The Intelligence Unit Series

Camila knew this was impulsive. She and Roman had been chased. Shot at. Threatened with enough harm that they'd had to go into hiding. But as he stamped his mouth over hers and pulled her close, his body hard and hot and utterly perfect on hers, she couldn't deny the truth. Falling into bed with Roman might be the last thing she should be doing, but it was the only thing she wanted.

He slid his tongue over her bottom lip, a low grunt coming from his chest when she opened eagerly. The sound made her even bolder, and she darted her tongue out to meet his. He tasted as she took, the kiss growing deeper and needier until finally, Roman broke from her mouth with an exhale.

"Camila." The way he said her name, all gravelly and low, sent a bolt of heat right between her thighs. "Be sure you want this."

"I am," Camila said. But consent was important, and it worked two ways, so she pulled back slightly to ask, "Are you?"

Roman's laugh swept through her like it was on fire. "I've wanted you every single night for an entire goddamn year." His pupils darkened in the overhead light, black on bronze. "If you knew the things I've dreamed of doing to you-" "Tell me."

Okay, so that had come out a whole lot bossier than she'd intended. For a second, she considered pulling it back even though she'd meant every word. She wanted to know what he'd fantasized about. What he wanted. What he liked. And then Roman dropped his mouth to her ear, and Camila wouldn't have taken back her demand for all the money in the world.

"I want to strip off your clothes, piece by piece"-he slid a hand to the neckline of her T-shirt, his index finger dragging over the spot where the cotton met her skin until she whimpered-"so I can learn what every single part of you feels like. I want to make you come with my hands. My mouth. Christ, I've spent so many nights dying to know how you taste"-his lips brushed her neck in suggestion, and oh, God, she was going to die or spontaneously combust or come from his words alone. Maybe all three-"I want to f**k that sweet, smart mouth of yours. But I want your p***y most of all. I want to know what you feel like on my c**k, how you sound the second you start to come. I want to f*****g drown in you, Camila."

"Roman," she whispered, reaching down to cup his face and level her gaze over his. "Start from the beginning. And don't skip a single thing."

He was moving before she'd even finished her sentence, reaching low over her hips to lift her off her feet. Camila jumped in time with his upward tug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist as he pulled her flush against him, his palms splaying over her a*s to anchor her in place. The move brought Roman's mouth in line with the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and he paused for a ragged inhale before starting to move. Every step toward the bedroom created the perfect storm of friction between his abs, her jeans, and her already throbbing c**t, and by the time he kicked his way past the door, she was desperate for him to touch her.

Roman lowered her to her feet, taking a half step back. "So pretty," he murmured, raking her with a head to toe stare that she felt on her skin like a touch. Just when she was certain she'd lose her mind and her patience all at the same time, he reached out, pulling her T-shirt over her head and tossing it to the floorboards. His fingers worked swiftly over the button and zipper on her jeans, and she toed out of her shoes as he tugged the denim low over her hips. A few strategic movements had everything but her bra and panties in a pile on the floor, and even though she wanted to lose them, too, a tiny part of her mind warned that she should feel vulnerable, being so exposed when Roman was still fully dressed. Camila reached for the hem of his T-shirt-if the feel of his abs through her jeans had been any indication of what lay beneath, she was all for him ditching his clothes, too-but his fingers circled her wrist and held firm. "Camila."

Worry sliced through all of the want building in her chest. But there was still enough waning daylight slipping in past the shutters for Camila to see his stare go dark over her lacy, cream-colored bra, then darker still as it dipped lower, and oh. Oh. He was looking at her as if she were a gift and a goddess all at once.

"I've imagined you like this a thousand times," Roman said, the gravel in his voice turning the ache between her legs into a bright, burning need. "But I wasn't even close to how perfect you are."

"You said you wanted to touch me everywhere." Camila lifted the hand he still had curled around her wrist, guiding it to her shoulder and closing the space between their bodies. "So, go ahead. Take what you want, Roman."

He didn't hesitate, dropping his mouth to hers for a punishing kiss before trailing a path over her neck. His fingers slid between her shoulder blades, skimming the edge of her bra before freeing the hooks with a twist. Anticipation mingled with something a whole lot darker, both of them pulsing in her blood, and when he slid the pad of his thumb over one tight n****e, she arched into his hand to maximize the contact.

"Please," she said, knowing she was begging but not caring in the least. "Please. Keep touching me."

The curse that crossed his lips was filthy, and God help her, it made Camila want him even more. Roman made good on his promise, exploring her body with both hands. The spot behind her ear, the surprisingly sensitive skin beneath her jawline, the curve beneath her breasts. He mapped her body as if committing her to memory, cataloguing every inch with his fingers, then following with his stare. Sliding a hand to her shoulder, he held her steady as he rolled one n****e between his thumb and forefinger. The friction sent a shot of heat straight to her p***y, and oh, God, she needed more. She grabbed his free hand and slid it between her legs, nearly flying apart at both the sound he let out and the drag of his fingers over the soaking wet lace.

"You want it so badly, don't you?" he asked. "Roman-"

The fingers that had been on her n****e moved to her mouth in a flash, pressing against her bottom lip to hush her. "You feel this?" He circled her c**t, just once, over her panties, and she was unable to stop her moan. "This want you've got, all built up inside?" Camila nodded, chasing another sweep of his fingers with her hips, and Roman pinned her with a stare so intense, it stole her breath.

"This is nothing compared to what I feel when I look at you every f*****g day. I've been trying so hard to fight it, but I can't anymore."

"Then don't," she said, looking right back at him. "I meant what I said. Take what you want." She thrust against his fingers, slow and hard. "All of it."

As if the words had snapped his composure, he yanked her panties down, lowering himself to his knees in front of her. Camila barely had time to bemoan the loss of sensation from his fingers before he'd replaced them with his mouth, and oh, God.

A sound came out of her, some combination of a moan and a cry. Whatever it was served as encouragement, and Roman wrapped one arm around her lower back to hold her steady as he nudged her feet apart with his shoulders. He teased her c**t with a few soft flicks of his tongue, and she nearly doubled over at the pleasure spiraling down her spine.

Camila put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Not that it helped when he increased both the speed and pressure of his tongue. Sparks shot through her, growing hotter and more insistent, and she couldn't hold back. She rocked against Roman's mouth as he licked her c**t in firm, fast strokes. His moan vibrated against her hyper-sensitive skin, and when he dropped his free hand low between her legs to slide a finger into her p***y, she moaned right back. "Roman."

He withdrew his finger, but only to replace it with two. Release built low in Camila's belly, and there, there, oh- "Roman."

He didn't stop. He didn't slow. He didn't do a single thing other than lift his eyes to look at her, and the sight of him kneeling between her legs, his tongue buried in the exact spot where she needed him most, sent her right over the edge. Roman rode out her o****m, wringing every last pulse and gasp and cry from her before softening the contact of both his fingers and mouth. He scaled back in degrees, then shifted to find his feet, standing in front of her.

"Perfect," he murmured, making Camila laugh softly through her pleasure-haze.

"I was thinking the same thing."

"Good, because I'm just getting started with you."

This time, she caught his hand to hold him steady. "I get a turn, first."

Wordlessly, she lifted his T-shirt over his head, then undid his jeans to reveal a pair of snug black boxer briefs. Camila's heart did a little backflip at the sight of his c**k standing at full attention against the fabric, and she slipped her hand past the waistband, circling her fingers-okay, wow-around him.

"Camila." A muscle tightened across his jaw, sending a thrill through her chest.

"Yes?"

He thrust into her hand as she moved it in a slow glide. "I want...Christ, that feels good." He reached down to pull his jeans and boxer briefs lower, covering her hand with his own for two long, hard, root-to-tip strokes before stilling her. "We need to take a second." Of all the things he might've said, that was not what she'd been expecting. "For?"

The edges of Roman's mouth tipped up into just enough of a smile to send heat flooding back between her thighs. "Well, first of all, if we don't, I'm in danger of making this an embarrassingly short encounter. And secondly, while I am dying to f**k you until you forget your name, we're in an FBI safehouse. They come stocked with a lot of things, but..."

Camila blinked, following the mental breadcrumbs until-"Oh!"

"Sorry," he said. "I know it's not the sexiest topic."

She couldn't help it. She laughed. "Okay, you're standing in front of me, mostly naked and definitely gorgeous, telling me how badly you want to f**k me. That's pretty sexy all by itself. The fact that you're also concerned about making it a safe experience? Also hot. But you don't have to worry. I'm on the pill, and I don't have any STIs. That said, I also have condoms in my purse, if going without one makes you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't," Roman said. "But that's not my call to make alone."

Camila looked at him. He never would've said he was comfortable going without a condom if he had any doubt about his health, plus, she was pretty rigid about taking her pills like clockwork. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable, either."

He slanted a kiss over her mouth. It started slow and sweet, just a soft press of their lips. But then Roman's hand trailed up her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair to tip her head back, and the need in her belly roared back to life. Camila slid her thumb over the crown of his c**k, her own body tightening as his muscles tensed. Roman kicked the rest of the way out of his clothes, and whoa. Between his lean muscles, smooth dark brown skin, and his stare that glittered with intensity in the shadows, he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

She'd never wanted anyone so badly in her life. Hell, she didn't think she'd ever want anyone else again after knowing what this felt like. Roman was going to ruin her.

And not only was Camila going to let him, but she was going to love every f*****g second of it.

Wordlessly, he guided her to the bed, lying on his side and pulling her in close. He kissed her as if he could do it all night, his hands roaming over her and lingering in all the spots that made her breath catch. She wrapped her fingers back around his c**k, using his body language to learn what he liked, then what he really liked. With each "yes" and every moan, wetness gathered and built between her legs, his pleasure pushing her closer to her own. Roman circled her c**t with his fingers, and Camila bucked against them, greedy for more.

"Please," she said, turning on her back and letting her thighs part. "I need you inside me, Roman."

He didn't waste an extra second giving her what she'd asked for. In a flash, he was on top of her, sliding the head of his c**k over her want-slick p***y. Her c**t throbbed as he brushed over it once, then twice. But then he pressed inside, and Camila couldn't even breathe, let alone beg for more.

"Camila." Although it slipped between his teeth, Roman still turned her name into a prayer. "Christ. You're..."

His sentence went unfinished when she thrust against him, even though his c**k was as deep inside of her as it could go. Gripping her hip with one hand, he leaned forward, planting his opposite palm over the bed sheets by her shoulder. He pulled back by only an inch or two before filling her again, and her inner muscles clenched, squeezing his c**k.

Roman's eyes were fixed on the spot where he filled her, watching intently as they began to move together. Camila lifted her hips, matching his rhythm, then letting him take control. He f****d her in long, slow thrusts, the ridge of his c**k grazing her c**t on each glide, and she chased the release starting to swirl deep in her belly.

"That's it, baby," Roman told her, his stare catching hers in the near darkness, then moving back to their bodies as she rocked faster. "Take what you need. I want to watch how pretty you are when you come on my c**k."

Camila gripped his forearm, digging her heels into the mattress for leverage as their bodies slapped together, again and again. Her o****m slammed into her, pulling her bowstring tight beneath him, and he filled her p***y with every wave. His breathing grew ragged, but as soon as he began to slow, Camila reached up to cup his face.

"You don't have to hold back with me," she said, recapturing the rhythm between them. "I want you. All of you."

Roman's grip slid to her waist and tightened. His movements grew harder, then faster, his hips pistoning and his c**k filling her to the hilt with every thrust. Need rolled off him in waves, and Camila met every motion to try and fulfill it. On one last thrust, his body went still, then started to shudder, his expression so intense in release that it sent goose bumps over her skin. Still, she worked him through every last moan and whisper of her name, wrapping her arms around his shoulders when he finally lowered his body all the way over hers.

"Oh, my God, thank you," she said, and Roman's responding laugh was so dark and sexy, Camila wanted to eat it for dessert.

"Trust me. It was my pleasure." Concern streaked through his smile as he shifted to his side, his eyes dropping to her hip, then scanning the rest of her body. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not even the tiniest bit," Camila said. On the contrary, she hadn't felt this good...well, ever.

"I got a little intense." Enough apology hung in his voice for her to turn to her side so she could see his eyes.

"Roman," she whispered, her heart kicking when he didn't look away. "Remember when you told me you're starting to like my brand of impulsive?"

He nodded, and she kissed him once, very softly, before saying, "Well, I'm starting to like your brand of intensity. Especially when it gives me multiple o*****s."

A smile lifted one corner of his mouth. "Fair enough."

Camila knew she could end the conversation here, and hell, maybe she should. But she trusted Roman with her life. The least she could do was trust him with her feelings, too.

"Look, I'm not really one to hold back, so I'm just going to say this. I like you. I've liked you since I met you, and now, I also trust you. We're stuck together in this safe house for who knows how long and just had phenomenally great s*x and I don't know exactly what that means or what it makes us, but I do know I don't want it to get weird. And not just because we're going to be here for a while."

For a long moment, Roman said nothing, and shit. Shit, he wasn't an emotions kind of guy. She liked to shoot straight from the hip, sure, but spilling her guts, especially right after they'd had s*x, had been such a bad idea.

But then he looked at her, his eyes barely visible in the nearly dark room, and said, "I like you, too. More than just this." He gestured to their very naked bodies beneath the sheets. "I don't know what that means, either. But I'd like to find out. After all"-he dropped a kiss to her forehead, and she felt his mouth part in a smile-"it's not like we've done any of this the normal way to begin with."

She laughed. "You have a point."

And as they settled against each other, their bodies warm and tangled in the growing shadows, Camila realized exactly how much she was beginning to like Kai Roman, and not just for the o*****s.