Taste Me Deadly (Sensory Ops) Read Free Page A

slightest hint of pineapple. Sweet. Addicting. Grey’s taste was something else he’d thought about. A lot. Driven by dreams, years apart and the danger that hunted her, Liam kissed his wife.
    Inhaling her deep into his lungs and soul, he kept his mouth gentle against hers. Her pliancy, moving with and against him, encouraged deeper explorations. A press of his tongue’s tip at the crease of her lips begged entrance.
    “Liam.” Grey parted for him, whispered his name in a way that sounded like surrender. Surrender or relief, something had her shaking in his arms. Or, maybe it wasn’t her who shook. It quite possibly could be him.
    “I wish you hadn’t left, Grey.” He reached for the collar of her sweater and tugged the fabric aside. The bare skin, pale as ivory and smooth as his gun’s metal, beckoned.
    His eyelids dropped as he laid his lips against her collarbone. Cravings he’d suppressed for too long awakened.
    Growing desperate, he nipped at the tender skin. She whimpered again and arched into him. His opposite in every way he could recall, she’d brought out a side of himself he hadn’t entertained since high school.
    He tried to stay gentle, but there was a hunger, an urgency, in him. He returned his lips to hers, caressed her bottom one with his tongue as he shook. His erection pressed against her.
    On a moan, she circled her arms around his neck. The kiss simplified the moment, but it complicated the coming hours and days even more.
    Liam closed his arms around her waist. Straightening to his full height, he lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. Her feet dangled in the air and images of her legs wrapped around his waist entered his mind. He carried her to the wall, braced against it and then leaned into her.
    She opened for him, brushed her tongue against his. Liam needed no other invitation. He swiped his tongue against her, in and out, strong and gentle. She brushed her fingers over his neck and shoulders.
    He’d had fun in Vegas and had laughed with her. He’d enjoyed every moment and then replayed each one on a loop for two years. Memories paled beneath the kiss of reality.
    Pulling back, Grey angled her head and lightly bit at his neck. He mirrored her. “Damn,” she breathed heavily. “You taste good.”
    “He must,” Aidan said from just inside the room.
    Liam froze more effectively than any criminal who’d ever been told to freeze. In hopes of staying off their radar, he had told his team he needed a few days off. He’d even been doing his own searches for info on Ruby. Tyler, the team’s tech genius, would have been faster but he’d have wanted answers.
    Grey tapped Liam’s shoulder when he didn’t release her. He jolted to action in his head, playing out all the ways this scene could unfold. Unfortunately, they all had the same ending. Prepared for the inevitable, Liam eased Grey to the floor. Before stepping aside, he whispered, “We’ll finish this later.”
    Liam kept a hand on Grey’s waist as he turned to face Aidan.
    She turned with him and gasped. “You’re a twin.”
    “Yes.” No matter how many times Liam had dreamed of making this introduction it had never included these circumstances. “Grey, this is Aidan.” Liam rubbed his fingertips on Grey’s back instead of swallowing like a coward. “Aidan, this is Greycen Craig.”
    “Nice to meet you, Grey.” Aidan moved close enough to shake her hand. The instant he enveloped her thin fingers with his long ones Liam wanted to pull her back. It was insane, because Aidan was nuts about his fiancée, Lana, and would never consider making a wrong move. Sanity didn’t matter against the idea of letting Grey go, if only for a minute.
    “How do you know my brother?” Humor played in Aidan’s eyes as he looked at Liam. They’d clearly tracked him down through his cell signal or the searches he’d been running. Aidan, more like his journalist fiancée than he’d like to think, had already formulated a