Seized by Seduction--A Compelling Tale of Romance, Love and Intrigue

by Brenda Jackson

  Why was she still licking her lips? And the spoon? Had the soup been that good? “I’ll give you some more. As much as you want.”

  “You promise? As much as I want?”

  They were still talking about the soup, weren’t they? To be quite honest, he wasn’t sure. His erection evidently thought their conversation had shifted to something else, which would account for the way it was throbbing. “Yes, I promise to give you as much as you want,” he said.

  She eased her bowl and spoon aside and placed her elbows on the countertop while resting her chin on her clasped hands. The eyes that looked at him were so heated he almost felt scorched. “So tell me, Quasar, what do I need to do to get you naked?”

  If her question was meant to set off a keg of dynamite in his gut, then she succeeded. Rounding the breakfast bar, he turned the stool with her on it to face him and said, “Quiero follarte por todo la casa, en cada habitación y en cada posición conocida por el hombre y en posiciones que solo muy pocos hombres han probado alguna vez en una mujer.”

  A smile touched the corners of her lips. “Maybe I should have told you this sooner but just so you know, I speak fluent Spanish. That means I was able to understand all the words you’ve ever said.”

  He was surprised and a little chagrined. “I was wrong for not asking if you spoke Spanish and was wrong for assuming you didn’t. Like I said, I have a tendency to lapse into Spanish when I’m running on high emotions. And you, Randi Fuller, have the ability to bring out very high emotions in me. Some of which I’d never had to deal with before. In a way, I thought you were better off not knowing what I was saying.” He drew in a deep breath. “So now you know what I just said?”

  Blushing all over the place with eyes darkening with desire, she whispered, “Yes. You said that you wanted to eff me all over this house, in every single room and every position known to man and a few man might not have tried on a woman.”

  He moved a step closer to her, placed his hands on her thighs. He leaned forward, his mouth just inches from hers. “Yes, that’s what I said. In that case, Randi Fuller, do you still want me naked?”

  * * *

  EVEN MORE SO. “YES.”

  “Then undress me.”

  Randi had no problem doing that, although she’d never undressed a man before. She slid from the stool, causing Quasar to back up just a tad. She didn’t mind his closeness and liked having her body pressed to his, cradling his huge erection between her legs.

  She’d seen the flare of heat in his eyes the moment he’d turned from the stove. She’d also seen the erection pressing against his zipper. The man was incredibly well endowed, and last night she’d been the happy recipient of that endowment.

  Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his shoulder. Namely the gun in the holster. She’d been around guns. Owned a small-caliber handgun that she kept in her bedroom. She knew how to shoot, although she was far from being an expert. However, when it came to handling one, she preferred her much smaller one than the huge Glock he was packing.

  “I’ll let you remove that,” she said, pointing to his gun and holster.

  “No problem.” He took a few steps back, and she watched as he removed both from his shoulder and place them on the breakfast bar.

  She’d seen him use his gun yesterday morning. It was obvious he knew how to use a firearm. From the first she’d felt safe with him. He hadn’t ridiculed her for knowing how to defend herself like Larry had once done. Larry had somehow thought being a fifth-degree black belt lessened her femininity. Not Quasar. He’d complimented her on her skill and said he thought she’d looked sexy as hell while kicking her attacker in the balls.

  With his gun safely out the way, he retraced his steps to return between her parted thighs and wrap his arms around her waist. “Before you get started, I really need this,” he said, lowering his head and sliding his tongue in her mouth.

  He deepened the kiss, took her mouth with a greediness that almost brought her to her knees, would have had her sinking to the floor had he not been holding her around the waist. She heard all those lusty groans and goaded sighs coming from her. Quasar definitely had a way with his mouth, his hands, his body, and she loved whenever he used all three on her.

  He broke off the kiss and leaned in to lick the side of her face, right below her ear, and whisper in that husky voice that could make her wet, “I love kissing you. Your taste and your scent drive me wild, Randi.”

  If only he knew what his taste and scent did to her, as well. Whatever cologne he used was seductive as sin, and his taste was in a league all by itself. “You’ve had your kiss, Mr. Patterson. Now it’s my time to be in control,” she said, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. She took her time, loving how each open button revealed more of his hairy chest. A chest she’d rubbed her breasts against last night and in the wee hours of the morning. The contact had elicited sensations she’d barely been able to contain.

  When the last button had been undone, she pushed the shirt from his shoulders. Unable to help herself, she buried her face in his hairy chest, deeply inhaling the scent of him. The scent of man. But that wasn’t enough. She needed his taste, as well. Lifting her head, she used her tongue to lick around his jaw and the underside of his neck before tracing a path around his lips.

  “You’re killing me, you know.” He practically growled out the words.

  “I plan to keep you very much alive. There’s so much I intend to do to you.”

  “You’re testing my control, sweetheart.”

  Sweetheart? She tried not the let that term of endearment affect her but couldn’t stop it from doing so. She continued to lick around his mouth while lowering her hand to his zipper. Before easing it down, she cupped him through his jeans. “Mmm, big and hard,” she whispered while fondling him.

  He groaned, and she loved the sound. “I hope you’re enjoying this.” She really meant that. She wasn’t used to seducing a man, but more than anything, she wanted to seduce him.

  “You’re torturing me,” he accused her in a strained voice when she finally eased down his zipper and slid her hand beneath the waistband of his briefs.

  “Torture now, pleasure later. Isn’t that what you told me last night?”

  “I told you a lot of things last night,” he moaned.

  “Yes, you did. Some in Spanish and some in English. I must say the ones in Spanish burned my ears. I’m sure if you knew I understood what you were saying, you would have toned them down. Right?”

  Not giving him a chance to answer, she pulled her hand away. Glad she didn’t have to remove his shoes since he was in his bare feet, she crouched down and began tugging his jeans down his hips. He kicked them aside.

  Looking at him standing there in a pair of black briefs, she felt moisture gather between her thighs. He was such a sinfully built Adonis of a man. Staring at him, seeing his massive, swollen erection barely contained in his briefs, made her light-headed. Hard to believe she’d taken it into her mouth last night. Inside her body. Had even slid it back and forth on her chest between her breasts, loving the feel of it touching her there.

  “You do know that after last night it has your name all over it, right?”

  She smiled at that assertion, wondering if he realized he’d basically admitted she’d claimed that part of him. And she would again. “Glad to know I branded it. I hope you remember that, because I will.”

  She figured he hadn’t understood the full extent of what she’d meant when he replied, “Trust me, I’ll remember.”

  A part of her wondered for how long. Until they left LA to go their separate ways? Pushing that thought to the back of her mind, she took a step closer, crouched down in front of him. She began easing the briefs down his robust thighs and muscular legs.

  And just as she’d done with his chest, she buried her face in the hairy thatch surrounding his m
anhood, breathing his scent. She wasn’t sure what it was about Quasar’s manly aroma, but it only drove her to want him, all of him, every last inch. To taste. To touch. To devour.

  She wanted to touch him like she had last night. All over that huge penis, jutting proudly so close to her head. Tilting her face ever so slightly, she began stroking him with her tongue, gliding all over the engorged head and along the protruding veins.

  “Don’t think I can last much longer,” he said, and the words seemed forced from deep within his throat.

  “I promise to hurry,” she said, knowing she didn’t intend to do any such thing. “But dammit, Quasar Patterson, you taste so good.”

  And on that note, she slid him fully into her mouth.

  * * *

  HE WASN’T GOING to last.

  Quasar knew it and had tried to warn Randi, but she was intent on having her way with him. And now her way was literally driving him crazy. With a mind of their own, his hips began moving in a sinfully erotic motion as she continued to do all those naughty things to him with her mouth, while using her fingers to stroke his balls. And each time he tried pulling out of her mouth, she did something with her tongue to make him push back in. And those sounds she was making...it was as if having her mouth on him was supplying her with an overabundance of sexual energy.

  She was drawing everything out of him, and suddenly a rush of intense desire pushed him over the edge as primal need clawed his insides. He tried pulling out of her before he exploded. However, it was apparent she had other ideas and intended for that not to happen. He looked down and saw the way her head was bobbing up and down while he was fully planted inside her mouth.

  He made another attempt to tug away, but it was too late. Rapture tore into him, ripped through every part of his body like an explosion that splintered him in a thousand pieces. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, shouting her name as sexual pleasure consumed him. Like a flame it nearly burned him alive, making him groan over and over in raw primitive satisfaction.

  At some point she finally released him, and when he opened his eyes, she was there, back on her feet, standing in front of him and licking her lips. Too much. And he found himself being pushed over the edge again. Sweeping her off her feet, he set her on the table, then quickly removed her clothes. Reaching down, he grabbed his jeans from the floor to retrieve a condom packet. Tearing it open, he quickly sheathed himself.

  “Aren’t we going from room to room?” Randi asked.

  He shook his head as he moved toward her. “We’ll get there eventually. But I want you here. Now.”

  Grabbing hold of her legs, he gently drew her toward the edge of the table, widening the space between her thighs in the process. Then he reached out and slid his fingers between her feminine folds. He began stroking her, fondling her clit in a way that made her moan before tossing her head back to moan some more.

  “You have the ability to drive me crazy, Randi,” he said, leaning in and using his tongue to lick around her mouth, using the same measured tempo he was applying with his fingers.

  She felt his fingers replaced by the thickness of him as he slowly thrust inside her to begin hammering inside her mercilessly. She felt him lower her back on the table as he continued to pound inside her nonstop. Hammering deep with every hard, solid inch of him.

  Quasar held tight to her pelvis as unrestrained passion took over his body and mind. He could not recall ever being this ravenous with any other woman. Only with her. Whenever his shaft was inside her, he could feel her inner muscles clench him, milk him, pull everything he had out of him. As if she was priming him for the blastoff.

  He felt himself enlarge even more inside her, wanting her to feel the thickness of his hard length. He intended to brand her the way she’d branded him earlier. He would accomplish the deed with his tongue, his shaft, every tool a man possessed to leave his mark on a woman.

  Quasar wanted her to enjoy having him between her legs, just as much as he enjoyed being here. Her fingers were digging deep into his shoulders. He should have felt pain, but he felt a stimulation of every male cell in his body.

  He heard that little moan Randi gave when she was about to come, and it triggered something within him that made his balls detonate. There was no way to stop it from happening. He released a deep growl, and the sound seemed to deplete the air of oxygen at the same time pleasure ripped through his body.

  “Randi!”

  “Quasar!”

  Simultaneously, an explosion hit them both, shattering their world. The lower portion of Quasar’s body jolted, then bucked as he continued to hammer hard inside her.

  And then he was kissing her with an intensity that he couldn’t control when his body was bombarded by sensation after sensation. He pulled away enough to meet her eyes, and from the dark gaze staring back at him,he knew she’d felt those sensations, as well. The sexual chemistry that just wouldn’t dim, no matter how often they made love would always be there.

  Gathering her into his arms, he moved toward the bedroom.

  * * *

  SPECIAL AGENT WALLACE CONWAY checked his watch, unsure why he felt uneasy. He expected Levan to have knocked off the psychic by now. News of the hit should have spread around headquarters an hour or so ago. Had something gone wrong? He didn’t see how it could have when he’d given his cousin Dr. Fuller’s location.

  He glanced up when he heard the knock on his office door. Maybe this was it. Notification that something bad had gone down. That Dr. Fuller was dead.

  Wallace braced, knowing he needed to display a degree of empathy that he really didn’t feel. “Come in.”

  The door opened and Special Agent Riviera walked in, flanked by two agents he didn’t know. Their expressions were unreadable, which made uneasiness within him surge.

  “Jarez, you still here?” he asked Riviera, forcing a smile to his lips while rising to his feet.

  “Yes, I’m still here. And I’d like you to meet these two special agents from national headquarters. Special Agent Holiday and Special Agent Wells.”

  Wallace lifted a brow as he came around his desk. “All the way from DC? What brings you to LA?” he asked, shaking both men’s hands. Was he imagining it or did they not give him much of a firm handshake?

  “We’re following up on a lead,” the one named Holiday said.

  “A lead?” Wallace asked, trying hard to read the man.

  “Yes,” the one who’d been introduced as Wells responded. “We heard Levan Shaw was in the area.”

  Every nerve in Wallace’s body filled with alarm. “Levan Shaw,” he repeated. “The name sounds familiar, but I can’t recall who he is.”

  “Then let me help,” Riviera said. “For the past seven years, he’s topped our most wanted list. We almost had him in a human trafficking bust, but he got away. We suspected he had inside help but could never prove it. But we got him this time.”

  Wallace swallowed as he felt tension tighten his stomach. “He’s been captured?”

  “No,” Holiday said, looking straight at him without blinking an eye. “He refused to be taken alive.”

  A blinding flash of light streaked before Wallace’s eyes. “He’s dead?”

  “Yes.”

  He wasn’t sure which of the three men answered. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his cousin was dead. “I guess that’s good news. Was anyone hurt?”

  Agent Wells lifted a brow. “Anyone like whom?”

  Wallace shrugged. “Dr. Fuller and the agents protecting her.”

  Too late he realized his mistake when the three agents exchanged glances. Riviera asked, “What makes you think Shaw’s death has anything to do with Dr. Fuller?”

  Wallace wondered how he was going to talk his way out of this one. No doubt Riviera had figured out Levan had been tipped off by
someone. Otherwise, how would he have known where Dr. Fuller was being held? He eased a slow smile to his lips. “Lucky guess.”

  None of the men returned his smile. “We don’t think so. In fact, we know so, Wally,” said Riviera.

  Wallace chuckled, trying to dismiss the feeling of being cornered. “What are you talking about, Jarez? Of course it was a lucky guess. What else could it have been?”

  “Betrayal,” Agent Wells said in a voice shimmering with anger.

  Wallace frowned. “Betrayal? What the hell are you talking about? Look, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. I’m a damn good agent who wouldn’t betray anyone, especially the people I work with. Tell them, Jarez. We’ve been together for years. First in Knoxville and then here.”

  Jarez Riviera stepped forward. “Sorry, Wally. I can’t vouch for you. Dr. Fuller wasn’t at the safe house. We set a trap, and you took the bait.” Riviera swallowed, visibly enraged. “We’ve suspected you for a while but couldn’t prove anything until now. You betrayed every agent not only in this agency but also in every agency across the country. You not only harbored a fugitive who didn’t give a damn for human life but also told him about the safe house, knowing that when he went there to kill Dr. Fuller, it would put your fellow agents’ lives at risk.”

  Wallace pretended to be taken aback by the accusations. “Hold up. Wait a damn minute,” he said in an angry tone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re trying to pin something on the wrong man.”

  Agent Wells stepped forward. “You’ll have your day in court to tell that to a judge and jury. Special Agent Wallace Conway, you’re under arrest.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  QUASAR SLOWLY OPENED his eyes to the bright sunlight shining in through the window and the feel of the woman close beside him. Their limbs entwined, she was wrapped around him, and the feel of her velvety sex was pressed against his thigh. He immediately felt his own sex harden.

  After two straight nights of mindless and endless lovemaking, his desire for her hadn’t weakened one iota. If his goal had been to get her out of his system, all he was doing was embedding her deeper into it. He enjoyed making love to her and would do so morning, noon and night and anytime in between if given the chance.