“Don't move. I will see who it is and get rid of them, if that's okay?”
“That is perfectly fine.”
Her frame deflated a bit when he moved from the bed and opened the door. A yelp from the other side gave away not only that Mrs. Travine was on the other side, but that she suspected something and was surprised by it. Dorrian acted as if nothing was wrong. Business as usual.
“Yes, Mrs. Travine?”
Vylette almost laughed out loud at the woman's stuttering voice, but she recovered quickly.
“Um...Mr. Buchanan. What are...doesn't matter...Um...anyway, I just wanted to drop this by to Vylette. It’s her passport and her check book. She filled out and signed all of the proper paperwork today.”
Mr. Buchanan's arm moved as she assumed he had taken the papers when Mrs. Travine offered them. “Thank you, Mrs. Travine. Is there anything else?”
“No, I guess not. Bye.”
She watched as the man who sent her into overdrive, walked back, dropped the stuff on her bed and quickly pulled her into a kiss. Falling into his kiss and onto the bed, she slid her hands into his hair, tightening her grip to keep him in place. Her desire grew stronger and hotter when he returned the favor by grabbing her hair, exposing her neck and covering it with kisses.
It was then she felt it...felt him, like she had never felt any other man. Even through his slacks, it felt as if there was nothing there keeping him from touching her, at that moment, like she wanted. Her breathing got heavy and she hooked a leg around his hip. She felt him give a little and press himself harder against her, his breath even hotter on her skin.
Before she could think about, she ground against him, kissing him harder. He pulled away momentarily to rip open his shirt, buttons flying in every direction. She leaned forward when he reached for her shirt, and she helped him to remove it. In flash, he was back, his mouth covering hers.
Another knock at the door invaded her heaven. Disappointed, she placed her hands on his head when he dropped it on her chest, voicing his opinion.
“That is the fourth knock. Whoever it is, isn't going away which means it is probably urgent.”
Sighing, she muttered, “Fine.”
Dorrian moved away and handed over her shirt. She slipped it on and yelled.
“Be right there.”
She almost came undone once again when his lips found the soft spot behind her ear and whispered, “Until next time.”
And with that he slid from the bed and opened the door. Vylette leaned over on her bed, scrunched up in her covers and saw it was once again Mrs. Travine.
“Mr. Buchanan, I hate to interrupt you, but you have an urgent call from the command center.”
She knew what that meant. A break in a case or a big lead they had been waiting on. She smiled back at him when he turned and blew her a kiss before quickly dashing passed Mrs. Travine and down the stairs.
Oh, crap!
The door closed and Mrs. Travine, stood just inside with a wild grin.
“What?”
“Oh no, Vylette, I don't get to just see all that and leave with no details.”
The woman sidled herself on the bed and cuddled up with a pillow wearing an 'I am not leaving without the juicy details' look.
Guess that means, I’m dishing...by the look on her face, she is prepared to stay until she gets them.
Vylette took a deep breath and resigned herself to it. “Fine! What do you want to know?”
“Why, All of it, of course.”
“How about you just ask questions and I'll give you an answer.”
She glared right back at Mrs. Travine's suspicious look.
“I will tell you the truth.”
Wow! She has mischievous side, just look at the shit eating grin.
Wanting to speed this along, sort of, she yawned and prodded the woman on. “Man, I am getting tired. If you want answers you better quit giving me that 'cat that ate the mouse' look and start asking questions or I am going to fall asleep. Although, there isn't much to tell.”
Mrs. Travine gave her a 'really' stare. “Is that why he left with his shirt undone, Vylette?”
“Um...Would you believe it was just hot?”
“Oh, I am betting it was hot in here, but no. I can see several white buttons laying on your floor. That tells me that his pristinely pressed shirt, which is never out of place, was ripped open or off...Please tell me you porn starred him and ripped it off.”
Vylette couldn't help but laugh. “No one porn starred anyone.”
“Vylette! You said you would tell the truth, now stop teasing me and spill it.”
“Fine. He ripped open his shirt.”
She moved her feet so Travine had more room when she rolled onto her stomach looking very much like a wide eyed school girl. “Oooh...So did you do it?”
“Do it? What are you, twelve? And no, we didn't.”
“Dang! Why not? You just said he ripped his shirt off.”
“Uh, let's see. Someone knocked on the door...twice.”
“Oh, well...how disappointing. I was hoping for real good dirt here.”
“Sorry.”
“So, you said he was shirtless, were you?”
She blushed at the question. “Yes.”
“Ooooh, so tell me, can he kiss? I mean he looks like he can, but I have to know. C'mon. Don't hold out on me. I haven't been with a man in a while.”
“Yes, he can...Holy crap, he so can! I nearly came undone. Why haven't you been with a man in a long time?”
“Well to be honest, until about six months ago, I just didn't want to. I guess my hornball gene has finally kicked back in. Now back to you, did you go any further than kissing?”
“No. That is about all the juicy details there are. Back to you, what about Hardass? I’ve seen that look you give each other. I thought you two were together.”
“Oh God, no!”
“What? You like him.”
“No I don't!”
Vylette started the old school yard chant, “Travine and Hardass sitting in a tree...”
She fell over and grabbed a pillow to fight back when Travine swung the one closest to her. Sliding from the bed laughing, she continued her song.
“...K-I-S-S-I-N-G...”
Another duck and she swung back knocking Travine back onto the bed. She went to slug her again when there was a knock at her door.
“Damn, I am popular tonight.”
“Maybe, it's another man wanting to kiss you.”
“I doubt that.”
She opened the door and faced a smirking Dorrian on the other side.
“Dor- I mean, Mr. Buchanan, please, come in.”
Travine's voice had her blushing once more.
“Oh, Vy, cut the 'Mr. Buchanan' crap. You two were just making out, you can call him by his name in front me, geez. However, on that sweet, juicy note, I will uh, see you tomorrow, Vylette. Bye, Mr. Smoochy-face.”
Although she was red faced, it only seemed to expand Dorrian's smile.
“Night, Travine. Remember, no discussing this in the house. I don't want the girls getting the wrong idea.”
“Oh, I cannot guarantee it won't get around, Smoochies, but I will try and keep a lid on it.”
“Just go, you have embarrassed me enough,” Vylette groaned.
“Uh! Oh, Vy, my heart...It hurts...”
She slapped at Travine when she motioned in mock horror of a knife in chest.
“Okay, okay, I’m going. I’ll bring breakfast, we can talk before your first class.”
Rolling her eyes, she murmured, “Whatever. I'll see you in the morning.”
Vylette slightly pushed her friend out the door, to ensure she went before she changed her mind. When Travine was out of the room, she leaned against the closed door and looked at Dorrian, who was still wearing that devilish grin she had fallen in love with. She opened her mouth to say something and found herself pinned against the frame of the wood, Dorrian firm against her, his tongue danci
ng with hers.
Rejoicing bells rang in her ears, pounding bass seemed to beat in her chest and her limbs were turning to jelly. She wasn't sure what would happen first, fainting from lack of air or completely embarrassing herself by dropping to floor when her legs gave out. Her money was on the legs, so she slightly pushed him away before the latter came true.
“Wait, I need to catch my breath.”
“Wow. Me too.”
Her hand in his, they walked and sat on the bed.
“Is everything okay? You rushed out pretty quick.”
“It will be, we finally got the break we were needing. Which is actually why I came by. I need to go out of town for a few weeks.”
“Oh, where is the mission?”
“I'm not sure yet, our target is on the move, but we should know by morning.”
“Well I hope you get him. Is he a trafficker like Falken?”
“Yes, and he is much worse.”
“Then shoot him once for me.”
“As for you, I have better plans…”
She giggled when he grabbed her and laid her down. “Really?” Playfully she held him at bay and mocked him. “Like what? I can't imagine what you are talking about.”
He pushed her arms above her head, and she let him, as he pressed her into the mattress, teasing her with soft kisses along her neck and collar bone. Her legs wound around him, urging him closer, tighter against her.
She softly whispered, “Oh, I see, picking up where we left off.”
“Not entirely,” he said. “Earlier there was less clothing...I am alright with skipping ahead to that part.”
She laughed and rolled him off of her and snuggled up next to him. “So, perhaps we should take it a bit slower. We barely know each other.”
“Agreed. How about I stay the night with you...Hold on, don't give me that look. I can stay and we can sit up and talk.”
“Okay, I’m game.”
“That was easy.” He sounded surprised.
Tapping his chest, she crawled to the top of the bed, pulled back the covers and waited for him to join her. “Sometimes, it's just that easy.”
When he dropped his slacks and climbed in next to her, she got comfy and pulled the blankets over them. Lying on her side, she tucked her pillow under her head and waited.
“So, now what?”
“Well, before you get too comfortable, Vylette, I have a confession to make.”
“That sounds serious.”
“It's not really...well, it might be to you...I mean it was to me...”
“How about you just spit it out before you choke?”
“Fine. I watched you today...at field training. Remember, you can see the training field from the upper command center.”
“Weird. Why?”
“Because I was curious about how you would do.”
“And...” She found herself under him once more, with his breath on her face and her heart hammering in her chest.
“I was very impressed to say the least. It was amazing to watch. You did so well, better than anyone expected.”
She rolled him onto his back. “What do mean better than anyone expected?” She narrowed her eyes. “You weren't the only watching, were you?”
Her will started to fade when he slipped his hands underneath the seam of her shirt, just above her hips as she spoke.
“Look, please don't be mad. Your Uncle was very concerned and curious about how well you would do. So, we stood at the window and watched.”
“What did my uncle say?”
“That you were wonderful. He was very impressed...and proud. You should have seen the smile on his face.”
“So, it wasn't watching like some creepy kind of thing?”
“No. Quite the opposite. Now, I will admit, I like watching you for more than just one reason.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh yes, you look amazing in Army camo.”
“Like that, did ya?”
“Very much so.”
His wandering hands and lustful look broke the vow to take it slow and that idea went right out the window and she no longer cared the moment he kissed her.
Chapter 19
Warm and cozy, cuddled up and stuck to Dorrian, Vylette jumped when she heard a clipped scream. In her haze, it took her a moment to realize she wasn't dreaming. She finally looked up when the warm firm body moved next to her. In the middle of her room, with hands covering her face, stood Mrs. Travine, surprised, whose sputtering and broke the dreamy silence.
“Uh...oh, I am so sorry. I...You said...I mean, we agreed to have breakfast before your class! I swear...Okay, I am going to go.”
She opened her mouth to calm her friend, but she was gone before she could say a word.
Dorrian's voice, full of sleepiness, still made her smile. “Well, that was just awkward. I mean I am her boss.”
“Damn, means I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“I suppose I should have gone back to my own room or set and alarm so I wouldn't be here when she showed up...But I was pretty exhausted after our little workouts.”
The heat from either the memory or what was left of her innocence had her cheeks burning.
“Yeah, I completely forgot we made plans for breakfast.”
“What time is it?”
Vylette looked over at the clock. “It's six thirty a.m.”
The look on his face insinuated he had a plan, but it was the wicked smile that let her know it was a naughty one. “We have time for a shower.”
She put her hand on her chin and looked at the ceiling as if she were pondering something. “Well, after last night...” she flashed him a wicked smile of her own, “I could definitely use a shower.”
“Race you!” he said.
She jumped from the bed, knocking him to the ground and scrambled quickly toward the bathroom door, but he was hot on her heels. She made it just inside the door before he scooped her up, setting her on the counter, lacing her chest with more teasing kisses.
“Dorrian, we need to shower.”
“You're right...in the shower is better.”
“Not what I meant.”
She hopped off the counter and walked to the shower, turning on the hot water. Looking back she spotted Dorrian leaning against the counter in his underwear, looking all hot and bothered. Mmm, so nice. Shaking her head, she tried to dislodge the naughty thoughts filling her mind. Focus! You have class and he has to leave... Her gaze traveled back to his face and she felt sad. He has to leave.
The water flowed over her hand at the temperature she wanted, and steam filled the room. She eyed him once more before making her final decision. Screw it! I will just be late for class.
Quickly crossing the room she grabbed a handful of his underwear by the seam, pulled him close and kissed him. Her fingers slid through his hair and down his neck. His moan sent her over the edge and she bit his lip, teasingly before pulling away.
“I have changed my mind. Drop your pants and join me.”
“I thought you would never ask.”
She turned, flung off her underclothes and stepped into the shower, water splashing across her skin, adding to the fire within. An inferno hotter than any droplet of fire falling from the faucet encircled her, when Dorrian grabbed her and pressed her into the shower wall, wasting no time.
* * *
“I know this sounds a bit crazy, but I am going to miss you while I am gone,” came from the other room while she quickly ran a brush through her hair. She smiled at the thought.
Man, this is so crazy.
She yelled back, “I know, me too.” Setting the brush on the counter, she walked back into the bedroom and into the warmth that was Dorrian Buchanan. She found she was falling for him faster than she would have imagined possible. “It is crazy. I have never felt this way about anyway, let alone this quickly. I mean I have only known you for what? A week?”
The soft breath on her neck from his voice, tickled her skin, raising her need
to take him. “I feel the same way. I swear I am better at keeping myself under control. There is just something about you, but have no fear, Vylette, I will figure it out. All I know for now, is that just the sight of you drives me crazy and I can barely keep my mind off you.”
She pulled away and finished getting ready, grabbing her shoes and pushing her books across the bed when she sat down. “I know.” She looked at him, and asked, “How long will you be gone?”
“I don't know exactly, but we are projecting a few weeks, at least. That all depends on where the contact went and how fast we can set up and buy him out of women.”
The room stayed quiet for a moment. Although nothing in the space had literally changed, the mood had dramatically. In the span of a second, worry and uncertainty weighed upon them. Vylette stopped what she was doing and just stared at the man who had stolen her heart so completely.
This is nuts. I barely know him and my heart is in my throat at the thought that something could go wrong and he might not make it back. This job is lethal. Shake it off, Vylette.
She got up from the bed and gave him a quick kiss.
“Well, I have a feeling this is heading in a mushy direction and I am just not girly enough to get caught up in it, besides you have a plane to catch and I have a class to get to. So, walk me down and I shall see you when you get back.”
“Okay. But I want a better goodbye kiss than that, since I can’t kiss you down stairs.”
“Oh...”
She never finished her sentence due to the fact his tongue was doing the tango just beyond her lips, setting her on fire and making her weak in the knees. When the dance was finally done and she had her space back, she damn near fainted. Like always, her heart beat like the wings of hummingbird, shallowing and quickening her breath accompanied by a heat wave that crashed over with the weight of oncoming truck. It was glorious and she was quickly getting addicted.
His laugh was just as deadly seductive as the rest of him.
“I swear, Vylette, I could kiss you like that forever. Not only do I like it, but I love the look on your face when I pull away. That lusty glazed look...damn, makes me want to throw you down and rip off your clothes every time. I have never had woman look at me that way before...so full of desire...”
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