New Recruit by Em Petrova Page A

right.”
    His lips tightened and relaxed just as swiftly, but a dark warning light shone in his eyes. The one that made her want to climb inside his head and know all the bad things he’d do to her.
    “Dammit, you’re looking at me that way again,” he grated out.
    “Like what?” She arched a brow.
    “Like you’re going to take extreme pleasure in what you’re about to do next.”
    “Hmm. Maybe I was thinking that.” She trapped him with her thigh and shimmied over him to sit upright, her wet pussy pressed against his hard cock, still encased in the condom.
    He snapped his hands over her breasts. “Damn, I want nothing more than to suck and kiss these beautiful tits for hours. But first I have to take care of the condom.”
    Without his asking her to, she rolled off and tugged the sheet over her nudity while his lightly-furred ass disappeared out the door. Minutes later he returned, sporting a cocky grin and an impressive erection.
    He curled his fingers around her ankle and yanked her to the bottom of the bed. Squealing, she was forced to throw off the sheet. Then his mouth was on hers again and her thighs spread wide.
    “So you’re into extreme sports?” He stared into her eyes as he slipped callused fingers over her nubbin. Her clit swelled to greet his touch, and she swallowed a moan.
    “Just extreme conditions. I like to push myself.” Again, she gasped.
    Applying steady pressure to her bud, he nodded so his hair tumbled into one blazing eye. “I know the lust for life. I get that rush when I’m in a burning building.”
    Rendered speechless by his rugged beauty, she merely nodded. Then he pressed her clit into her body until she writhed. Suddenly no bridge-jumping compared to what he was doing to her. Her heart tripped too fast and her chest burned to gain more oxygen. Yes, so much adrenaline coursing through her veins. All for Jagger.
    “Can you come for me again, beautiful? Come on. All over my fingers so I can lick them off and start over.”
    “Oh God,” she murmured, bowing her back to get to his amazing fingers.
    He bit off a grin. “The name’s Jagger, but you can call me Master.” He only sounded as though he were half-joking but when she swung a fist at him, he laughed and then leaned in and stole a kiss.
     

Chapter Four
    Jagger stood at Hanna’s bedroom window that overlooked a cement block wall and an alley with a dumpster. She didn’t even have a window covering, and the thought of the perverts being able to see into her bedroom made his blood simmer.
    “You have a better view at your place,” she said from behind.
    He turned, opening his arms automatically. She hesitated for a moment, giving him time to wonder just why she was so man-shy. She exhibited all the classic signs of woman who’d been hurt—the wavery smile, the cold detachment—at least when he wasn’t making her scream with release.
    As soon as he tried to get to know her, she’d crawled out of bed, wrapping her nudeness in the sheet, and disappeared into the bathroom. He hadn’t known her long, but it was obvious Hanna was a tender heart, and whatever had happened to her had erected a fortress around her.
    He glanced over her body. She was dressed in simple black leggings and an oversized T-shirt.
    His T-shirt. His heart rolled.
    “That’s the best my shirt’s ever looked.” Unable to hold back another minute, he yanked her into his arms, and she didn’t even do that stiffening thing. She dropped her cheek to his chest. His heart flexed as he raised a hand to cup her head. They stood unmoving for long seconds.
    When his stomach loudly announced he hadn’t had dinner, she giggled and pulled away. “You need food.”
    “So do you, beautiful. After all those orgasms, you need to replenish.”
    A flush crept over her lovely face, and her eyes shined as she looked up at him. Maybe her walls weren’t as hard to scale as he’d originally believed.
    “Do you like Chinese food? We can get takeout,” she