Within half an hour, she rejoined the others in the living room. She gave goodbye hugs to Donald and Sophie, saw them to the door, and then watched as they pulled out of the driveway.
“Wonder why Sullivan was in such a hurry to leave?” Kyle reset the security system and followed her back to the living room. “I would have thought it’d be safer to wait until daylight.”
“He’s pretty fanatic about not letting Sophie get involved in agency business. I’m guessing she promised him she’d leave as soon as she knew I was okay.”
“Has he ever used this place for a safe house before?”
“Never. He’s always been adamant about security, but also about keeping this little family hideaway private. I’m sorry he’s compromising the location now, but I’m sure glad to be here.”
“They seem devoted to you.”
“They’re the best. I don’t know what I would have done without them when my folks were killed. They could never legally adopt me since I’d been declared dead, so they had to create a whole new identity for me. They gave me their name along with their unconditional love and support.”
“Not to mention risking his career if anyone learned what he’d done.”
“That, too,” she said.
Kyle moved to the fireplace and leaned an arm across the mantel. “Have you spent a lot of time here with them?”
Rianna perched on the arm of the sofa, near him, yet not touching. “Donald calls it our ‘summer place,’ but we sometimes spent the holidays here, too.”
“They don’t have any children of their own?”
“No, Sophie says they were always too wrapped up in their careers to take the time. She’s a university professor and they had decided against having children, until I got dumped on their doorstep. I was a confused, traumatized teenager, so it took more than the usual parenting skills to straighten me out. They’re pretty special people.”
“They obviously love you.”
Rianna nodded, but wasn’t sure she wanted to discuss that particular emotion. “I can’t believe you were jealous.” She dared to tease, grinning at him. “Did you really think I’d have one lover deliver me into the arms of another?”
Kyle held her gaze. “I wasn’t thinking with my head,” he admitted, giving her a look so hot that it seared her.
She wanted to know if he’d been thinking with his heart or his hormones, but she didn’t have the courage to ask. Instead, she rose and moved closer to him. He’d showered, shaved and dressed in a borrowed white T-shirt and black sweatpants.
Donald had never looked so good in either.
The shirt molded to Kyle’s well-toned chest and hugged his lean, ridged stomach. The pants hung low on his hips, tightening over his strong, muscled thighs. Just the sight of him excited her, making her body tingle with anticipation.
As she drew closer, his arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist, drawing her against him. She flattened her hands on his chest, and then flexed her fingers, kneading him as a cat would do through the thin cloth.
“I’m starving for a kiss,” he drawled, his gaze meeting with hers as his head slowly lowered. “Everybody’s been getting them except me.” His tongue flicked out, bathing her lips with warmth and eliciting mewing encouragement from Rianna.
“Poor guy,” she murmured, her breath mingling with his. He smelled of rich, dark coffee. “I’ll have to see what I can do about that.”
Next he nibbled at the corner of her mouth, and she slid her arms around his waist, rocking closer. Then his tongue bridged the barrier of her teeth. She moaned, leaning into his strength as her tongue slid against the hot length of his.
He plundered her mouth, making her weak with need. She felt the evidence of his arousal against her stomach and arched into its hard strength. Kyle made a husky noise of approval, so she continued to rub against him with rhythmic, coaxing pressure.
He raked his hands through her hair, clutching her head and tilting her mouth to fit more tightly against his own. Then he kissed her with steadily escalating passion. Deep, wet, drugging kisses that made her bones melt and her body turn liquid with desire. Primitive hunger erupted between them, so hot and fierce that they had to break apart to level some control.
“Damn, all I have to do is kiss you, and I start spiraling out of control,” Kyle grumbled against her mouth, his breath coming in harsh pants.
“No complaints from me,” she whispered, licking his lips with the tip of her tongue.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “I want to take my time with you tonight.”
“I thought we did that last night.”
“No,” he argued. “You had your way with me last night. Tonight, I plan to have my way with you.”
“Mmm…sounds fascinating,” she said, bringing her hands up to cup his face. Their gazes locked, and she thrilled at the desire swirling in his eyes. “Couldn’t we do both?”
“Both what?”
He seemed momentarily distracted by the curve of her cheek, planting a row of kisses along her jaw until she captured his wandering lips with her own. She couldn’t get enough of him. She’d thought the need would abate once they’d become lovers, but it just kept sharpening.
“Couldn’t we have it both ways?” she murmured against his mouth. “Hard and fast, then slow and easy?”
Her bold query had Kyle groaning and clutching her tighter. “Careful, beautiful, or you’ll throw a monkey wrench into my well thought-out plans,” he accused.
Rianna kissed him until they were both breathing faster. Kyle’s hands convulsively stroked her back, and then slid to her hips. He grasped her buttocks, gathering handfuls of her gown and pulling her closer.
When they drew apart to gasp for air, he speared her with a dark, turbulent gaze. “Are you wearing anything under this gown?”
“Not a thing,” she confessed, clinging to his shoulders. Her breasts were achy, so she rubbed them against his chest while arching her hips against his groin.
Kyle’s big hands slid to her thighs, and he lifted her. Rianna wrapped her legs around his waist, straining for closer contact with the part of him that would make them one again.
“Easy.” His command was rough with desire. He rocked his hips against the cradle of her body, and then swallowed her moan of pleasure.
Rianna gasped at the exquisite pleasure of being so close to him, his strength and heat. She took his tongue deeply into her mouth and continued to rub herself against him. He was carrying her to her room, but she didn’t want to wait. She wanted him right now.
“Hard and fast,” she said on her next gasp of air.
“Slow and easy.” His mouth found the pulse at her neck. He sucked deeply, making her blood run even hotter.
“I can’t stand it,” she whimpered, arching her head back as his kisses poured over her neck and chest.
Kyle didn’t respond. His mouth was too busy burrowing under the neckline of her robe and gown, suckling and seeking like a baby. Rianna brought one hand to her robe and started unfastening buttons. She wanted his mouth on her breasts.
“Stop,” he insisted gruffly. They’d made it to her room where she’d left the bedside lamp burning. Kyle kicked the door shut, and then slowly lowered her to the bed.
She tried to pull him over her, but he resisted.
“I’ll take care of these,” he said, reaching for the tiny pearl buttons. Then, one by one, he slid them out of the holes.
Rianna decided that there was no sense trying to hurry him. She went still except for the heaving of her chest, and watched, fascinated, as he slowly undid her robe. He pushed the sides open and then watched as her breasts swelled against the thin fabric of the gown.
Her breathing grew more ragged as his eyes dilated with hot desire. Her nipples tightened wantonly, and a low groan rumbled from his chest. He reached out to cup both breasts in his hands, using his thumbs to stimulate them even more. Rianna cried out as tension coiled from her breasts to her womb.
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When he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, she arched against him in demand. His caress dampened the thin fabric and heightened her pleasure. Then he grew impatient with the barrier and slowly stripped off her robe and gown. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction when she lay naked before him. The brush of his gaze over her body made her flesh tingle and her pulse race even more.
Rianna reached out and beckoned him back into her arms. He leaned over her, but wouldn’t be hurried. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he lapped it with his tongue while fondling the other breast with his palm.
She sunk her fingers into the thickness of his hair and held him close as pleasure coursed through her body. Impatient, she began to writhe against him and coax him with hungry little sounds that expressed her growing need.
“Slow and easy,” he mumbled, sliding down her body to press wet kisses across her ribs, then her stomach.
Rianna clung to his hair, her body growing increasingly tense as his caresses dipped lower. Then he was sliding back over her and taking her mouth with a new surge of passion. She held his face in her hands while they shared more long, breathless kisses.
Kyle continued to stroke his hands down her sides to her legs. When one hand strayed to the apex of her thighs, she gasped and stiffened. He drew back slightly and gazed into her eyes.
“Let me love you,” he begged huskily.
Rianna could barely nod, but when he touched her again, she felt the caress from head to toe. She began to tremble.
“Kyle!” Her cry was an urgent plea of surprised need. His fingers were hard and hot, probing sensitive flesh no man had ever touched.
“Feel good?” he whispered, locking gazes with her and demanding a response.
Feeling raw and exposed, she closed her eyes to keep him from seeing the vulnerability, but she nodded.
Then his mouth fell to her breast again. The combined caresses had her quivering so badly that she craved release. When his loving pushed her higher, she reached out frantically to strip off his shirt. She wanted him as naked and needy as she.
Chapter 11
Kyle halted the sensual assault long enough to move off the bed, quickly shed his clothes and grab a condom. Rianna opened her eyes and watched him bare his broad chest, then his lower body, exposing a jutting arousal that made her gasp.
She reached for him, but he grabbed her hands and pressed them to the bed on either side of her head. He stole another long kiss and began his loving all over again. All she could do was clutch his head as he alternately licked each of her nipples.
A tremor shot through her when he kissed her stomach, and then he was sliding lower in the bed, moving his hot kisses to even more sensitive areas. At the first touch of his mouth, she cried out again, arching her hips off the bed and pressing herself against his face.
Kyle grasped her thighs and held her close while he slowly explored her most sensitive flesh. The intimacy of his caresses stole her breath and shot fire through her body. A tremor shook her, followed by another and then another, coming harder and faster than she could draw in air and prepare for them.
She cried his name, her fingers digging into his hair in an attempt to stop the onslaught. She wanted him over her and in her, but he would not be hurried. When the climax finally hit her, she screamed his name in a long, low wail as heated pleasure swept her body.
Then it was all she could do to draw in a breath. Her lungs were on fire, her chest rising and falling with the effort to drag in air. Her toes were tightly curled and the rest of her body depleted. She felt limp and washed out, but still Kyle didn’t stop his ardent loving.
He began kissing his way back up her body, over her quivering stomach, to each of her breasts, to her throat and finally to her mouth. When he’d moved above her again, she latched on to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and holding him close as she silently, but passionately, thanked him for his loving with hard kisses.
She felt his arousal pressing against her hip and savored a renewed rush of desire. Sliding her hands down his body, she cupped his buttocks in her hands and massaged the tight flesh until he was moaning into her mouth. Then she wiggled beneath him until their bodies were once again aligned.
She could feel him pressing against her and shifted her legs wider to accommodate him. Then she pulled in a breath as he completed the union with one strong, sure stroke. Her body came alive with excitement and renewed desire.
Rianna shifted slightly to accept him more fully, then cupped his face in her hands. She stroked his cheeks, her gaze adoring. They stared into each other’s eyes as he began the slow, steady dance of love in an ancient rhythm that would bring them ultimate satisfaction.
Soon they were scaling the heights together, each lost in the other as they shuddered to a climax that went beyond physical satisfaction to something much more intense and soul rending. Their hoarse cries of completion echoed in the silence of the room as Kyle’s full weight collapsed on her.
Even though Rianna was struggling for each puff of air, she welcomed his weight, wrapping her arms tightly around him and holding him close. She relished the aftermath of their loving as their chests heaved, their bodies still intimately entangled.
In another minute, Kyle took his weight on his forearms and lifted his chest from hers, allowing them both a little freer breathing. He looked into her eyes again, delving into her soul. She wasn’t sure what he hoped to see there.
I could fall desperately in love with you!
The words reverberated in her head, but she didn’t say them out loud. The thought was still too new and too incredibly frightening. She perversely wanted Kyle to say the words to her, yet feared saying them to him. She waited, wondering if he expected her to proclaim her feelings.
When they could breathe again, she finally broke the silence with a gentle taunt. “If that was slow and easy, why am I sweating?”
His husky male laughter filled the room. Rolling onto his side, he pulled her across his chest. Then he smoothed her damp hair behind her ears, continuing to study her features with his warm gaze.
“You’re incredible,” he insisted, his voice thick. “And you make me feel incredible. Sweat and all.”
“You’re the one who’s incredible,” she teased, stroking his face with gentle fingers. “All I did was enjoy.”
Laughter rumbled from his chest again, and she loved the feel of it against her breasts.
“Glad to be of service, ma’am,” he replied, brushing a soft kiss across her lips, then pulling her head down to his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to exhaust you. I planned to do all the work, but I got a little carried away.”
“Okay by me,” she mumbled against his damp skin.
“You’ve had a rough few days, and I haven’t been letting you recuperate. Didn’t that ER doctor advise against too much strenuous exercise?”
“Hmm…” Rianna practically purred as she snuggled against him. “What’s he know? I’ve never felt better in my life.”
She felt the flexing of his chest muscles again, and delighted in the fact that she’d made him feel good, too. Heaven help her, but she was in way over her head. She loved everything about him.
“Are we going to sleep?” he asked once they’d both quieted.
“We’re just resting our eyes,” she mumbled, her whole body limp and lethargic. She couldn’t even lift her lashes.
“Does that mean we can make love again in a little while?” he teased, nibbling on her ear.
“Sure.” The word was slurred.
He continued to stroke her hair with one hand while caressing her back with the other. “Good, ’cause I really like making love to you.”
Rianna heard him, but couldn’t find the strength to respond. She drifted to sleep, feeling more safe and contented than she could ever remember.
He woke her near dawn, his hands and mouth at her breasts, his teeth and tongue plucking at her nipples. Desire flowed through her like lava, thick and aflame, stirring her senses
to a red-hot frenzy of need. He drove her to new heights before they sated themselves once again. Depleted, they fell into a deep, passion-drugged sleep.
The sun had neared its zenith by the time Rianna woke again. Kyle had rolled to one side of the bed. She watched him sleep for a long time, just savoring the sight of him. She felt tempted to wake him the way he’d done her, but decided he needed the rest. He’d had a busy night, and she had to go to the bathroom.
He was still sleeping soundly after she’d showered. She pulled on an old, faded blue T-shirt and matching gym shorts before leaving her room and heading for the kitchen. After making a pot of coffee, she waited for it to perk, and then carried a cupful into the living room.
The room was bathed in sunlight. She pulled back the drapes and opened the window a crack. It had rained sometime during the night, making the air clean and clear. Inhaling deeply, she took a minute to watch the birds at Sophie’s feeder and enjoy the uncomplicated normalcy.
Everything seemed quiet, but Rianna knew there was nothing uncomplicated or normal about her life, however much she’d like to wish for it. She needed to talk to Donald and see what was happening in D.C.
Perching on the edge of the sofa, she picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up after the second ring.
“Good morning, Mr. Deputy Director,” she teased him, using her private nickname.
“Good morning, Special Agent,” he teased back.
Rianna smiled. “Everything all right with you and Sophie?”
“Just fine. She nagged me all the way to the apartment last night, but I stayed tough. I refused to turn around and head back to the cabin, even though she came up with some pretty good reasons why we should.”
“She’s a woman of many skills.”
“You can say that again. After nearly twenty years of marriage, she’s pretty adept at using them on me.”
“And you love it.”
“Damn right.”
The deep satisfaction in his voice widened her smile.
“You sound pretty chipper this morning,” said Donald. “Get a good night’s sleep?”
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