“I don’t know.”
She sighed again. He ground his teeth. Just that breathy little sound of hers had his cock at almost half-mast.
“I thought we would just have to wait until we cleared airspace.”
“No. We have to stay hidden until we get out of this sector. They have a tendency to board ships to check them out, and Sterling doesn’t have the best of reputations.”
She snorted. The sound both aroused and irritated him. It was a strange and unpleasant mix for him. Women attracted him for a variety of reasons. Their looks, their brains, their pleasant personalities. Mila had the first two, but she failed miserably on the third. It didn’t seem to matter. As long as she was within ten feet -- no, twenty -- he was raring to go.
“Sterling has a reputation for being a fortune hunter. You don’t think they’ll try and search this ship?” Sarcasm laced her voice and irritated him even more. It sunk under his skin, itching him in so many different ways he wanted to scream.
Calling on all his control, he said, “Sterling explained that. He said this room is brand new. No one knows about it, even though he’s been using it for several months with no problem.”
He heard the scrape of the chair against the metal floor and the sound of her pants against the seat of the chair when she moved. He still didn’t look behind him. If he did, Hunter was positive they would fight. He didn’t have the energy. Each argument they had drew him closer to her. It was like some kind of sick, arousing, mating dance that pushed him closer to the edge of control.
Hunter prided himself on his control. Cool under pressure. He was well known within the Agency for it. Masters was known as the seducer. A man who could talk himself out of any situation, no matter how dire. Hunter was known for being cold-blooded and calculating, and for not batting an eye at killing for the job. Hell, it was the reason many called him “Ice” behind his back. Truthfully, he’d always been proud of that nickname.
And it was all going to hell, thanks to some five-foot-four, one-hundred-pound smart-ass.
“You know, you might have more friends if you weren’t so antisocial.”
He let that comment roll off his back. She was trying to get a rise out of him. He could tell it from the tone in her voice. Concentrating on the message he was sending, he tried to ignore the fact that they were stuck in the hidden compartment for at least an hour or two. There was no one shooting at them and dealing with each other would be dangerous.
“I don’t understand why you are the way you are. Your father is nice. Well, he was the couple of times I met him. He’s a gentleman.”
She had to pick the one thing he hated most to talk about. “I’m his bastard son, so I don’t know what you expected.”
There was a beat of silence, but he knew she wouldn’t let it go. “There’s a difference in being born a bastard and then living up to the name by your actions.”
He pushed send on the computer, then twirled the stool around to face her. She was frowning at him, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. A little wrinkle formed between her eyebrows.
“Mila, if you want a fight, pick someone else. I’m just not interested.” Which he knew was a lie he hoped she bought. Because, even now, even knowing that she was dangerous, he wanted to fight with her. And then he wanted to fuck her. A ball of heat coiled in his stomach, his fingers itched to slip off that suit and see just how soft her skin was.
She sniffed, then turned away to study an ezine someone had left on the table. “I’m not trying to fight with you. I’m trying to have a discussion about your personality, what little there is of it.”
“I have a personality.”
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, snorted, then returned her attention to the ezine. “No comment.”
“No, really, Mila, I want to know what you think.”
“No, really, Hunter. I’m not interested.”
She used the princess-to-peasant tone that grated on his nerves and had him on his feet and striding toward her. Before he could think, he had his hands on her arms and was pulling her out of the chair. It tumbled over behind her, crashing to the floor. He lifted her off the floor high enough so that they were face-to-face.
“You’re pushing your luck, woman. I’m trying to save us both from a lot of irritation, but you just have to keep pushing my buttons.” His voice had lowered to a threatening tone, one that usually had suspects pissing their pants. Instead, Mila just raised one eyebrow and said nothing. “I mean it, Mila. If you push me over the edge, there will be no coming up for air until I’ve had my fill.”
She smiled. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
“Both,” he muttered just before pulling her closer and pressing his mouth to hers.
Chapter Five
For a moment, Mila didn’t -- couldn’t -- respond. Her mind went completely blank, just for a split second. Then, in the next, a wave of heat shot through her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around Hunter and returned the kiss.
Oh, God, he tasted better the second time around. Hot, gooey fudge. Decadent, high calorie, and so completely bad for her. She couldn’t resist him any more than she could her favorite ice cream topping. At least she wouldn’t gain ten pounds with this treat.
Liquid heat gathered in her belly and then sank down to her pussy. The moment she moved against him, she felt his cock, thick and hard, and the thought of that slipping inside her pussy sent a gush of cream there.
Without breaking the kiss, Hunter stumbled over to the table and dropped her on the cold metal surface. He cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as he continued to devour her mouth. She moved her hands down his chest, past his abdomen, then around his waist and down to cup his ass.
He groaned against her mouth. The desperate sound spiraled through her, heating her blood to boiling. She protested when he pulled away from her, but then moaned his name as he kissed a hot wet trail to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. Even as her body shuddered, she was pushing her boots off, then circling his waist again with her legs.
One hand slid behind her to take her weight as he unzipped the front of her suit. He laid her on the table and then did ... nothing. She opened her eyes to find Hunter staring down at her.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
She’d been called beautiful many times, especially during sex. This time, it was different. Hunter’s harsh tone told her that the admission didn’t come easy to him. He reached out and pushed the black fabric aside to reveal more of her breasts. Her nipples tightened as he brushed the backs of his knuckles over the sensitive skin surrounding them.
“Like fine ivory. Porcelain.”
She looked down and watched as he cupped both of her breasts, his fingers spread out. She was struck by the contrast in their skin tones. Then, he squeezed, and she closed her eyes, moaning his name.
“Ahh, you like that, do you?”
He moved forward, dropping one hand to the table, taking her nipple between his fingers with the other. As he leaned closer, she drew in a deep breath, taking in the scent of him.
She could detect the musky undertone of hard-working male that mixed with the unique scent that was Hunter. She was sure she would recognize it anywhere. Hot, aroused male intertwined with something even more primal, something that spoke to her soul. Something that, no matter where she was, she would know instantly.
Mila figured if she had even a second to contemplate that thought, she would probably scare the hell out of herself. But the next instant his lips were on her skin, her breasts, and every other thought fled as pleasure spiked through her. He took her nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the tip, just lightly enough to drive her insane. She slipped her hands into his hair, her fingers threading through his dreadlocks.
He moved from one breast to the other as she tried to tighten her legs around him. Hunter had other ideas. Releasing her nipple, he stepped back from her. She opened her eyes just as he shoved the suit off her shoulders.
The next moment, he lifted her off the table, pulled the fabric free, and tossed it behind him.
When he put her back on the table, Mila shivered as her hot skin came in contact with the cold metal. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched as he picked up the chair she’d been sitting in earlier and placed it between her legs. Once he settled in it, he placed a hand on each thigh, spreading her legs wider. She liked the way his darker-toned hands looked against her skin.
He kissed her thigh, then said, “Well, what do you know? A real redhead, huh?”
She chuckled. “Your ability to piss me off and arouse me at the same time is amazing, Hunter.”
When he looked up at her, her breath caught in her throat. His lips curved into a seductive smile, his eyes darkened with desire.
“It seems we do have something in common.”
Her laugh ended on a moan when he bent his head and licked her slit. Hunter looked back up at her and licked his lips.
“Love, you even taste expensive.” She frowned at him, and he laughed. “You taste as sweet as a French pastry. Sweet, luscious, cream-filled decadence. I know I shouldn’t indulge, but damn, giving in feels so good.”
The words slid over her, his voice deepening with each word. Her nipples tightened further. Her heartbeat increased as every thought other than Hunter dissolved. Hunter leaned forward again, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Humming, he slipped his hands beneath her ass, lifted her, then took her in his mouth again. Another flood of cream filled her pussy as his tongue slipped inside her. With each thrust, her body wound tighter, racing to reach the pinnacle. But the moment she thought she would explode, he moved away. Before she could protest, he replaced his tongue with his finger.
He built the passion again, pushing her just so far, then pulling back. Then he added a second finger. Her body trembled, screaming for release.
“That’s it, Mila. I want to watch you come apart.” Passion had deepened his voice, his accent even more pronounced.
He placed his mouth on her again, as he continued to move his fingers. One lick against her clit pushed her until she catapulted over the edge, her body convulsing with her orgasm.
“Beautiful.”
As her body floated back down, Mila stretched. Every muscle in her body felt relaxed, satisfied. In fact, it was as if the tension of the past few weeks had been erased. When she opened her eyes, Hunter was standing. He grabbed hold of the waistband of his pants and opened them with a jerk. His cock thrust forward from a nest of black hair. A pearl of pre-cum wet the head of his shaft, the creamy color more pronounced against his dark brown skin.
Mila sat up and reached out, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. He bent his head back and groaned as she moved her hand up, swiping her thumb over the top. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she waited until he opened his eyes and then licked his cum off her thumb.
She hummed, then said, “Speaking of sweet cream filling ...”
His nostrils flared, causing her to laugh. Taking his cock in her hand again, she continued to stroke him, as she caressed his balls with the other. He allowed her only a few pumps before he moved her hands off him. Deprived of making him lose control, she shot him a dirty look.
“No, I want to be deep inside you when I come.”
She didn’t get a chance to argue with him, before he was pulling her off the table. He sat in the chair again and then placed her on his lap. Taking his cock in hand, he looked up to her. The heat, the wanting, the bare need she saw in his eyes caused her heart to flip-flop. Without breaking eye contact, she rose and slid down on his cock.
Oh, God. She closed her eyes as sweet pleasure stole through her. She couldn’t think of anything but the way it felt to have him inside her. Slowly she began to move, taking more of him in each time she descended.
His hand slid up her body, cupped the back of her head and then pulled her down, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. She could taste herself as she thrust her tongue between his lips. His hands moved to her breasts, teasing, caressing, then pinching her nipples. Another bolt of electricity lanced through her. Soon her rhythm increased, her body already coiling, racing toward another orgasm.
Suddenly he rose, dumping her back on the table, breaking the kiss, and thrusting into her high and deep. He pulled back out as she looked up at him, catching his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, Hunter thrust into her again. Her body exploded, breaking into a million shimmering pieces, this orgasm more powerful than her first. Hunter increased his momentum, and seconds later he followed her, her name on his lips as he pumped himself into her.
* * * * *
Hunter had never been so relaxed in his adult life. Every muscle felt loose and languid. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to move. Soon after they made love, Hunter had pulled Mila off the table, and down onto his lap as he sat in the chair. He knew he should be pissed at himself, but he felt too good to care at the moment. Even so, he knew it wouldn’t be long before Sterling popped in to give them the green light.
“Mila, love.”
She mumbled something, not opening her eyes, then snuggled closer. Her head rested just beneath his chin, her silky hair tickling his skin. Who would have thought the smart-ass liked to cuddle? But she did. The moment he’d pulled her off the table, she’d settled on his lap and promptly fallen asleep.
He really didn’t mind. For the first time since he’d run into her, Hunter had time to study an unanimated Mila. Without her mouth moving nonstop, he noticed the shape of her lips. The lower one curved out more than the top, creating a pouty look. They were soft pink, the perfect complement to her ivory skin. Her turned-up nose fit her personality, as did the dark lashes that surrounded those enormous green eyes.
That combination, along with her small stature, probably fooled a lot of people. His lips curved as he thought about his first impressions, and second ones. She might irritate the hell out of him, but she gave as good as she got.
Brushing her hair back, he leaned forward and nibbled on her ear. She squirmed and mumbled something again. Her arms slipped around his torso as she pressed closer. His cock, still inside her, hardened again. He kissed down the side of her neck, nipping at the tender skin. She moved again, more a swivel of her hips.
“Hmmm.” Her voice vibrated against his chest. “That feels good, Hunter.”
Irritated and aroused, he laughed. “I should have known you wouldn’t rest long.”
“I just needed a few minutes to recharge.” She squirmed and then giggled. “Apparently you did, too.”
She sat up, raised her hands above her head, stretching. It brought those beautiful breasts mouth-level for him. Hunter just didn’t have it in him to resist. He took one raspberry nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, then sucking hard. She moaned and began to move as her hands curved around the back of his head, holding him close.
Jesus, she felt good. Each time he slid into her, he thought he’d gone to heaven. Moist heat surrounded his cock, her muscles clasping him tighter than his own fist could. She moved slowly, going almost all the way down on his shaft, then lifting off again before he was satisfied. He growled in frustration as she continued her movements. It was sweet madness, and he could only take so much of it.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her fully down on his cock, and held her there. He looked up at her, and she smiled. Something moved within his chest, something he wasn’t completely comfortable with. Releasing her hips, he slid his hands up her body, into her hair. He pulled her closer, pressing his mouth to hers as she began to move. This time, though, urgency marked her movements, faster, deeper, more out of control. All the heat that had gathered in his stomach slid to his cock. The moment before he exploded, she came. All those tiny muscles in her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, pulling him deeper and draining him.
She collapsed against his chest. He ran his hand down her spine, and she shivered.
“Stop. It’s cold in here.”
“I’m not co
ld.”
“Of course not, you have clothes on. I’m naked.”
“Why, yes, you are, Ms. Simmons.”
She sat up and he groaned.
“Woman, I don’t have it in me to give you any more pleasure.” She lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. He laughed. “Okay, maybe. But Sterling is probably going to be here any minute. And while I won’t mind being known for my prowess, I thought you might get a little embarrassed.”
“Oh, okay, but wherever he stops next, you better prove your worth.”
He lifted her off him, setting her on the table. After righting his clothes, he watched her dress.
“I wish he was going straight to Earth, but he has a few stops on the way.”
She paused in zipping up her suit, but continued without comment.
“Mila, I told my father I would bring you back.”
She sighed as she hopped off the table. “Can’t you just tell him you found me, and I’m fine?”
“What are you hiding?”
“I have no idea what you mean, Hunter.”
In two steps he was standing in front of her. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her up. “I can’t believe this. We just got through making love, not once, but twice.”
She smiled at him, her dimples in full force, her green eyes sparkling. “And it was amazing.”
Momentarily, he was sidetracked by the dreamy look on her face and the way her voice had deepened over the words. He shook his head and then her.
“Don’t do that. I can’t think straight when you do.” She opened her mouth, but he continued on. “What I was saying is, I thought you could trust me.”
Her smile faded and, dammit, that guarded look came back in her eyes. “There are some things I can’t tell you, until I clear it with someone else.”
He dropped her arm and stepped back. “Don’t you understand that I can’t protect you if I don’t know what to look for?”
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