Lethal Pursuit by Kaylea Cross Page A

settled the soft weight of her breasts against his hot skin. Tiny shocks of pleasure radiated through her body at the contact.
    He shifted restlessly beneath her, lifting into her body. “Your hair,” he murmured, tugging at the elastic holding her bun in place. “Take it down.”
    Amused by the command, she did as he said, adding a little shake of her head so the cool weight of her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Jackson’s stare was so hot it all but singed her naked skin. A surge of triumph swept through her. His hands trailed reverently through her hair, his fingers tangling gently in the waves, following their length to where they ended against the rise of her breasts. Maya bit back a gasp as her nipples hardened even further, eagerly awaiting the touch of his hands, his mouth.
    She shook herself out of her sensual haze. This was about making him lose control, not the other way around. She would never let her guard down that far with a man.
    Oblivious to her thoughts, Jackson let his hands drift down to cup her breasts. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t mind that they were small. But when he leaned up and forward, making all those defined muscles on his torso stand out in sharp relief, and tilted his head like he intended to taste her, she stopped him with a solid hand on the center of his chest. She pressed back firmly. “Lie down.”
    His lust-glazed eyes flashed up to hers and held, assessing her for a long moment before he at last relaxed and slowly complied. When he was settled, once again sprawled out on his back for her enjoyment, Maya rewarded him with a string of nibbling kisses across the broad expanse of his chest. She rubbed her face against the thin line of dark hair in the center of his chest, pausing to leisurely lick at a tightly beaded nipple. Jackson hissed in a breath and threaded his fingers into her hair, flexing them against her scalp. The feel of his hands there, holding her close and urging her on, was sexy as hell. Using teeth and tongue, she continued to tease him, nipping her way down the shallow valley that delineated his abs until she reached the hem of his boxers. His fingers contracted against her scalp.
    “Mmm.” She set her hand over the thick ridge of his cock, pleased at the way his eager flesh flexed against her hold. With a soft sound of approval, she licked the smooth skin just above his boxers and squeezed the solid length of him, while her other hand slid into the waistband and tugged downward.
    Jackson lifted his hips to help her, hands still wound in her hair as she drew the boxers off and grasped him with both hands. His cock was hot and hard, kicking in her grip.
    “Maya—” His voice cut off abruptly as her cheek brushed against the thick length of him. She wanted to taste him so badly. Drive him out of his mind with pleasure. A long, low groan tore from his chest when her tongue stole out to lap at him. The salty tang of him exploded on her tongue, increasing the insistent throb between her own legs. Hungry for more, she parted her lips and took the swollen head into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around that sensitive spot beneath the ridge.
    “Oh, Jesus, Maya...” His back arched, head rolling back in ecstasy.
    Oh yeah , just like that. Exactly like that. His husky plea, her name on his lips, sent a shiver through her.
    His hands bunched in her hair, a little less gently now that his control was fraying, his fingers rubbing against her scalp in a drugging caress that made her eyes close in enjoyment. The muscles in his belly were rigid and his breathing was erratic. She sucked him slowly and firmly, working him with her mouth, wanting to make him writhe. And even that wasn’t enough. She wanted to hear him moan in release and know she’d pushed him past any resistance into pure need. But she wanted him inside her when she did.
    Without releasing him, she reached beside her for her pants beside the bunk. A few fumbling seconds later she had the