Word of Honor fr-7

by Radclyffe

  “Come inside. You look like you’re freezing.”

  “It took me a few minutes to make it onto the porch.”

  Emory closed the door and leaned back against it. “Really? So I’m not the only one who’s nervous?”

  “Not by a long shot.”

  Dana unzipped her jacket. Beneath it she wore a dark T-shirt tucked into her jeans. It was easy for Emory to see the curve of her breasts outlined by the tight material. Dana wasn’t wearing a bra, and that simple knowledge made Emory tighten inside. She pressed her hands flat against the door, willing herself to stay in place. Her mind couldn’t quite make sense of what she was doing, but her body labored under no such confusion. She wanted to touch Dana, everywhere. She remembered what Dana had said on the porch just a few hours before. I want to kiss you, everywhere. Imagining it, Emory grew wet. “I can’t believe I invited you to come to my cabin for sex.”

  Dana smiled crookedly. “You did, didn’t you.”

  Mutely, Emory nodded.

  “We don’t have to, you know.” Dana indicated her jacket. “Do you mind if I take this off?”

  “Of course not. There’s wine in the refrigerator. Some fruit and cheese too, compliments of the lodge. Would you like some?”

  Dana shrugged out of her jacket and hung it on a coat tree just inside the door. Closer now to Emory, she took her hand. Emory’s fingers were cold, despite the fact that the room was warm. The look in Emory’s eyes had gone from stark confusion to wary interest over the last few minutes. Better, but not anywhere near comfortable enough for them to do anything other than talk. “Let’s sit by the fire. I’m not hungry for anything except your company.”

  “You say the nicest things,” Emory whispered.

  “All true.” Dana drew Emory to the sofa in front of the fire and sat down, coaxing Emory to curl up by her side. She shifted until her back was in the corner and Emory reclined in her embrace. Dana wrapped her arms around her, both hands resting lightly on Emory’s midsection, and kissed her. “This is nice.”

  Emory threaded her arm around Dana’s waist and rested her head on Dana’s shoulder. She loved the way Dana’s body felt, hard and strong, but yielding in just the right way. They fit together effortlessly. She kissed Dana’s neck and felt her stiffen. “Don’t you like that?”

  “No, I do.” Dana swallowed and stroked Emory’s hair. “I like it a lot.” She turned slightly onto her side and stretched so they lay facing each other on the sofa. “Being close to you like this… I can’t think of much else except how good it feels.”

  “It feels good to me too.” Emory traced trembling fingers along Dana’s jaw. “I appreciate you not rushing me.”

  “Like I said, everything is negotiable.” Dana shifted, easing her leg between Emory’s thighs. Her stomach was tight with excitement and her clit ached. She struggled not to move, not to press herself against Emory. “We’ve done pretty well with the kissing so far. That would probably be safe.”

  “Oh, you think so?” Emory laughed shakily. “I never got excited lying next to a man this way. Not like I am now.” She caressed Dana’s back, then her ass. Her breath came faster as the surface of her skin became electric, her vision tunneling until all she saw was Dana’s face. “Kiss me, and we’ll see how long we last.”

  Not long, Dana thought, as she covered Emory’s mouth with hers. She teased with her tongue, sucked gently, licked the full, soft surface of Emory’s lips. Emory moved in her arms, unconsciously seductive, and Dana tightened her hold. Unwilling to break the kiss, even to breathe, she grew dizzy and desperate with need. Finally, she pulled away with a short gasp. “Time. I need a break.”

  “Why?” Emory’s eyes were cloudy, her face soft with arousal. She stroked Dana’s cheek before running her hand down the flat of Dana’s chest and cupping her breast through her T-shirt. Dana groaned and arched her back.

  “God, Emory, I’m so wound up. I can’t—”

  “I want to make love to you,” Emory whispered. “Can I do that? I think if I touch you, I won’t be so afraid.”

  Dana forced back her desire. “What are you afraid of?”

  “Of losing myself in this terrible need I have for you.”

  “Whatever you want, whatever you need,” Dana whispered. “We can stop now.”

  “Could you?” Emory asked urgently. “Because I can’t. I don’t want to. Will you let me touch you?”

  Dana nodded, knowing she was already lost.

  “In the bedroom. I want to be able to see you, touch you.” Emory pushed Dana away gently. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

  Dana stood, her legs unsteady. When Emory rose, she circled her shoulders, and Emory grasped the back of her jeans. Together they walked to the bedroom. Emory turned on a lamp on the dresser.

  “Should I take off my clothes?” Dana asked.

  Emory pulled down the covers, then, with her eyes on Dana, she lifted her sweater over her head and let it fall. She wore nothing beneath it. “Come here.”

  Dana obeyed, her gaze lifting from Emory’s softly swaying breasts to her face. “God.”

  Smiling, Emory gripped Dana’s T-shirt and pulled it from her jeans. When the backs of her fingers brushed Dana’s stomach, Dana moaned. Emory looked down, surprised to see Dana’s hands clenched at her sides. “What’s wrong?”

  “Don’t you know how beautiful you are? I want to touch you.” Dana’s voice was hoarse, strained with the effort to contain her surging arousal.

  “Then you should.” Emory lifted Dana’s hands to her breasts. When Dana’s fingers closed around her, she tilted her head back and sighed. “I love the way your hands feel on me. I fantasized about your fingers on my nipples, squeezing th—” She groaned when Dana did. The faint roughness of Dana’s skin was exactly as she’d imagined. “Yes. Like that.” She leaned heavily against Dana as her arousal spilled from her. “But you can’t do that to me any longer. I’ll get too excited and forget what I’m doing.”

  With a choked groan, Dana dropped her head to Emory’s shoulder, dragging her hands down to Emory’s waist. “I’m not sure how long I can take this, Emory. If I touch you again, I won’t be able to stop.”

  “Just a little while. Just be patient a little while.” Emory ran her hands up and down Dana’s back, tracing the hard muscles along either side of her spine. Then, pulling back just enough to get her hands between them, she unzipped and unbuttoned Dana’s jeans and pushed them down. Dana was nude beneath these too, and discovering it, Emory gave a small cry of pleasure. “I love your body.”

  “I don’t usually come easily,” Dana confessed, “but right now I feel like—I’m on the edge, Emory.”

  “Whatever happens, it’s all right,” Emory soothed, rubbing the back of Dana’s neck. She kissed her and felt Dana quiver against her. It was heady, knowing she could do this to her. She probed her mouth, slowly and thoroughly, until they were both shuddering. Then she stepped back, opened her slacks, and swept the remaining barriers away. “Your jeans. Take them off.”

  Within a minute, they were both naked. Emory climbed under the covers. “Lie down with me.”

  When Dana stretched out beside her, Emory propped herself up so she could take her all in. Long waist, lean legs, small breasts. Her body was strong, hard, essentially female. She brushed her fingers over Dana’s stomach and marveled when her body tightened like a bowstring. “Are you very excited?”

  “Oh yes.” Dana clutched the sheets with her left hand and gripped Emory’s shoulder with the other. “If you touch anywhere near my clit, I’m going to come.”

  “What do you like?”

  Dana gave a strangled laugh. “Right now? Anything.”

  “I’ll rephrase. What would you like me to do right now?”

  “Lie on top of me,” Dana whispered. When Emory did, Dana wrapped her arms around her and tilted her hips so that Dana’s leg rested against her center. “Oh yeah. That’s good.”

  “Mmm.”

  Emory kissed her, rocki
ng indolently in the curve of her pelvis, their breasts gliding together. Dana skimmed her palms up the outside of Emory’s torso, feathering her fingers over the outer curve of her full breasts. Emory moaned and drove her hips harder between Dana’s legs. The alternating pressure and relentless friction pushed Dana higher. She wanted to let go, needed to let go, but more than that, she wanted Emory to have whatever she wanted. Dana dragged her mouth away. “You feel so good. You’re going to make me come like this.”

  “I want to see you first.” Emory braced herself on her arms, then pushed down on the bed until she was between Dana’s legs.

  Dana would have objected to the sudden absence of that hot mouth on hers, the sweet torment of Emory’s hands, if she hadn’t felt the warm rush of Emory’s breath between her legs. She’d never had a woman take her this way, so slowly, so simply, so thoroughly. When Emory stroked her finger between her legs, she cried out. “Oh God. Don’t touch me. Emory. Don’t.”

  Emory laughed. “I most certainly intend to touch you.” Attentive to the desperate tenor of Dana’s voice, Emory shifted her fingers away from the one spot she most wanted to caress. Dana was hard and swollen and more beautiful than she had ever imagined. She trailed her fingertips up and down the crease between Dana’s thigh and her center, inches from where Dana pulsed and trembled. Emory wanted her in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Fiercely, wildly. Pressing her palms to the insides of Dana’s thighs, she pushed, spreading her legs, opening her. Dana groaned and lifted her pelvis, beckoning.

  Ever so carefully, Emory brushed a kiss over Dana’s clitoris.

  Dana’s body spasmed. “I won’t last.”

  “Can you make it to ten?”

  “I don’t think so,” Dana gasped. “I almost came then.”

  “It’s all right, if you have to.” Emory kissed her again, a little more firmly, but still fleetingly. Dana clutched her shoulder, and Emory sensed that Dana wanted to force her mouth down on her. She loved Dana’s restraint almost as much as she wanted to break it. She licked her, and Dana tried to twist away. She held her legs more firmly and licked her again.

  “God,” Dana cried out, her hips rising. “You have to make me come. Emory, please.”

  “Mmm.” Nearly blind, barely breathing, Emory sealed her mouth around Dana’s hard length and slowly, tenderly sucked. Dana jerked against her mouth and grew even harder between her lips.

  “Oh, yes.” Dana’s voice broke.

  Emory concentrated intently, imprinting every tremor, every cry, every twist and turn as Dana writhed in the throes of her orgasm. Doors long shuttered flew open, barriers fell, defenses shattered. There would never be another first time for her, for them. There would never be another moment as life altering as this. Emory knew victory as surely as she felt her every vulnerability laid bare. When Dana finally arched away, tears streaked Emory’s cheeks. She pressed her face to Dana’s quivering abdomen. “Thank you.”

  “Emory,” Dana whispered, feeling drugged. She wanted to sit up, she wanted to pull Emory into her arms, she wanted to give her pleasure for pleasure. She could barely lift her hand and just managed to stroke Emory’s face. She felt the wetness on her fingertips and her heart clenched. “What is it? Emory, what’s wrong?”

  Emory shook her head. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right.”

  “I want to hold you, but I can’t move. Help me.”

  Laughing softly, Emory moved farther up the bed and stretched out on top of Dana again. Their legs entwined, their breasts cleaved, their mouths fused. Emory burned. Her skin, her muscles, her clitoris. Flame. She needed to be touched. Desperately. “Dana,” she gasped, not knowing the words. “I need you.”

  Dana’s strength returned in a rush and she rolled Emory over, following until she was poised above her on her knees and arm. She trailed her fingers between Emory’s legs. “Here?”

  Emory’s eyes opened wide and she clamped her hand over Dana’s, pressing her fingers against the places that ached. “Yes. There. There. Oh God. Touch me, Dana, touch me. I want… I need…”

  “I know.” Dana lowered her head to Emory’s breast and took her nipple into her mouth. She sucked, playing her tongue over the smooth, firm tip while she traced one finger around the echoing hardness below. Emory’s clitoris strained, ready to burst. She pressed, circled. “Here?”

  “Yes,” Emory choked. “Yes.”

  Dana kissed her way up the center of Emory’s throat to her mouth, circling her fingers faster between Emory’s legs.

  “Dana,” Emory breathed in wonder. “Oh Dana.”

  Dana kissed her as she cried out, drinking her pleasure as she poured out her passion. Emory’s cries dwindled to soft sighs, but her clitoris remained full and throbbing. Dana slid inside her, felt her muscles tighten, and stroked the still-hard prominence with her thumb. Emory’s thighs tensed.

  “I…Dana…oh,” Emory stuttered as she pushed down against Emory’s hand. “I’m going to come again.”

  Dana rubbed her cheek over Emory’s breast, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs. “I know. Let it go. Let it go, baby.”

  “Oh God,” Emory cried.

  When Emory quieted, Dana eased onto her side and pulled Emory close, her fingers still inside her. “Okay now?”

  Emory snuggled her face in the curve of Dana’s neck, her arms draped bonelessly over Dana’s body. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

  “Good start, then.”

  “Oh, very good start. Perfect.” Emory kissed Dana’s throat. “I’m sorry. I think I’m falling asleep.”

  “That’s okay.”

  “Don’t you need to…” Emory faltered, trying hard to think but her mind was so hazy. “Are you excited? Do you need…”

  Dana kissed Emory’s forehead. “Yes. I am. But it will keep.”

  “For how long?”

  Dana laughed. “Until the next time.”

  “’S wonderful,” Emory muttered. “Wonderful.”

  “Go to sleep now.” Dana rested her cheek against Emory’s head. She didn’t want to go to sleep. She didn’t want to waste a moment of this night. This night that, no matter what followed, marked the beginning of the rest of her life.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Monday

  Cam rolled over, trying not to wake Blair, and checked the bedside clock. The alarm was due to go off in two minutes. Blair slept with her back to Cam’s front, her hips cushioned in the curve of Cam’s pelvis. Cam shifted closer and wrapped her arm around Blair’s midsection. When she kissed the side of Blair’s neck, Blair murmured and drew Cam’s hand to her breast. The nipple hardened and Blair sighed.

  “Baby,” Cam murmured, “we need to get up.”

  “Can we cheat?”

  Cam laughed. “We could, but I don’t trust those reporters not to show up early. I’d prefer to have clothes on when they arrive.”

  Grumbling, Blair rolled onto her back and pulled Cam down for a kiss. “Quickies like last night are nice, but I’m getting that wanting you to make love to me for an hour feeling.”

  “If you hadn’t put me to sleep quite so efficiently last night, I would have taken care of that for you.”

  Blair grinned. “I love knocking you out. It makes me feel virile.”

  “Virile, huh?” Cam smoothed her hand down Blair’s belly and brushed her fingers between her legs. She was wet. “Not the first thought that comes to my mind.”

  “I meant like potent and powerful.” Blair tilted her hips and opened her legs. “Five minutes. Five minutes to take the edge off until we can steal a couple of hours to ourselves.”

  Cam settled against the pillows. “Come up here.”

  Blair got to her knees and straddled Cam’s chest. When Cam cupped her ass and guided her down, she closed her eyes and took the pleasure only Cam could give her.

  Matheson wrapped his thin thermal blanket around his rifle and buried it in the snow at the base of a forked pine. He wouldn’t need it for the close-in act
ion he had planned, and the extra few seconds it would buy him not to tip off the agents guarding his quarry would be vital. Next he secured the extra ammo clips for his automatic in the pockets of his jacket. Then he chewed a K-ration bar and observed the shift change taking place at the rear of the cabin. Every four hours throughout the night, the agents had changed. Now an agent in winter BDUs made his way around the side path to the back deck, climbed the steps, and stopped next to the hot tub to speak to the woman who had had the last watch. Matheson smiled, thinking about the hot tub scene. Best surveillance duty he’d ever had. He couldn’t radio his second with an update yet because the Secret Service would have monitoring devices to pick up any transmissions in the area. He estimated he would have five seconds before the agent outside Blair Powell’s back door realized what he had planned.

  Emory sat up in bed and ran her hand over the empty place beside her. The space was still warm. She heard water running in the bathroom and relaxed. Dana hadn’t left. The bathroom door opened, and when Dana emerged, naked, Emory smiled. “Hi.”

  Dana slid back in bed and kissed Emory. “Hi. How’s your morning going?”

  “It’s different.”

  “How so?” Dana’s tone was light but she looked worried. “Morning-after regrets?”

  “No.” Emory ran her fingers through Dana’s hair. “But I have never been at such a loss as to what I should say. Or do.”

  “Anything bothering you?” Dana propped her head on her elbow and caressed Emory’s shoulder and arm with the other hand.

  “Not that I can think of, although my mind is a little fuzzy still.” Emory stroked Dana’s hip.

  “Sleep okay?”

  “In between waking up to have sex with you?” Emory shook her head, not quite believing how many times she’d come and amazed that she wanted to again, already. “I feel great. Should I apologize for not letting you get any sleep?”

  “Hardly. Everything about last night was fantastic.” Dana dipped her head to kiss Emory’s breast, then rolled her tongue lazily around the swiftly hardening nipple. When Emory moaned and held her head more tightly to her breast, Dana ignited, just as she had every time Emory had reached for her in the night. Emory was magic in bed. As wary as Emory was out of bed, she was equally unreserved in it. She asked for what she wanted and seemed to delight in pleasuring Dana, leaving Dana endlessly hungry for her. Dana moved to the other nipple while continuing to toy with the one she had abandoned.