Jonathan closed the door on the big vehicle and smacked the roof twice. He didn’t release her from his embrace as their evening ride disappeared around the corner. She probably should have been embarrassed. The thwacks were no doubt guy code for I’m gonna get lucky. Head on home. But she was going to be the lucky one, provided Jonathan O’Neil was a half decent lover.
“Keys.” It was a demand, not a request.
“The lock is a little tricky, I’d better get it.” Gwen reached into the inside pocket of her purse and extracted the key, but Jonathan snatched it from her hand.
Keeping her tight to his side, he strode to the door and easily opened it. In the small foyer, the side entrance to the diner was on the left and straight ahead was a set of stairs.
“I’m sorry, there’s no elevator.” She grimaced. “I’m on the third floor.” She passed him and took her key from his hands as she started up the steps. If he really wanted her, he’d follow. If not, the front door automatically locked when closed.
She was afraid he’d changed his mind. The door didn’t open and close, though, but she didn’t hear footsteps behind her either. Was he just standing there watching? She refused to turn and beg him to follow.
“Damn, you’ve got a great ass.” Jonathan’s words were so close she startled and tripped on the next step. He caught her by the hips then stood on the step below hers, making them the same height. He pushed his erection against her backside. “I can’t wait to run my hands all over your naked body.” One palm smoothed over her butt cheek, then squeezed. “I’ll hold on here while you ride me and push you deeper onto my cock.” He shoved against her. Snaking a hand over her hip to the apex of her thighs, he nuzzled into her neck. “Tell me you’re wet for me.” He stroked her hard through the layers of cloth.
She was never one for dirty talk, but his soft words were a promise. Her body automatically rocked into his hand.
“Like that, do you?” Jonathan lifted the hair off the back of her neck and nipped his way from her spine to just below her ear. She was breathing like she’d sprinted up the steps, yet they hadn’t even made it to the second floor…where Luis lived.
What if her cook chose that moment to walk out his door? Or heard them and stormed out armed to protect her?
She grabbed Jonathan’s hand from her crotch and spun to face him, nose to nose. In a whisper, she told him, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a man before, so let’s quit playing and get to my apartment.”
She pivoted, keeping his hand in hers and quietly sped up the remaining stairs. Key in hand, she opened the door and yanked Jonathan into her small apartment. She tossed her keys into the bowl on the foyer table and turned to latch the deadbolt.
Jonathan pinned her with his big body against the door, pulling her hands above her head and securing them in one of his. “I believe this is where we left off. But not quite.” He moved his other hand to her belly then under the waistband of her slacks. As his hand traveled down, he kissed her neck. She felt him smile when he ran fingertips along the edge of her panties. “I like lace.” He dove underneath them and found her center.
A long, slow exhale of breath heated her ear when he slid one finger between her folds. “You are so hot, and wet.” He circled her clit with her own juices, then pressed down on the hardened bud. “And ready.”
She shuddered. His rough finger on the most sensitive point on her body almost threw her over the edge. She pushed her ass into what she knew was an impressive erection and rubbed back and forth, begging him to do it again.
“We’ll get to that,” he assured and sucked on her earlobe. “I need to take care of you first.” He slid one finger, then a second, into her channel. With every pump of his fingers, the heel of his hand bore down on her clit.
Gwen threw her head back onto his broad shoulder, exposing more of her neck. Jonathan kissed every inch from her ear to her collar bone. She could barely breathe in the stretched out position. He must have read her mind. He released her hands and her arms dropped to her sides as though heavy weights had been attached to them. Completely focused on the pleasure this man was giving her, she let them dangle. He lightly traced the curve of her neckline before he scooped her breast from her bra with his warm hand.
“I want to taste these later.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she gasped. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she managed between pants.
“Are you ready to come for me, sweetheart?” He slowly slid his fingers out of her.
She whimpered, “No.”
Circling her clit, round and round, while rolling her nipple, he asked, “No, you’re not ready to come?”
The dual assault left her mindless, unsure of his question, not caring as long as he kept touching her that way.
He ran his thumb over the tip of her swollen clitoris. She moaned.
“Oh, I think you’re ready.
Then he pinched her oversensitive nipple and clit at the same time. A jolt ran through her like electricity connected to a bomb under a mound of pent up emotions. She exploded. The force hit her, shaking her to her core, as she came harder than she ever had in her life.
Her head fell forward, resting on the front door of her apartment. She would have slumped boneless to the floor if Jonathan hadn’t been holding her.
When she came back to herself, her legs were shaky but, using the door, she managed to roll and face him. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his bulging pants.
What a self-centered bitch she was. She hadn’t even touched him since dragging him into her place with promises of sex. She’d remedy that. Steadier now, she stepped forward and ran her hand over his cock. It had grown.
He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand away. “You do that one more time and I’ll embarrass myself. I almost came when you did.” His smile was fiendish, with a hint of a promise. He stuck his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them. “This isn’t enough of a taste of you. Now, where’s that bed?”
This was what she’d wanted and the prelude boded well for the rest of the night. The man knew his way around a woman’s body, even when it was fully clothed. Well, except for her right breast. She popped it back into the bra cup. “Right this way.” She put a little extra swing in her hips as she headed down the short hall to her bedroom. Although he was silent on his feet, she felt his presence at her back.
The full-sized bed, one nightstand, and one tall dresser filled the tiny room, but it was more space than Gwen had while serving overseas and in many barracks stateside. Plus, she didn’t have to share it with another officer. It was all hers. At least for now.
Her Aunt Suze and Uncle James had lived in the large apartment across the hall for over thirty years and used to rent this place out to whichever waitress needed a safe place. Gwen got to live there free, since she was doing a family favor managing the restaurant. It was hers for the duration. She didn’t want to think about what she’d do after her aunt and uncle returned.
She startled when Jonathan touched her shoulder then stepped between her and the bed she’d been staring at, but not seeing. In a low, sweet voice, he asked, “Change your mind?”
Hell, no. She grimaced. “I was trying to see this place through your eyes.” Glancing around once again, she admitted, “It’s really small.”
“I don’t give a shit about the size of the room.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent slightly to look at her. “I’m here to be with you…if that’s what you still want.”
“Yes, I want you.” She took his face in both hands and kissed him, hoping to show him just how much she wanted more of what he’d done to her, the way he’d made her feel.
“Thank Christ,” he whispered when he came up for air. He kissed down her down her jaw as he unbuttoned her blouse. She wanted this man naked and in her bed, now. She mirrored his movements, unbuttoning the still-crisp, oxford dress shirt. The backs of her knuckles skimmed over row after row of abs. She couldn’t wait to trace
them with her fingertips.
When she reached the last button above his belt, she tugged, pulling the shirttails free. She couldn’t resist and ran her hand over the front of his dress slacks.
“I warned you about that.” Jonathan shoved her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then clasped both hands behind her back, caught in her own clothing. Her lace covered breasts jutted forward.
Watching him stare at her, unmasked heat in his cocoa brown eyes, was one of the most erotic things Gwen had ever experienced. Being wanted so much by such a sexy man, made her nipples harden into pebbles.
With the snap of his fingers, Jonathan unfastened her bra and peeled it away. “I told you I wanted to taste these.” He lowered his head and traced the round dark circle with his tongue before he took her breast into his mouth. Once again her nipples seemed directly connected to her clit as it tingled. She gasped for breath when he sucked harder, then ran his teeth gently over the very end. All too quickly, she began to build up again.
She was not going to come again without him inside her. Struggling to free her hands from her clothes and his grasp, she demanded, “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” He moved to her other breast and repeated his attack on her nipple. She lost all fight and gave in to the pleasure of his mouth. Damn, he was good at that.
When cooler air hit her butt, she realized he’d let go of her hands, unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. She quickly shoved her blouse and bra off her wrists and tossed them aside, not caring where they landed.
“Step out,” he commanded when her pants pooled at her feet. He was on his knees in front of her.
The sight of his short-cut red hair, tipped in gold, inches from her neatly trimmed, dark brown mound made her silently beg for him to lean forward and lick. As primed as she was, that’s all it might take for orgasm number two.
A tap on her calf brought her out of her thoughts. She lifted her leg. He dragged his fingers over her ankle as he shed off her pants…and the pretty, black, boy panties she’d purposely worn hoping for this very moment. She’d never considered her feet an erogenous zone before, but Jonathan’s touch lit up every nerve.
She stood naked in front of him. His hands followed his gaze, starting at her feet but stopped at her hips. “Christ, you’re beautiful.” He leaned forward, his nose practically touching her sex. She heard him inhale slowly and watched the corners of that talented mouth of his turn up. The moist heat of his breath, the anticipation of his next move, made her legs shake. One touch and she’d be gone.
That’s not what she wanted. Not until he was riding her hard.
Gwen grabbed his head and pulled hard, so he had no other choice than to stand. “You’re overdressed for this party, and it’s moving onto the bed.”
He stared at her for several seconds as her heartbeat banged like a rock and roll drummer. “Meet you there.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms. He tossed them onto the nightstand and was naked before Gwen could blink.
Mesmerized by the man in front of her, she took in his large shoulders, the six-…no, eight-pack abs, that V made by lean hips that pointed to the amazing erection that bounced with every beat of his heart.
“I told you to meet me in bed.” He sounded stern, but playful.
She didn’t move. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare at his cock. And wonder if it was going to fit. And if it did, would she be able to walk tomorrow?
He stepped closer and before she could step back, he’d swooped her up in his arms. Unceremoniously, he strode to the bed. Leaning down with her still in his arms, he ordered, “Pull back the covers. I want you on sheets.”
“Put me down.” She squirmed in his arms, and he grasped tighter.
Repeating his request, this time he added, “Please.”
She stilled and looked at his smiling face. “You’re really bossy.”
His smile grew. “You don’t obey for shit.”
“I had way too much of that in the Army and in the operating room.” Then she added, “But I want you, deep inside me, when I come again, so all my inner muscles clamp around your very impressive cock as you make me scream your name.”
“Fuck.” Jonathan set her on her feet so fast she teetered. He swept the sheets away with one hand and grabbed a condom with the other. When she tried to snatch it from him—she wanted to put it on him and feel that hard shaft in her hands—he held it above her reach.
“Not this time, sweetheart. You touch me, and I’ll go off.” He kissed her, just a quick meeting of their lips. “Jump in bed while I protect us both.”
Chapter 8
Jonathan hadn’t ridden the edge of orgasm like that since his first time. He’d had to mentally strip and clean every weapon he owned to keep from shooting off. Gwen had him up and ready from the moment she answered the door. He wasn’t sure what it was about the feisty woman that triggered something inside him, but watching her crawl on the bed in front of him flipped on buttons he didn’t know existed.
At first, he thought it might be testosterone back up. He hadn’t had sex in so long he couldn’t count the days. Sleeping with Carrie had become…routine, almost boring. Jonathan had gone from regularly having sex with his friend, a no strings attached deal they’d both preferred, to none, in one night. And what a disastrous night that had been.
“If you’re going to stand there and watch me, should I get started without you?” Gwen cupped both breasts and brought her nipples back to stiff peaks.
Ho-ly fuck. Jonathan couldn’t believe it was a live woman in front of him, not a porn flick on a huge screen. He practically dove into the bed. Spreading her legs as he scuttled between them, he looked at her wet folds. He ran his thumb over her hard little clit, and she jerked.
Gwen sat up and threw herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. “No more torture, please, Jonathan.”
He leaned her back onto the pillow and kissed her, making love to her mouth the way he would her body. Reaching between them, she wrapped her hand around his cock. She wiggled her hips then guided his tip inside.
Heaven was hot and wet, and just a little wild. His groan harmonized with her moan. He was well aware of his size, and carefully slid in only an inch. Withdrawing a little, he went deeper with his next thrust. At Gwen’s sudden intake of breath, although short, he gave her a moment to adjust. When she thrust her hips up, taking him deeper, he obliged and pushed in to the hilt.
Gwen whimpered.
Jonathan froze. Had he hurt her? He chanced a look at her face.
When she opened her eyes, he had to ask. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
Oh, shit. She was hurt. He’d never hurt a woman during sex before. “What’s wrong?”
Then she grinned up at him, and lifted her hips, forcing him deeper. “You’re not moving.”
He slid out and slammed back in. “Better?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” She wrapped her long legs around his waist.
The position change made her inner walls tighten around him. “I’m sorry, Gwen.” He pounded into her once again. “But I’m not going to last—”
Her body quaked under him as the slick muscles that surrounded his cock quivered in a way he’d never felt before. She cried out in pleasure, digging her fingertips into the muscles covering his shoulder blades. Pure joy ripped through him that he could give this to her. All the pent up testosterone released as the longest orgasm he’d ever had surged through each nerve, shaking him to his core just before the world went black.
Jonathan rose from the depths of pleasure and rolled off Gwen and tucked her sleeping form beside him. He needed to take care of the spent condom, but wanted to stay there for a minute, or two, or twenty, just holding her. What they had just shared was unique. Sure, it was just sex, but it was the best sex of his life. Although, the thought of waiting several months before having sex again had no appeal at all. He felt so good he might be ready by the time he got back from the ba
throom.
With that idea in mind, Jonathan pulled the covers up and around Gwen, and got out of bed. By the time he’d gotten rid of the condom, though, he’d convinced himself he should leave. It was late. Very late. She probably had to work the next day. He wasn’t on till ten that night.
All thoughts of why he’d started seducing Gwen flooded his brain and he lost the semi he’d sported. He had to search her apartment for clues. If she was involved in a terrorist attack in any way—and he hoped to God she wasn’t—he’d just slept with the enemy.
On his way out of the bathroom, he looked at the woman who had brought him more pleasure, in and out of bed, than he’d had in years, maybe ever. She was so beautiful as she slept. And looked so damned innocent.
With a deep sigh, Jonathan slid on his pants, grabbed the rest of his clothes and silently left the room.
He’d gotten lucky, twice. Her computer sat on the small island that separated the kitchen from the living room. Jonathan pressed the button to turn it on and prepared to call in help from Guardian’s geek at the D.C. office. To his surprise, it immediately opened the document he wanted to read. She must have been working on it before he picked her up.
Every line seemed more like notes than an outlined plan. They were disjointed, looping back around sometimes, others left words hanging. All of it made sense, yet none of it did. And no specific target was mentioned.
Jonathan grabbed the flash drive from his pocket and lifted the laptop to find an open USB port.
“There’s an empty slot in the back.” At Gwen’s icy voice, he looked up to where she leaned against the corner to the dark hall, arms folded over her gorgeous breasts.
Naked.
Except for the Glock in her right hand.
* * *
Gwen had rolled over in a satisfied stupor, wondering if Jonathan could be coaxed into a second round. She certainly was interested. Instead of the large muscled body she’d expected, her bed had been empty. But the sheets were still warm. A glance at the open door to the bathroom, and floor devoid of men’s clothing, she concluded that he’d left.
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