“I think you must be in some sort of shock,” I muttered as I tried fluffing out my hair.
Stuart stood up and came behind me. I sucked in a breath when his hands came to my waist. Leaning in, he whispered into my ear. “Stop fishing for compliments. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not to mention the sexiest.”
“You’re a charmer, Agent Isaacson,” I said breathlessly. “Take me upstairs.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER FOUR
SLIDING ONE OF his arms around my waist, Stuart drew me to his side. We then began making our way to the elevator. When we found ourselves alone in the darkened alcove, Stuart dipped his head and brought his lips to mine. As his tongue delved into my mouth, I moaned. Fuck me, the man was one hell of a kisser. I’m not sure why I was so surprised. Maybe it was because he also seemed like such a stuffed shirt. And speaking of his literal stuffed shirt, the man was packing a rock-hard chest. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his pecs.
At the ding of the elevator arriving, Stuart pulled me flush against him before dragging us onto the car.
“Wait, I think we need to discuss this.”
Grinding myself against his growing erection, I replied, “I’ve got protection if you don’t.”
Stuart snorted. “While I’m not surprised, that’s not what I meant.”
“We’re two consenting adults acting responsibly with protection. What else is there to discuss?”
Stuart placed his hands on my shoulder. “Selah, we really need to talk this through.”
“You are such a buzzkill, Agent Isaacson.” With a frustrated grunt, I rolled away from him to the opposite side of the elevator. After swiping my disheveled hair out of my face, I flicked my wrist at him. “Discuss.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Stuart said, “I think before we do this there should be clear parameters in place for what happens afterwards.”
“Are you always this charmingly tactical when it comes to fucking?”
He glowered at me. “No, smartass, I’m not. It’s just I’m not used to fucking the best friend of my boss’s daughter.”
“Such sweet words,” I teased.
“Dammit, Selah, would you take this seriously?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought after we both came close to being shot today, we weren’t taking anything too seriously and living in the moment.”
The elevator door dinged open, but neither one of us made a move to get off. Stuart exhaled a long breath as the doors closed again. “This isn’t typical one-night stand territory. With me working with the Service and you being with Caroline, it’s inevitable that we’ll see each other again.”
“Apparently, you’ve never had a friends-with-benefits arrangement before, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. I’m either committed, or I’m never seeing you again.”
I threw up my hands. “Enough with the talking. You’re killing both my alcohol and sexual buzz. I’m pretty sure we’re both mature enough to handle this.”
“And what exactly is this?”
“A night of sexual healing and nothing more.”
Stuart seemed to survey my words before bobbing his head. “That works.”
“Of course, I’m sure it’s going to be hard for you to see me again and keep your hands off me.”
He snorted. “I’m sure it will.”
I edged back over to him. “Although I have to say, with your hot bod, it’s going to be agony for me.”
Stuart dipped his head, his mouth hovering over mine. “I’m sure you’ll find the strength to bear it somehow.”
Grabbing both sides of his face, I crushed my lips to his. He tasted of desire and the tequila we’d shared. My hands were everywhere—in his hair, running down his chest and then up his back. With one hand on my breast, Stuart used his free hand to jab the button for our floor again. When the doors dinged open, we practically fell out of them. An older couple eyed us with disdain, but we ignored them and kept right on battling each other’s tongues. We didn’t pull apart until we reached my room. Reluctantly, I peeled myself away to dig my keycard out of my purse. My hands fumbled as I tried getting the keycard in. Finally, I got it unlocked, and Stuart ushered me into the room.
After tossing the keycard to the floor, my fingers went to the buttons on his shirt. In my inebriated state, I couldn’t quite get them unbuttoned fast enough. “Fuck it,” I muttered before gripping seams of the shirt and ripping them apart. The buttons flew off and clattered onto the floor.
Stuart’s eyes widened with amusement. “How the fuck am I going to explain that to my superiors?”
“Tell them you lost it in the line of duty.”
He chuckled. “Sex isn’t part of my job description.”
“It is tonight. Instead of serving the populace, you’re going to be serving my vagina.”
Stuart brought his hand up to run his thumb over my lip. “That mouth.”
“I could’ve really been bad and said pussy, rather than vagina.”
His dark eyes rolled back into his head. “You’re going to be the death of me, Selah.”
He then made quick work of unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off my body. As Stuart pulled free of the kiss, his gaze zoomed in on my bra-clad breasts before his hands moved to undo my bra. Just when I thought he was going to touch my breasts, his hands gripped my forearms instead.
At what must’ve been my surprised expression, Stuart winked before jerking my arms above my head and pinning them against the wall. I quirked my brows at him. “Did they teach you that disarming technique at Quantico?” I asked.
“They did. But never on a gorgeous woman with amazing tits.”
Giggling, I replied, “Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Since his hands were occupied with mine, it left his deliciously talented mouth free. After briefly kissing my lips, Stuart began trailing kisses over my chin, along my neck, and then down my breastbone. As his tongue skirted over the tops of my breasts, my nipples tightened even further. They were already erect from both the chill in the room and the heat of Stuart’s actions, and they ached to be licked and sucked.
But Stuart continued to tease them and me. He kissed my all around my breasts, tonguing the undersides. Arching my back, I tried a different strategy by thrusting my nipples closer to his mouth, huffing out a frustrated breath. “Okay, Agent Isaacson, is this some other form of torture you learned?” I panted.
When he had the nerve to laugh, I started to pull my arms free, but his strong forearm kept me pinned in place. “You’re not going anywhere until I let you.”
Normally, I wasn’t one to like being bossed around during sex. I wasn’t submissive in life or in the bedroom. But there was something about the way he said it that made me hot as hell. “What are you going to do to me?”
Stuart didn’t reply. Without taking his eyes from mine, he brought one hand down to jerk down the straps of my bra. The minute Stuart’s warm mouth closed over my right nipple, I groaned with pleasure. One of his hands came up to cup my other breast while his tongue flicked against my hard bud before his teeth grazed it. The sensation caused me to thrust my hips forward to rub against Stuart’s erection. “You keep doing that and I won’t even last two seconds inside you,” he groaned.