Illicit Intuitions: Sensory Ops, Book 3 by Nikki Duncan Page A

rising temperature. “You did claim earlier you’re good in the water.”
    “I would be concerned you would wipeout prematurely.”  
    He laughed. An all out laugh that rose from deep in the gut quaked his abs. He hadn’t laughed in too long.
    So few things in his life had been laugh-worthy, but however long Ava was around he would enjoy her. He would continue looking for answers lurking in her mind, but now he had a new plan. A plan for seduction.
     
     
    She’d known from the moment he’d invited himself over there would be trouble, just as she’d known Breck would forbid her to tell H her true identity. The bizarre part for her was how disturbing his presence was and how she’d anticipated it all day. She’d been told to get close.  
    She’d succeeded. Too well for peace of mind.  
    Ava stepped into her bedroom on gelatinous legs, closed and locked the door and eyed the drawer beside her bed. He’d barely touched her, but the suggestions in his smooth voice, the heat in his almost eerily blue eyes and the all-too-clear memory of his mouth on hers had her body humming. The hairs on her arms danced. Her scalp tingled—something it had been doing a lot of since meeting him. Her pussy pulsed with an awareness so acute she would swear he was in her.  
    She headed to the bathroom, stripping off her shirt on the way. The wet fabric scraped against her stiff nipples, shooting a jolt of arousal through her stomach. How had he gotten to her so easily?  
    Ava stopped at the door and looked back to the drawer once more. Her gaze flitted to the bedroom door and back to the drawer holding the gag gift a college friend had sent for her last birthday.  
    She’d admit it. She was a healthy woman. She enjoyed sex. And sure, there had been occasions when she’d tried to pleasure herself after a rough day to relieve the pressure. It was just as normal for a woman to take care of her own business as it was for a man. It just never worked.
    An erotic book might get her close, but even the hottest ones failed to get her wet and ready. Nothing was capable of pushing her over the edge. Especially after the things she’d been subjected to undercover as a call girl.  
    So how was it ten minutes with H had her body snapping at the tethers, begging for release?  
    Ava shook her head and went into the bathroom. It didn’t matter what he’d done or why her body responded so readily. She was not going to bust out that finger nubby for the first time with him in the next room.  
    She dropped her shirt on the floor and turned on the shower to warm up the water. Nope. The toy was staying right where it was.  
    She pushed the shorts over her hips. Already they clung to her. Sticky.  
    You’re going to be sticky. You want help cleaning up? His words, smooth and erotic, reverberated through her head as clearly as if he stood behind her.  
    She tripped herself stepping out of the shorts. The tangy scent of her own arousal reached up and slapped at her. Her knees quivered. Her body wept, excreting more juices to slide down her inner thigh.  
    “Oh hell.” She moaned as she turned to look at herself in the mirror.
    Her eyes were heavy, and not from sleepiness. Her cheeks were flushed in red blotches as the heat of anticipation rose. As the need for sexual release rose.  
    “No freaking way.” She wasn’t using that thing with him no more than a few walls away.  
    Decided, she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped beneath the lukewarm spray. Every drop of water was a fire burst of awakening. Each drop struck her skin with the seductive caress of his lips on hers. His hands on her body. His mind and body melded with her.
    Steam rose in the air and had nothing to do with the shower. Hot. She was too hot.
    Moisture ran down her thigh. Her sex ached and clenched. She needed relief.  
    Her vision blurred.  
    Her knees buckled.  
    The water pounded and by the time she turned the knobs to stop its flow, her body was a mass of