by Margaret Kay
He nodded. “One kiss, but you give it your all.”
He felt her tremble as she nodded her head ever so slightly, yes.
His hands released hers and gently took hold of her cheeks. Beneath his touch he felt the heavy makeup on her face. His fingertips slipped down and gripped the butter-soft skin of her neck, heaven. He wanted to feel all of her if she was this soft everywhere. He tipped her head up as his lips neared. He took his time, his lips gently making love to hers. He felt her return kiss, hesitant at first but becoming hungrier the longer the kiss lasted. She was a full participant by the time his tongue penetrated her lips and leisurely explored her warm, soft mouth.
She looked shell-shocked when he pulled his lips away. Her wide-eyed stare confirmed his suspicions that she was not one of the bad guys. She was truly in need of his protection. Her return kisses had been shy, meek. She gazed at him with her heart and soul bared to him, innocent and raw. This was not her world. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips. His dick had grown rock-hard while he kissed her. He wanted her in a way he had not wanted a woman in a very long time.
Wow, she hadn’t been kissed like that in, well, in forever, if ever. She stared into his eyes aware of every place on her body that his touched. She felt his hardness against her, and it didn’t scare her, instead it aroused her, surprisingly.
“How many men have you been with?”
“Why does it matter?” Her voice was whisper soft, breathy.
“Rules number one and two.”
She seemed disturbed by his question. He saw indecision across her face. “Four or five,” she replied.
His lips quirked into that smirk again. Four or five total? In her entire life? He just about laughed out loud. “Was McKnight one of them?”
“No,” she answered as though he were crazy for suggesting it.
“McKnight is sleazier than I am,” he said.
That was a matter of opinion, she thought.
“If he didn’t make that part of his terms, you’re important to someone he respects or someone he’s afraid of.”
“You don’t want to know who I am, remember,” she reminded him.
“No, I don’t,” he agreed. “I’m just trying to figure out how a pretty little innocent thing such as you ended up in the trouble your in.”
“So, you’re not worried I’m an undercover cop?”
“No, I knew two seconds after laying eyes on you that you were no cop,” he said.
“Then why all this?”
“Expected behavior in this place, and I had to be sure.”
“Are you sure now?”
“Sweetheart, this is just part of my fee and it’s how I live, and that’s enjoying every minute. You’ve got a hot little body I’d like to enjoy, and I’d make you feel pretty damn good. My partners never complain,” he bragged.
She laughed aloud. He wasn’t conceited at all, was he? “I’m sure.”
“So those kisses didn’t get you aroused at all?”
“No,” she lied.
He watched her chest heave with each ragged breath she sucked in. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks and chest flushed. Not aroused? He doubted it. “You’re not attracted to me in the least? Not turned on by those kisses at all?”
She shook her head no, unable to speak.
He pulled her arms over her head again.
“So, if I was to run my fingers down the length of your arm, over your collarbone, dipping below the neckline of that shirt, and tucking my fingers beneath the lace edge of that black bra that keeps teasing me, glide my fingertips over what I’m sure will be impossibly soft skin of your firm, round breast until they reach your nipple, I won’t find it erect to my touch?”
“No,” she replied. Her breath hitched in her chest as she forced the one syllable out.
“Ah-ha,” he said. “And when I can pull those fingers free, because I won’t want to withdraw my hand, but when I do, and I trail my fingers down your abdomen, slowly, but progressively making my way down till my fingertips hit the top of your jeans, and then when my fingers plunge below, under your panties, over your mound, down farther between your legs, penetrating your sweet folds, will I find you wet?”
She wasn’t breathing. Between his words, his muscled body on top of hers, his black, molten lava eyes that were staring deeply into hers in the aftermath of that kiss, she was knocked completely off balance. It had been so long since she was this close to a man, since she experienced a kiss like the one they just shared, since a man had wanted her sexually, or she felt erect hardness against her.
“No,” she forced out.
His lips quirked into a grin. “We shall see.”
He pulled her hands together, easily holding them both in one of his large hands which freed up the other for exploration. His eyes held her gaze in a magnetic lock as his fingers teased her arm as it skimmed over the flesh making their way down her forearm, elbow, over the sensitive underside of her upper arm. His fingers glided over her neck and clavicle.
Everywhere his fingers traced, she tingled, much to her surprise. The time it took for his fingers to travel the few inches to the neckline of her shirt, passed agonizingly slow. And when she felt the heat from his fingers crest the rounded fullness of her breast, she broke out in goose bumps. By the time his probing fingers traced over her erect nipple, her breaths came in deep draws, her emotions catapulting between terror and desire.
“Liar,” he moaned.
He didn’t want to remove his hand, as he had assumed he wouldn’t. The incredible softness beneath his touch instantly turned the heat up inside him. In her eyes he saw a mixture of fear and desire. But he saw nothing that told him to stop and no words came from her gasping lips. His dick throbbed in his pants, begging to be set free. He forced himself to pull the hand from within her shirt and excruciatingly slow, as promised, he trailed it down her abdomen.
The touch of his fingers sent lightning bolts to her core. She knew she was barely breathing as she was hyper-aware of his touch moving slowly down her abdomen. She felt his fingers hit the waistband of her jeans, and just as he said he would, they slid below, worked their way under her silky panties, the sensation on her pelvis reacting to flesh on flesh as his hand went deeper was an incredible arousal.
She trembled when she felt the fingers go down within her pants until they came in contact with her outer lips. When they did, he moaned. He could already feel her moisture. Then he penetrated her folds, finding her drenched. She gasped out loud and shuddered at the contact.
“Liar,” he repeated.
She was, knew she had lied from the start. That first kiss had aroused her unlike she’d been in a very long time. Her body was a traitor. She wanted to feel nothing sexual with this man, but her body reacted despite her wishes.
His fingers penetrated deeper. Damn but did he have long fingers. She hadn’t even realized her eyes had closed until she heard him chuckle. She opened them, and watched him remove his hand from her pants, bring his fingers to his nose and sniff.
“Mm,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. Then he drew them into his mouth. His eyes, still focused on hers, lit with an unmistakable lust. “I want more. I want to drink you in, hear you moan, feel your body tense as you come harder than you ever have.”
Her eyes could not leave his. She knew what she felt, what she didn’t want to feel. Aroused? Hell, yeah! In a way she hadn’t been in more years than she could remember. She knew it was wrong to even consider it, but she did.
“I don’t care about your relationship status, but if you’ve ever thought about or wanted an encounter that is purely sexual, intense, and mind numbing, this is your opportunity. No excuses needed, no repercussions, just intense pleasure, multiple releases. Lose your inhibitions and go for it.”
She was dumbstruck. Again, she thought about how she felt things she hadn’t felt in a really long time, from his kisses and his touch. Hell, even his weight on her body brought back pleasurable memories, a prima
l response, sensations that rocked her. It had been so long.
He watched her hesitation, her eyes looking to the right, retrieving memories. She was considering it and she hadn’t said no yet. There was something there, a flame of desire, and something else unreadable. It was enough to encourage him.
“How about this,” he whispered, his hands caressing her face and neck. “I’m going to kiss you again. If you don’t want this to happen between us you tell me no, and I’ll stop. But if you want to feel really good and blow off a little steam, you go with it and we’ll have ourselves a great time. But don’t play any no means yes games. No games at all. We’re both consenting adults and there isn’t anything wrong with two consenting adults enjoying each other. It doesn’t make anyone a whore. The ball is in your court. Either you’re in or your out.”
She was debating it with herself as his lips approached. She knew the answer was no…had to be no…should be no. But as his lips brushed hers, passion seared her, and as he deepened the kiss, everything about it perfect, sensations surged through her, sensations she hadn’t felt in years. Her resolute no turned into maybe, and quickly became, why not. Before she gave it any rational thought, she was pushing his jacket from him, untucking his shirt from his pants, and running her greedy hands over his warm, muscled flesh.
He tore his shirt over his head and then did the same to hers. His eyes took in the sexy sight of her black, lacy bra, her round, flushed flesh swelling from beneath it. A low growl was his primal response. Then he ran his hand down her flat abdomen. He opened the button on her jeans, unzipped them, and plunged his hand within as he lowered his lips back to hers.
She moaned loudly, pulling her lips from his, nearing an orgasm from just his fingers working over her with an expert focus.
He took hold of her jeans and pulled them down her hips. His lips came to her ear. “Once I peal these off, the word no doesn’t pass your lips, you understand?” He warned in a growl. She nodded her head yes. “So, I’m only asking you once, speak now if you don’t want me to take these off you.”
Her answer was to bridge up, raising her ass from the mattress to make it easier for him to slide them off, which he did. Beneath, she wore black silk and lace panties that perfectly matched the bra. He took in the sight for a long beat before freeing himself from his pants as well.
Then, he did as he had promised, brought her release after incredible release. She let go and for just that short period of time, her mind didn’t focus on the devastating and frightening events of the last month at all. She was uninhibited and thought about nothing but the erotic sensations he brought to her body, a pleasure so intense she didn’t want it to end.
It was only after, that she thought about more practical things, like the fact that he hadn’t worn a condom. He laid with his head on the same pillow she did, snuggled tightly, holding her to his strong frame. She knew her facial expression had betrayed her thoughts when his expression turned to a questioning gaze.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” she spoke softly.
He shook his head no. “I’m clean, and I’m sure you are too,” his gravelly voice whispered. He watched her process that. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.” Thank God her periods were erratic, and she took the pill to control her cycles. Getting pregnant by him would not be something she would ever want, even if she wasn’t in the situation, she was in. She had always wanted children, thought Greg had wanted them to, and had been crushed when he changed his mind and refused to even discuss it.
He kissed her again and then got up and retrieved their beers. With no modesty he walked back to the bed and rolled onto her, handing her, her bottle. His legs entwined hers as she sat up and took a drink. He downed half his bottle in one pull. She pulled the sheet over her nudity and took another drink.
His lips twisted in that smirk and then his hand pulled the sheet from her. “Don’t cover my view, sweetheart. Those breasts are spectacular. I enjoyed them very much. My hands and lips plan to visit with them more, several times tonight.”
She tipped the bottle to her lips to hide her surprise. After the intense session they’d just had, he planned to do more? Was capable of more? Where did he get his stamina from? Greg had never mustered more than one go around, even in his younger days, not that she had any knowledge of what Greg could or could not do for the last five years.
Her thoughts were abruptly brought back to the present by his hand caressing over her breast, raking over her now, sensitive, erect nipple. He took another drink of his beer and brought his mouth to her breast, the coldness sending a shudder through her.
Her gaze met his and she saw the unabashed desire burning in his eyes. Then his teeth gently bit down on the nipple, still suckled in his mouth. She moaned out unconsciously, her body arching into him on its own.
“Yeah, you have more in you too,” he whispered when his mouth let her nipple go. He nodded to her beer bottle. “Finish up.”
Then he brought his beer to his lips and drank the remainder as his eyes probed deeply into hers. He took both their empty bottles and sat them to the floor. He rolled her to her back, spread her legs wide with his, pressing his hardness to her opening, and hung his face over hers, but an inch away.
“Now that we’re warmed up, we’re going to fuck like there’s no tomorrow until neither one of us have any energy left. You will be sore tomorrow and you won’t be able to walk right, but you will beg me to repeat it tomorrow night, which I will. Make no mistake, I will ruin you because you won’t ever get off like this with any other man.”
She breathed heavily, her draws bringing the air in as though it was tequila to give her courage. His words didn’t sound boastful or conceited. She took it as factual, not doubting for a second that he already had ruined her to enjoy any other man. With his gaze still laser-focused on her, he pressed inside her, moaning his pleasure every slow inch of the way.
Bravo
It was hours and many orgasms from several different gravity-defying positions later, when she passed out, exhausted and fully sated in his strong arms. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to be very sore in the morning and she knew she wouldn’t be walking right either. Her bra on her nipples would probably hurt like a bitch too. But it had been incredible, and she wouldn’t change a thing. Whatever physical discomforts would result, she would accept, and she indeed would want a repeat the following night.
Once he knew she was in a deep sleep, Razor grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled his cellphone from the pocket. He brought up the secure app he used to communicate with his team. He typed out a quick message and then he activated the fingerprint scan. He gently pressed each of her digits to the screen capturing her prints. Then he sent them off specifying that the tech unit was to run them in isolation. He had a gut feeling no one should know her prints were hitting different data bases. Something about her didn’t add up.
Immediately a message popped in, Madison. “You’re freelancing. How’s it going?”
He smiled and typed a reply. “Living the dream. Nothing new to report. As promised, the boss hasn’t had any jobs for me these past two weeks. I’m not sure what’s up in the organization.”
“DEA reports all is quiet, too quiet. That alone is suspicious,” the reply came.
“Very.” Razor thought about that for a beat. “Someone needs to do a deeper dive on that company name I passed to you. I still think it’s a shell company.”
“I wish you were here to do it,” Madison replied.
His lips tipped into a smile. He did too. If he could get his hands on a keyboard, he was sure he could get to the bottom of who really owned New Mountain Enterprises and exactly what they did. It was positioned very near to where this mysterious woman wanted to be transported to. In taking this job, he was killing two birds with one stone. After dropping her at her destination, he planned to do some on-site recon of New Mountain Enterprises’ offices and warehouse. Maybe he’d even find a way to do that dig
ital recon himself.
“Is there anything you need?” Came Madison’s next message.
He thought for a second about that. If he ditched the rest of the bikers, he could have the team set him up in a motel near that target company and have his laptop with its secure satellite card in place for him to get to work. The team would be nearby, and it would be nice to see them.
“No, just contact me ASAP when there is info on my new friend. She needs help, I’m sure.”
“I’ll be in touch soon,” Madison replied.
Razor clicked out of the app. He locked his phone and sat it on the mattress beside him. His eyes again scanned the relaxed face of the woman beside him. He wanted to know all her secrets. If he were in front of a keyboard, he’d work all night if he had to until he had the answers. She had to be in some big-ass trouble to have put herself in his hands.
