Dangerous Attraction

by Sidney Bristol

  “Can you at least warn me about the dangerous stuff?”

  “No.”

  “Travis, if something bad happens I want to be prepared. Otherwise I’ll worry all the time.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “I said I’ll think about it. I need to talk with Ethan. Figure out how they handled it. Molly always was chill about stuff like that. But what if I’m sent on a sensitive assignment? I can’t promise that I will always be able to tell you everything, or anything. See what I mean?”

  How did women and men deal with this? This wasn’t just a problem unique to Travis, there were all those men and women working in dangerous fields who had to routinely leave loved ones behind. It sucked.

  “Okay, so long as we can still figure that out.” She could. Right? That wasn’t impossible?

  He stared at her for several moments, the frown lines still wrinkling his face. She could only imagine what was in his head. He’d tried scaring her away once. He was painting the worst picture possible of a relationship with him. Did he think so little of himself?

  She slid her hands up to his face, applying the barest pressure with her fingers. He lowered his head, gaze locked on her lips. The first touch of his mouth was gentle. It felt as though she’d kissed him a thousand times before, and as though this were the first time. Warmth pooled in her stomach and her restless feet rubbed against the sheets. She wanted to wind her body around his, to touch him, love him, show him things could be different.

  “Bliss?” His lips caressed her with each syllable.

  “Hm?”

  “Where’d you put the bags?”

  Her sex toys.

  She sucked in a breath, both thrilled and apprehensive about his participation with her collection of sexual wonders.

  “They’re in my duffle.”

  Travis climbed off the bed, heading straight for her bag.

  She sat up and pulled the baggy shirt she’d worn to bed off and shimmied out of her panties. Was that too forward? She didn’t think so, it was just being pragmatic. They were going to be naked so why not speed the process along?

  Bliss clutched the pillow to her chest and watched him examine the contents of several pink drawstring bags. Pink was a safe color. Most of the time.

  He selected three and left the rest on the dresser.

  A promise for later?

  Her body hummed with anticipation.

  Travis crossed to her side of the bed and tossed the three bags onto the nightstand. He grabbed her pillow-shield, tugged it from her grasp, and deposited it behind her. In the blink of an eye she was flat on the mattress, his weight pressing her down once more, his mouth on hers. This time it wasn’t gentle or kind, it was hungry.

  She rolled her hips and hooked a leg over his waist, undulating against him. His erection strained the front of his cotton boxers at just the right angle.

  Travis growled something incoherent and sat up, grabbing one of the pouches on his way. She was left breathless, spread eagle on the bed with him kneeling between her thighs. This was usually the moment where she would have a bit of fluttering in her stomach, some worry about her body or scaring him away, but not this time. It was just—perfect. They were exactly who they were supposed to be together, and nothing about this moment was wrong.

  He reached into the long pouch and drew out a curved, magenta dildo with V-styled ridges circling its girth.

  That one.

  Of course it would be that one.

  She ran her toes up his calf.

  “Should I know anything?” he asked.

  She shook her head. Usually she’d need a bit of lube, but not right now. She’d gone from dry to wet in an instant.

  “What do you like about it?” He turned the dildo this way and that.

  “It’s good for g-spot orgasms. And I like the girth.” The last bit she managed o get out without stammering. It was awfully pretty and just different enough that it stood out in her collection. But in the girth and length department she was pretty sure Travis won out.

  He stared at the toy a few more moments, his brow wrinkled, as if he didn’t know which end went in her.

  She wrapped her hand around the base and tugged it from his grip. Some guys liked to watch, right?

  Bliss closed her eyes, conscious of the blush creeping up her neck. She reached down, but Travis hands were there already. He spread her open while she guided the head of the dildo to her entrance. Her nerves were wound up just enough that she felt her body resist the tapered dildo.

  Deep breath.

  She slid the end in and out, keeping the strokes steady and slow. The ridges teased her vaginal walls. Travis’ hand covered hers and the angle changed, rubbing the front of her channel. She gasped at the shift in sensations and curled her toes, giving control of the toy up to him.

  This.

  This was what it could be like.

  13.

  Travis stared, entranced by the sight of Bliss’ body taking the dildo. The silicone glistened with her arousal, and already she was making all those little sounds that drove him crazy. Her feet rubbed on the sheets, her hands fisting them. He didn’t mind her eyes being closed. At least if he made a mistake she wasn’t watching him do it.

  The toy was harder than he’d expected, which made gripping it easy. He slid the full length of it inside of her, right up to the flared base. Her hips came up off the mattress and she gasped.

  Had he found the spot?

  He pumped the toy, slow and easy, fascinated by the way her body stretched around the oddly shaped dildo. It was fucking hot.

  “Travis.” She hissed and peered up at him through narrow slits.

  The goal wasn’t to make her come. At least not yet. He wanted to...play with her. This wasn’t just about scratching a sexual itch. Of course he wanted to spend a day inside of her, but there was also something far more intimate in this act. Plus, the idea of making her come over and over again had plenty of appeal.

  He’d show her just how generous he could be in bed.

  He continued lazily stroking her with the dildo with one hand and upended another, smaller pouch onto the bed. The small bullet was nothing like what she’d shown him their first night, but it was perfect for what he wanted to do. He’d had nothing but time to consider.

  Bliss’s hips undulated, her motions faster, far more intent than his. He let the dildo slide from her pussy and tossed it a few feet over.

  “No,” she wailed.

  He braced an arm across her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her, and twisted the bullet on. The second he touched her mound with it she shrieked and her knees clamped down on his shoulders. He watched in fascination as her spine bowed and her body shuddered.

  Damn.

  He hadn’t even touched her clit or anything.

  Her body went slack and he removed the tiny vibrator. He hadn’t realized how much stimulation the dildo had provided. Clearly he had a lot to learn about sex toys and Bliss’ body.

  He was about to become the most dedicated student.

  Travis turned the vibe off and crawled up her body. She looped her arms around his neck and hauled him down, wrapping her legs over his hips and kissing him deeply. He rolled them to their sides and kissed her back.

  He’d made her that crazy. He’d pushed her to orgasm.

  It was a surprisingly satisfying accomplishment.

  Bliss reared back, wiggling out of his hold. He let her go, but instead of taking off for the bathroom, regrouping, or anything he’d expected, she slithered down his body, yanking his underwear down in the process.

  “Wow, Bliss....”

  He rolled to his back and stopped talking. There was something about a naked woman with intent in her eye. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch.

  She stripped his underwear off him and straddled his thighs. God, she was amazing. He hated the dark bruises dotting her flesh, but she’d overcome them. There would be time
to address the rest of it. She grabbed the bullet he’d discarded and twisted it on.

  “What are you going to do with that?” He eyed the vibrator with apprehension.

  “You’ll see.” She grinned at him and bent until her ass was in the air and her elbows pressed into the mattress.

  He wasn’t sure he wanted to see anything except her ass. Damn but he liked her butt. It was round and just right for his hands.

  Bliss fisted his cock in a firm grasp. Nothing tentative or unsure about that. She slid her palm up and down his erection before licking up the underside, right along the vein that throbbed.

  “Oh, fuck,” he muttered and thrust up into her grasp.

  She placed the bullet just under the mushroom cap. He gasped, his hips shooting up off the mattress. The vibrator rubbed the length of his cock. It was weird. The sensations were arousing but also fairly...ticklish. He jerked his hips back and forth, the muscles in his shoulders and neck tightening.

  “Breathe,” Bliss whispered.

  He had a vague impression of her grinning at him, and her breasts resting on his thighs.

  She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. The wet heat of her mouth against his sensitized dick was amazing. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she went to town twisting, licking, and sucking him.

  Her hand cupped his balls and the bullet pressed right between his testicles.

  He shouted and thrust far harder than he’d ever intend into her mouth. One hand wound up in her hair, the other in the sheets. His vision hazed, and he had the sensation of everything whizzing by, like they were on a bullet train.

  Bliss sat up, breathing deep, and turned the vibrator off. Her chin was damp and a bit of his seed coated her lips.

  He sat up and glanced at his still-erect dick.

  “Did I come?”

  “Uh, yeah.” She chuckled and swiped her hand across her mouth.

  “God damn.”

  BLISS SMOTHERED HER chuckle behind her hand.

  Oh man, he looked so confused. It was rather adorable.

  “How am I still hard if I just came?”

  She tracked his gaze to his erect penis. It hadn’t softened much, if at all.

  “Some guys can come more than once.”

  “Is that natural?”

  “Yeah,” she chuckled.

  “Oh. Okay. Cool.” He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her up the bed and into his arms.

  She giggled, relishing the feeling of being manhandled. This was a first. She’d never thought the idea of being tossed around in bed was that great, but with Travis? She could become a fan.

  Travis kissed her briefly while he hauled them both up to their knees. He pushed her forward and she grasped the headboard with both hands.

  Things went flying from the bottom of the bed until she heard a very familiar crinkling sound.

  Oh, yes! She gave a mental cheer and peered over her shoulder in time to watch him roll the condom on. He caught her gaze and her grin widened.

  He palmed her bottom with both hands, leaning over her. She could feel the press of his cock against her ass.

  “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this ass?”

  Her breath caught in her throat. He’d been thinking about her? For as long as she’d wanted him?

  “The second you walked out of that police station, fuck, I knew I wanted you.”

  He pulled back and the next thing she felt was the thick, blunt head of his cock. Unlike the dildo, he was warm, but just as unyielding. The teasing he’d given her earlier just wasn’t enough. She wanted him to pound into her, make every fiber of her body feel.

  She pushed back, impaling herself on him. A groan escaped her lips. He thrust and she dug her nails into the headboard. His arm circled her waist, holding her up or captive, she didn’t know yet. He worked himself in and out, slowly, but she could feel his control eroding.

  “Travis.” She tossed her head back. “Fuck me.”

  “Like this?” He put real force behind it, enough to rock her forward and make the bed shudder.

  Electric tendrils of lust snaked through her body.

  “Yes,” she shouted.

  He wrapped one hand around her throat, but didn’t squeeze. It was almost tender, the way he braced part of his hand against her chest.

  Again he thrust, each pass of his cock branding her body as his. She moved with him, but it was mostly his contained power pumping into her, touching her in a way no toy would. There was no replacement for the feel of him inside of her or how he stirred her heart.

  “Oh, Travis.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder as her body gave itself over to the orgasm. Her muscles went lax, and he held her, supporting her weight as he fucked the daylights out of her.

  She held onto the headboard until he shouted and stilled, clutching her to his chest.

  “That was fucking amazing.” She panted and kissed his hand.

  Her heart was doing weird things in her chest. Things she didn’t have a name for, yet.

  14.

  Travis focused on keeping his breathing even in an attempt to lower his heart rate.

  He’d basically told Bliss he’d marry her.

  What was he thinking?

  He wasn’t. That was the problem. He’d been half awake and horny, so he’d said whatever it took to get in her panties.

  A small voice deep down inside whispered, Liar.

  It was almost seven. He could probably slip out, book a flight home, and be gone by noon. With a little distance between them, he was sure they’d both come to their senses. It was the right thing to do. Falling for a client never went well, and Bliss didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She could spout the nice line about accepting him for who he was all she wanted. Until the ugly reality set in. Life with him would never be easy.

  He plugged his proverbial ears to keep from the chant of Liar out of his conscious thoughts.

  The phone on the nightstand vibrated.

  This was his opportunity.

  He gently rolled her to her side, off his arm, and snagged the phone.

  “Mm, Travis? What’s wrong?” She blinked up at him, not even fully awake.

  “Office. Go back to sleep.” He hit the Answer button, grabbed his shorts and headed for the hall. “What’s up?”

  “Damn, I thought you’d be up,” Gavin said.

  “It’s been a long couple of days. What’s up? Find Daniel?” Travis pulled the shorts up and took the stairs down to the ground floor.

  “No, man. Boss wanted me to see if you had Ethan’s hospital records. They didn’t come back with him.”

  “Mason has those.” He peered out the window, looking first for the cops stationed at the end of the street. Not a soul was up yet.

  “Oh, right, right. I guess he will come by today sometime then. Cool. Enjoy Vegas.”

  “Hey, Gavin, wait.” Travis glanced over his shoulder, up the stairs. “Can you get me a flight back to base this morning?”

  “Dude, seriously? I thought the boss was clearing you—”

  “Yes or no?”

  “Yeah, I can handle it, or I can pass it over to Ops. Actually, it’ll be faster if I do it. You want the aisle, right?”

  “Yeah. Thanks, man.”

  “See ya soon.”

  Travis hung up and blew out a breath.

  Part of him wanted to crawl back in bed with Bliss, keep the lie of a future going a little while longer, but he couldn’t do that.

  Liar.

  He turned the coffee pot on and tossed a breakfast burrito in the microwave.

  There were cops and the FBI here to take care of her. Chances were, they’d reunite her with her sister, parents or both, and his presence would be completely pointless. It wasn’t as if he’d done anything useful since finding her, and in truth, all he’d done was get Ethan hurt and waste a lot of Mason’s time.

  “What’s going on?” Bliss
descended the stairs, her steps lagging and her eyes still heavy with sleep.

  “Work. They need me to get back today.” The lie slid out, cold and hollow, but until they were back to being rational he would tell her whatever he needed to.

  “Oh. Today? Like, right now?”

  “Yeah, afraid so.”

  “Hey, will you stop for a second and look at me?” She grabbed his hand and tugged him to face her.

  He needed to set her straight, for both their sakes.

  Liar.

  Travis looked down at her tousled hair, her lips still swollen from last night. She’d put his shirt on, which he didn’t want to think too much about.

  “I’m not sure this is going to work, Bliss. I’ve been going over it in my head and...I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

  Liar, liar, pants on fire.

  “Wait, what do you mean?” She snatched her hand back.

  “I mean us.” He leaned against the counter, gripping the edge to keep from grabbing her and taking it all back. What the hell was wrong with him. “What are we going to do? Spend a weekend a month together? I can’t be tied down with too many responsibilities away from the job.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am.”

  Liar!

  “Your job means that much to you?”

  “I don’t have to explain it to you.” He grit his teeth.

  A job didn’t keep him warm at night or kiss him or make him feel like she did.

  Bliss took a step back, her mouth working soundlessly.

  LIAR!

  He winced, both because that voice was right and—he didn’t want to hurt her. But one way or another, he would. There wasn’t a good thing about him, and the faster she learned that, the better. It would hurt her a lot less now than a year or five down the road, after they’d made all the mistakes and left all the scars that would never heal.

  His phone beeped. Gavin was good. His flight information was all there in a nice, neat text. At least with work he knew where he stood, how to operate. He’d die if he stayed on with Aegis for the rest of his life. It was just a matter of time until he caught the right bullet in the wrong place. If he left Aegis, there wasn’t anything for him in the civilian world. He couldn’t support her, much less himself.