Ghosted (Team Zero #3) by Rina Kent

Where the hell did that thought come from?

He pulls back to stare at my bare breasts. If eyes could shoot fire, I would be turned to ashes about now. My nipples throb, wanting more of what he did earlier.

“Damn you and how beautiful you are, Firefly,” Julian growls. He’s glaring at me like he hates me. Like he hates that I’m making him feel this way.

Well, that makes two of us. I didn’t want this either. But we’re there and he knows it. He knows neither of us has a say in the matter.

He leans over and bites a nipple in his hot, wet mouth. His tongue rolls around the sensitive skin. Pleasure pools between my legs. I squirm and arch my back, my fingers getting lost in his hair. He’s nibbling, biting, and driving me crazy. He’s moulding me into a mess.

But it’s not only my body.

His touch is causing stupid shit to happen in my heart, too.

His bent knee settles between my legs and he spreads them apart. Or I open them willingly.

I need friction or something. Anything.

Still worshipping my breast with his mouth, Julian’s hand trails down on my stomach, leaving a scorching heat in its wake. His lean fingers slip underneath the shorts and find my slick folds.

He lifts his head, releasing my aching nipple. I whimper in both frustration and need.

The dark want in those eyes swallows me whole as he grunts. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I bite my lower lip, roll my hips, and silently beg him to continue.

“For me?” he asks.

“For you.” It’s pointless to deny it.

A hungry possession fills his eyes as his finger thrusts inside me. My head tilts back in a wordless whimper. Some other strange noises slip from my mouth. My hands fist the sheets.

He adds another finger and starts moving them. My walls clench around him and my stomach tightens. His mouth finds my sensitive nipple again. The moment his free hand wraps around my throat, I shatter all around him.

The orgasm hits like a strong wave and rips through me in a rush. I close my eyes as loud, strange noises leave my lips.

I didn’t even last a minute. Is that normal?

When I finally open my eyes, Julian is kneeling between my legs watching me like he’s a ravenous lion and I’m his prey.

It should’ve given me red alerts, but I’m utterly lost in the aftermath of what just happened. Julian lit a fire I didn’t know existed, and now, I don’t think I want it extinguished.

I can’t help admiring his raw freaking masculinity. Tattoos peek from the cuffs and collar of his shirt. A few dark strands of hair escape the neat sleek and fall on his forehead.

Just when I’m contemplating stroking them back, Julian’s hand slips under my waist. He pulls me into him so I’m kneeling on the bed like him. I yelp then moan when my still aching nipples brush against his shirt.

“You’re so fucking screwed, Firefly.” He wraps an arm around my waist so his erection presses at the bottom of my stomach. “Now, you’re in for good.”

I put a small distance between us so I can reach a tentative hand to his bulge. “So are you, Julian.”

The moment I touch him over his trousers, a groan rips from the back of his throat. The sound is so masculine and animalistic, tingles start between my legs all over again.

No idea what the hell I’m doing, but I love how he hardens underneath my fingers until he sucks in a breath. I have this effect on him just like he has on me.

A phone vibrates somewhere.

We pay it no attention.

I properly position myself in front of him. My touch turns bolder as I stroke him over the cloth.

“Fuck, Firefly.” Julian grunts, his fingers fist into my hair. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”

I lean in and plant a kiss on his erection, smiling with sheer satisfaction. “Maybe.”

I’m about to unbuckle his belt when a loud thud hits the door. No. The window.

“Fuck off!” Julian growls.

“Time to go!” Shadow shouts from the window. Although his head doesn’t peek in, I cross my ripped T-shirt over my chest, then scramble beneath the sheets. My cheeks heat.

“I’ll kill you if you come in!” Julian shouts back and runs a hand over his face. His heated gaze falls on me. “This isn’t over, Firefly.”

My heartbeat pounds at the promise.

“Look what you’ve done.” He readjusts himself with a pained expression.

I feel guilty that he has to go with a bothersome hard on, but pride fills me all the same.

Although Shadow must be gone, I still drape the sheets securely around my torso.

When Julian stands to his feet, I ask, “Where are you going?”

“A meeting.” He leans in and brushes his lips against mine as if that’s the most natural thing to do. My chest does that stupid tightening again. Maybe, just maybe, I want it to be the most natural thing to do, too.

“Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be back before you know it.” Julian heads to the metallic wardrobe where he keeps a safe. He punches in a code, grabs his gun – a spare gun – because the other one is always on him, and heads out.

If he’s taking extra arms and Shadow is going, too, then something big must be happening tonight.

Despite the pleasure still humming inside me, alarm grips me.

Instead of listening to Julian, I spring to my feet.