Alien Tango

the corner of his eye. “I’ll teach you once you’re done learning to fly.”
    “Promise?”
    “Of course. Now, wait here. I’m going to disable the camera for this area, open the door, get you in there, and then get the camera back up so we don’t get inquisitive visitors.”
    “Check the soundproofing.”
    He grinned, left his rolling bag with me and disappeared. I counted and listened hard. He was back in eight seconds, grabbed me and the bags, and whooshed me off into the room. While my stomach settled, he disappeared again, was back in three seconds, door closed behind him.
    “Sure you weren’t spotted?” Now that he was back, I took a look around. It was a somewhat spacious utility closet, with toilet paper, paper towels, cleaning supplies, and similar items stocked inside.
    Martini snorted. “No, I checked.” Hyperspeed was a wonderful thing. “And I shouted a lot. Hear anything?”
    “Not a sound.”
    “Good.” Martini locked the door and also hooked our suitcases and my purse under the handle. Then he turned around, a very sexy half-smile on his face. He unbuttoned his jacket, his eyes smoldering. Just looking at him made my breathing get heavy. “C’mere, baby.”

CHAPTER 18
    MARTINI REACHED OUT AND PULLED me into his arms. One hand hooked into my hair, the other slid down my back. He kissed me, strong and almost predatory. I melted against him. He leaned against the only open wall space in the room and slid one leg between mine. I ground against his thigh.
    “You were a bad girl,” he said, as he moved my head and ran his tongue over my neck. I tried to protest, but my neck was one of my main erogenous zones, and he knew it. “Lusting after other men.”
    “No,” I managed to gasp out. “I wasn’t.” It was a lie, but that was part of the fun.
    He pulled my head back as I’d done to Thompson, but gently. “Liar.” He ran his teeth over the front of my neck, as if he were going to rip my throat out. My breathing went ragged, my hands clawed at his chest, and my thighs locked around his leg.
    He undid my jacket with his other hand. I wore a spaghetti-strap shelf-bra top under this particular suit. He slid the shelf portion from under my breasts, and then his mouth moved from my throat to my chest, while he kept my head pulled back.
    Martini teased one breast and then the other with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He was the only man to ever bring me to orgasm at second base, and he was still batting a thousand. I was glad he’d checked the soundproofing, because I was howling.
    He let my head up, and I ripped his shirt open. The sight of his incredible pecs, rippling torso and truly rock-hard abs, dusted with just the right amount of hair, did to me what it always did. I lunged at his chest—I had to have my mouth on it, all over it.
    He gave a low, purrlike growl. “That’s a good girl. But you haven’t been good enough yet.” He ran his fingers through my hair and directed my head. His other hand spent its time alternating between stroking my neck and my breast.
    I slid my hands down his body to his pants. These I undid slowly while he thrust against me. While my tongue lapped at the hollow between his pecs, my hands found what I had come to consider the greatest appendage in the history of the world. He was hard as steel and felt like velvet against my skin. I ran my hands over him until my whole body was shaking with desire.
    He pulled my head away from his body. His eyes were half-closed and he shook his head with a low chuckle. “Bad girls don’t get what they want right away.” He slid his hands down my arms and pulled my hands away, putting them behind my back. He held my wrists in one hand, while he toyed with my breasts with the other.
    I moaned. “I’ll . . . be good.” His hand slid down my body and then moved my skirt up. His fingers stroked my thighs. “Jeff ... please ... ”
    “Please what?” His smile was wider, but still predatory. His fingers slid beneath my underwear. I couldn’t talk, almost couldn’t breathe. I could wail, and I did, as my eyes rolled back while he stroked and teased me. His fingers moved so fast and expertly, this orgasm crashed fast and hard. “Mmmm, that’s nice. Almost makes me willing to punish you a little more.”
    “Oh, God, please Jeff . . . please . . . ”
    “Please what?” His voice was low and silky. “What do you want, baby?”
    There was only one thing in the world I wanted right now. He knew, of course,