She regarded him with distrust. “Why?”
“Don’t you know?”
She lifted her chin. “I have no intention of sleeping with you.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “What changed between dinner and now?”
“What makes you think anything changed?”
“Come on, Maya. I know I turned you on. Earlier, you were quite willing to ask.” His smile was demonic. “Maybe even to beg. Why the sudden animosity?”
His eyes had turned wary. She’d better be careful, or Tim would sniff a rat.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Then sit.”
“No sex?”
“No sex.”
Since this wasn’t going to involve the actual act of fornication, she may as well play his game. She sat down grudgingly.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs.”
The command had heat pool in her belly. She contemplated the instruction. Nothing good could come of this. If she gave in, would Tim hold power over her, or would she have a better hold on him? The more she rationalized why she shouldn’t do as he demanded, the more her traitorous body begged for his touch. If she appeased him, it would be because it was in the best interest of getting her job done, but even as the thought developed, she recognized the justification for what it was. All the while, he watched her, the determined set of his jaw telling her he wouldn’t accept defiance. She didn’t like his lies or his criminal business, but this was purely physical. Nothing more. It couldn’t hurt to give in. Just this once.
Darren snickered somewhere in the back of her mind, but she did exactly what Darren had always told her not to do. She spread her legs for Tim. When she did, her desire was pushed higher by the lust that shone in his eyes. They widened a fraction, and a muscle ticked underneath his eye.
“You’re beautiful, Maya.” Tim crouched between her legs. “I knew you’d be shaved, just how I like it.” He drew a finger through her folds while he fixed his attention on her face. “Is this where it aches?”
An involuntary whimper fell from her lips.
“You like this?” He repeated the pattern, running the tip of his finger up and down her slit.
She shuddered.
“You do.” He kept moving his finger, too slow, too light, while he seemed to be searching her reaction for the effect of his touch.
“If you like that, you’re going to love this.” Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside, stretching her with hot surprise.
She cried out and arched into him. Instead of moving, he kept still. It was sweet torture. Her inner muscles contracted around his fingers, begging for more.
His voice was hoarse. “You feel so good inside. I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock.”
She gasped. She loved his dirty talk, but she could give as well as take. “I can’t wait to wrap my tongue around that big cock and suck you until you beg me to let you fuck my pussy.”
His pupils dilated. A vein pulsed in his neck. “You’re everything I hoped for and much, much more.”
He withdrew his fingers almost completely and then rewarded her with a hard thrust. Her head fell back from the intensity of the pleasure. He knew exactly what she wanted.
His breaths had turned into pants, like her own. His voice was strained when he said, “Hold onto the chair, baby girl.”
She grabbed onto the edges of the chair, her knuckles turning white from the grip as Tim demanded her pleasure with sure, strong strokes. Instinctively, she knew he wouldn’t stop until she delivered, until she gave him the orgasm he asked of her.
All other thoughts deserted her mind when his fingers stroked a sensitive spot that had her clenching her knees. His hand came down on her thigh, stinging just enough to draw her back to him.
“Open for me,” he said, his voice gruff.
She obeyed, and he cooed his approval. “Good girl.”
Only the pleasure and the magnetic pull of his gaze existed. He stared into her eyes as if he wanted to read her ecstasy. The more she moaned and whimpered, the more his face contorted with a wildness that mirrored her pleasure.
He groaned. “I want to taste you so badly. I want to lick that honey because it’s all for me.”
“Yes.”
“Not yet. I’m going to save that treat.”
Nearing the edge of surrender, her muscles contracted again, gripping his fingers in an intimate caress. Her heavy breathing filled the room. Hot air from Tim’s mouth fell over her face. Their lips almost touched, but he didn’t kiss her. In the same instant that he pulled back to look at her once more, he pushed the pad of his thumb down on her clit and moved it in a circular pattern. It was enough to send her flying. She broke for him with a soft cry, a dam wall giving in to the pressure of the water.
“Maya.” He pressed her to him with his hand on her back, keeping his fingers inside her, making her ride the wave of pleasure to the end. “You came for me.”
Soft kisses fell on her eyes, nose, and cheek, and only then did he extract his fingers, tracing them over her belly, between her breasts, and up her neck, until he pushed past her lips.
She licked them clean, slow and deliberate. Abruptly, he withdrew his hand and straightened.
She ached to taste him too, to bring him the sweet release he had given her, but when her fingers went to the button of his jeans, his hand covered hers to still it.
She looked up at him. “Don’t you want me to—”
“Don’t say it.” He closed his eyes. “Or I’ll fuck your mouth, and you’re not ready.”
Confusion took over. “Ready for—?”
Bending down, he planted a tender kiss right between her legs. Then he surprised her by gripping her hair in his fist, jerking her head back and kissing her lips with a force that demonstrated just how dominant he could be.
“Good night, beautiful Maya. Sweet dreams.” He released her.
Without as much as a backward glance, he walked from her room and over the bridge. The front door opened and closed, and a few seconds later she heard the engine of the buggy start up and fade into the distance.
She blew out a shaky breath. She’d never lost control before, not like that. What was for sure was her vibrator needed a serious workout. This state of neediness was new to her, and she didn’t like it one bit. Turning into putty in her enemy’s arms definitely counted as a weakness in her books. She was never weak. For once, Darren’s voice was quiet.
Not taking a minute to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, she got up. She had to call Joss with the new information, but first, she had to retrieve her backpack and clothes. It was tempting to keep Tim’s shirt on, but she removed it and draped it over the chair to get dressed in her own stretch top and pants.
She ventured outside to collect her things. When she got back to her house, the red dot on her watch showed that Tim was back at his condo. A strange sense of loss washed over her. She shook her head. She never got lonely. She wasn’t the type.
Banning all further thoughts from her mind, she deactivated the tracker. She took out the tablet and sent an encrypted message to Joss, who would relay it to Cain. It was late, but he needed to know that a shipment was leaving in a week, that Ilano was responsible for killing Cain’s spy, and that the weapons came from Mexico and were headed for Mozambique. It looked like Ilano got the weapons from Mexico, and used Tim to smuggle it out of Costa Rica to Mozambique.