them together in a tight, mesmerizing kiss.

But what really got her, what was so different about this experience, was the eye contact—the intimacy of the way he looked at her. She hadn’t thought about sex this way, that a man like Diaz would make such soul-deep contact with his eyes while he moved inside her. It went beyond a physical joining. She felt it in her heart and it shattered her. She wasn’t prepared for it, and the tears rolled down her eyes.

Diaz stilled. “Am I hurting you?”

She cupped his cheek. “Oh, no. It’s perfect. Too damn perfect. Please, don’t stop.” She couldn’t bear it if he did.

He stared at her for the longest time and she was afraid he would stop, that he’d quit before this magic finished. He swept his hand over her face, bent down to brush his lips against hers. Then he moved again, forward, his pelvis rubbing her clit, and she was close, tightening around him. He clenched his jaw, holding back for her, waiting until she went over the edge. She gripped his arms, wrapped her legs around him, and lifted, wanting him buried deep, as far inside her as he could get.

She pulsed around him, quivered, and when he came down against her this time, she felt the splinters of orgasm driving all the way through her, in every part of her body, curling her toes and tingling her scalp.

“Diaz!” Some part of her realized she dug her nails into his arms, but she couldn’t stop. It was fierce, uncontrollable, having this man inside her when she came, feeling him tighten, draw her close, and let out a loud groan against her as he, too, shattered in orgasm, sent her shuddering into aftershocks nearly as strong as the climax itself.

He took her mouth, kissed her hard, held her tight and rocked against her until the spasms subsided. And even then he didn’t let her go.

She stroked his damp hair, his back, loving the feel and scent of him surrounding her.

So this was what it was like. She’d missed so much holding out for so long, and yet she had no regrets, would have never wanted this experience with anyone but Diaz. Admittedly, he’d surprised her. She really didn’t know what she’d expected from him, but Diaz was street tough. Maybe she’d expected him to be . . . coarse and unrefined in bed. Rough with her. He hadn’t been like that at all. Instead, he’d been gentle, loving, taking time and care, making this not at all about himself, and all about her. He’d made it perfect for her, had cherished her through the process. She’d needed the maturity of her years to truly understand how important this was, what sex really meant beyond just fun and physical release.

Of course it helped that she’d been half in love with Diaz for a few years now, but she shouldn’t think about that. Not now, not when all this was so new, so magical, so perfect.

He rolled off her, stepped into the bathroom for a few seconds, and returned, gathering her close so they faced each other, side by side.

“You okay?” he asked.

She smiled, nodded. She might have even purred a little, unable to help herself.

“You look like a cat who just ate a whole bird.”

She laughed. “Something like that.”

“You’re beautiful when you come.”

Embarrassment colored her face. She shivered at the memory of how it felt to come apart under him. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

“It wasn’t just for you.” He kissed her.

Her stomach fluttered. She’d never tire of the feel of his lips on hers. She rubbed her finger across his bottom lip. So soft, about the only thing on his entire body that wasn’t hard as steel.

“I still appreciate it. I didn’t want my first experience with a man to be in front of a group.”

“You mean initiation.”

“Yes.”

“You still don’t have to do it, Jess. It’s above and beyond what’s necessary for this assignment. I can send you back to headquarters.”

“Why? You’ll have to do it. I’m pretty sure public sex is part of initiation for everyone—male and female.”

His lips curled. “I’ve had sex before. Lots of times.”

She didn’t want to think of those “lots of times,” who he’d been with, who he’d touched and made love to. It made her stomach tighten in uncomfortable ways. Of course he had a past. The man was gorgeous, and a fantastic lover. He probably had a waiting list. She had no rights to him.

But he was here now with her, for as long as it lasted. That would have to be good enough.

“I wanted this assignment, Diaz. I knew going in that the idea was to get into Crush’s gang and what that meant.”

He traced her hip with his fingers. “Do you really know what it means, Jess? Do you understand that biker gang initiations are tough as hell? Fights, public sex? Hell, sometimes there are orgies.”

Jessie knew exactly what would happen. She also had her limits. Even a gang leader would have to understand that. “I’m not fucking anyone but you. The rest of it I can handle.”

DIAZ WAS STUNNED BY JESSIE’S STATEMENT.

He liked the idea of her wanting only him. He liked it more than he should. Because he sure as hell wasn’t sharing her with any other guy. Not for the gang initiation, anyway. The thought of watching her have sex with another man made his blood churn hot, even though he had no right to claim her as his own. He had nothing to offer her.

She really didn’t know him, not enough to have gifted him with as much as she’d done tonight, with as much as she continued to give him. He’d walked away from her countless times, treated her badly, just as he knew he would. And yet she kept coming back for more. All he did was take, when he knew he shouldn’t, when he couldn’t offer her anything. There was no future for them. He’d vowed to never have a relationship with a woman—nothing long lasting, nothing that spelled commitment. Not when he knew where he’d come from. Whose blood was in his veins.