Lethal Peril_Military Romantic Suspense

by Emily Jane Trent

  On any other night, Beth would have looked to see if one was interesting—but not now. No man compared to Wyatt, with his powerful build and unshakeable confidence. His hero mentality, coupled with constant alertness for her safety, turned her on.

  The role of protector fit Wyatt, and held an attraction that Beth couldn’t easily put aside. She swirled around him, moving to the beat. His fluid motions and the swing of his silky hair aroused Beth, and heat flooded her belly. She was in deep, but she didn’t care a whit.

  Beth danced and danced, until her hair was damp and Wyatt’s forehead glistened with sweat. He was tireless, and his strength made her feel…safe. When the music at last shifted to a slow song, he pulled her into his arms and swayed to the tune.

  The heat of his body merged with hers, and Beth’s responded. Between her legs, she was warm and damp. Her nipples poked against her shirt, and her skin tingled. Wyatt put his hand in her hair and pressed her cheek to his chest.

  Beth closed her eyes, letting him guide, while she breathed in his scent, sweaty and intoxicating. He tickled his fingers down her spine, then let his hand rest on her hip. The motion was possessive, controlling, and she wanted more.

  It was time to leave, before Beth ripped off Wyatt’s clothes and satisfied her desire. It had been bold to kiss at the wedding reception, but she had to go before she took it to the next level on this dance floor. She stood on tiptoes and spoke in Wyatt’s ear, her lips grazing his skin. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Out in front, Wyatt put his hand on her back. “I’ll get a ride for us.”

  Beth put her hand on his forearm. “Wait…I have an idea.” Likely she’d regret this, but the attraction was too overwhelming to deny. “I don’t want to go home.”

  “Where to, then?”

  “A hotel.” It was good that it was dark outside, as Beth didn’t want him to look too closely. There was still a chance that he’d refuse her. “Foster keeps rooms reserved at the Peninsula for visiting clients, just in case. I can get us in there.”

  To fend off Wyatt’s piercing gaze, she said, “It’s safer, don’t you agree? We’re out of sight; no one followed. Why not keep it that way?”

  His dark eyes burned with emotion, and Beth glanced away. She ignored how bad an idea this was. If she carried this through—which she had every intention of doing—would it ruin everything? What if he didn’t really want her after all?

  But so far that evening, Beth had indulged her fantasy. Ever since she’d danced with Wyatt, she’d wanted more of him. The one kiss hadn’t been enough, and having been in his arms, she craved his closeness. She glanced up, but he voiced no objection. He was leaving it up to her.

  So be it, then—Beth wasn’t going to back down. Not with the tantalizing prospect of being naked with Wyatt. No matter what came, she would have one night, and know the pleasure Wyatt offered. Dancing close, watching, touching—Beth craved intimacy in a way that only Wyatt could satisfy.

  In the dark interior of the back seat, Wyatt put his hand on her thigh, and she laced her arm through his. The message she sent was clear, and he didn’t ask any questions. The trip to the hotel was titillating, with Wyatt touching her, her anticipation high.

  The hotel was in Midtown, not far from Central Park. In daylight, the rooms had good views. But Beth didn’t care about that; all she wanted to see was the inside of a suite. She secured the room key, and stepped into the elevator with Wyatt beside her.

  She leaned against him, pressed close, and Wyatt wrapped his arms around her shoulders. The gesture was gentle, loving, and her heart melted. When the door opened, Wyatt took her hand, intent on getting to the room.

  Beth stepped inside and kicked off her shoes. The curtains were open and the city lights sparkled below. She walked over to look out, and Wyatt followed. He put his arms around her waist, so she rested the back of her head against his sturdy form. Her body was warm with need, and her skin tingled.

  She turned in his arms and looked into his eyes, forgetting to breathe. If there was any question whether he wanted her, the carnal lust in his expression put that aside. Wyatt’s desire for her was as sexy as everything else about him.

  Wyatt looked into her eyes, hesitating a second as if to ask if she was sure. Beth leaned into him, and he lowered his mouth to hers. His lips were soft and warm; she pressed closer. Then he took control and dug his hands into her hair. He dragged the tip of his tongue across her lips, sending a delicious shudder through her.

  She arched her back, relishing his hardness, but resisting the impulse to touch. Wyatt’s kisses were confident yet tender. He was no stranger to pleasuring a woman, and Beth savored each second. He kissed her deeply, raking his tongue along hers and breathing into her.

  Wyatt tasted so good, the embodiment of maleness. He groaned as he devoured her lips, then kissed her cheeks, her neck, and over the curve of her breasts. He was testing, teasing, and arousing her. That he took his time, appreciating every inch of her, moved her deeply.

  “I want to see all of you,” Wyatt whispered in her ear. Then he lifted her shirt and gazed at her lacy bra. He bent low and bit at her stiff nipples, making her cry in delicious agony. Reaching inside the lace, he cupped her breasts and licked all around, driving her crazy.

  Then, impatient with the garment, he undid the clasps and tossed it aside. Bared before him, Beth was vulnerable, yet she trusted Wyatt and wanted him to take her. He kneeled on the carpet and cupped her breasts in his palms, then sucked her nipples with fervor, tasting her with abandon.

  Beth raked her fingernails over his scalp and let a few silky strands sift through her hand. With a growl, Wyatt stood and scooped her into his arms. In a few strides, he was in the bedroom and he lowered her to the floor, but didn’t let her go. The night lights glimmered against the window, and Beth stood barefoot and half-naked, permitting him to press his hot lips to her skin.

  Still fully clothed, Wyatt removed Beth’s jeans and panties, then held her close. Her skin against his clothes was immensely sexy, making her swoon against him. He yanked back the covers and laid her gently on the bed, then kissed her all over.

  His lips touched under her jaw, along the column of her neck, and between her breasts. He slowed and pressed his hot mouth to her belly, sending spikes of heat to her core. He nipped and licked along her thighs, then pressed his lips over her mound.

  Beth panted and moaned, grinding into the sheets. “Wyatt…please.”

  While she watched, every nerve ending alive, Wyatt stripped off his clothes. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and looking into her eyes, he lowered them. His cock was insanely gorgeous, and Beth reached toward him.

  In the shadows of the room, Wyatt was chiseled, his muscles outlined in the low light. He leaned over and briefly pressed his soft lips to hers, then reached in his pants pocket and retrieved a condom. Beth grasped his hot shaft, his velvet skin searing against her palm.

  She feathered her fingertips along the sides and rubbed her thumb over the sensitive spot under the rim. Wyatt grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away; pre-cum dripped over the plum-shaped head of his cock. Deftly, he rolled on the condom then got on the bed with her.

  When he straddled her, Beth wrapped her arms around him. Wyatt caressed her breasts and kissed her hard, then rubbed his thumb over her tender spot. She whimpered, writhing underneath him. Her voice came from the back of her throat. “I need you. God, how I need you.”

  Beth grasped his buttocks and drew him close. The tip of his cock touched her wet tissues, and she pushed up to encourage him. Wyatt’s gaze locked with hers, then slowly, he entered her.

  *****

  Wyatt’s cock dipped inside Beth’s warmth. He gazed at her porcelain skin, her dark eyes, and her hair against the pillow. She was so lovely, and when he was barely inside her, he nearly came unglued. He didn’t want to climax yet; he wanted to experience every second, make it last.

  Her pert breasts were luscious, and he flicked his ton
gue across her stiff nipples. His reward was a feminine sound that she made in the back of her throat. His cock swelled to greater proportion. Shoving, Wyatt slid deeper, and Beth enclosed his heat like a velvet glove.

  He held his breath, unmoving, for fear that he would lose control. Beth wrapped her legs around his thighs, holding him tight, and rocked up into him. Wyatt’s lower body flooded with heat, his cock ached, and his blood simmered.

  Beth dug her hands in his hair, whining softly. The sound of her voice was his undoing. Beth’s pleasure excited him, and any resistance crumbled. He stroked into her, increasing his pace, and she gripped him as she matched his rhythm. Sweat beaded on his brow, and Beth’s skin glowed. He pounded into her, taking her, not holding back.

  She put her feet on the bed for leverage, and he stroked in a steady rhythm, angled just right. His panting drowned out her shallow breathing. Then her body tensed and Wyatt pumped hard into her. With a soft cry of pleasure, Beth shattered beneath him.

  She clenched around his shaft, making a shrill sound, trembling in his arms. Wyatt’s body went still, his jaw stiffened, then he poured his seed out, giving his all. He slowly stroked until he had no more left, then slumped over her.

  Beth raked her fingertips along his spine and kissed his heated skin. Her sensuality stirred him deeply, and he kissed her neck, breathing her in. “Beth…” he whispered with his lips on her check. She turned her head, and he touched his lips to hers, feeling her warmth.

  Wyatt kissed deeper, tasting and loving. Then he removed the condom, rolled onto the bed beside her, and pulled her close. She draped one leg over him, and he cupped her round ass, owning her, if only for that moment. He watched Beth as she fingered the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock, and he already wanted her again.

  Beth raked her palm over his abdomen and looked into his eyes. She had a bedded look that turned him on. Her dark hair was messy and her skin was flushed. He admired her narrow curves and stroked her creamy thigh. “You don’t know how beautiful you are.”

  Her dreamy smile touched his heart. Beth put her hand on his jaw, then scooted up to kiss him. She tweaked his nipples and dipped her tongue into his mouth, making him hard. Wyatt flipped her onto her back and straddled her.

  Holding her wrists above her head, he sucked at her rosy nipples. “So sweet.” Then he released her hands and slowly kissed over her delectable skin. He pressed his lips to her ribs, before working down to her belly button. He held her hips and kissed over her sex, breathing in the perfume of her arousal.

  “Bend your knees for me.” Wyatt pressed his palms against the backs of her thighs, then buried his face between her legs. He dragged the tip of his tongue over her wet slit. Her whimper encouraged him to continue. He dipped his tongue into her honey-like juices.

  Beth squirmed, and her hips rose off the bed. With his thumbs, Wyatt spread her open, unable to get enough of her beauty. He licked her tenderly, and she shuddered. Then he swirled his tongue around her tight clit, relishing her moan of pleasure.

  Her thighs fell wider apart, making her open to him. Wyatt cupped her buttocks in his palms and ate of her sex like a special treat. He kissed and sucked and pleasured her, until she trembled under his ministrations. Then he flicked his tongue over her clit and she cried out.

  Swirling the tip of his tongue, Wyatt drove her crazy, stopping before she came undone. He wanted her to beg, craved hearing the words. He looked up into her glassy eyes. “Please…Wyatt…please. I just…”

  That was all he needed. Wyatt gently sucked, then massaged her clit with his tongue, nipping it intermittently. Beth’s body shook, then went stiff as a board. She yelled out and came apart under his caress. He pressed his mouth against her wet sex to feel the waves rolling through her slender form.

  When she collapsed on the bed, Wyatt crawled up to kiss her. Beth’s lips were pliant, her body relaxed. She purred at his touch. He had taken her to the peak, and soared along with her. He was so turned on that control was impossible.

  Wyatt kissed her ravenously, finding any patch of bare skin. Then he fished another condom from his pants and rolled it on. He was hard as steel, and his balls ached. He growled, “I have to have you, honey.” Beth pulled him to her, so Wyatt’s body covered her length.

  “I want you inside me, so badly,” she whispered, and his pulse raced.

  Wyatt put her legs up over his shoulders and leaned down to suckle at her reddened nipples. Beth grasped his hair in her fists, and pulled him close. He rose higher and angled his shaft into her. She was sopping wet and hot as a furnace.

  God, she felt good. Beth was tight, but her lubricated channel accepted the width of his cock. She made sexy noises as he plunged deep, until he was all the way in. Wyatt was afraid to move, for fear that he’d instantly come. Beth clutched his shoulders, and her strong inner muscles closed around his erection like a vise. He groaned, then stroked with ferocity.

  Wyatt’s arousal spiraled out of control. He gazed into Beth’s eyes, falling into their depths, her sexuality swamping him. She pumped up toward him each time he burrowed into her, until he was dizzy with sensation. Then she screamed out his name and climaxed, shivering underneath him.

  Before she fully released, Wyatt exploded inside her. His panting and predatory moans drowned out her soft gasps. He stroked until he collapsed over Beth, and she put her arms around his waist. Breathing hard and with his heart pounding, Wyatt nuzzled against her hair.

  He didn’t want the intimacy to pass; instead, he preferred to hold on to the moment, with Beth so sweet beneath him. He kissed her temple, her eyelids, and then her soft lips. She responded to him in kind by kissing his chest, shoulders, then back to his lips.

  If only he could say the right thing, but what he had with Beth defied description. Wyatt couldn’t think or speak, only feel. He slid beside her and wrapped her in a strong embrace, with her head under his chin. It felt so right, so perfect, and he was in no rush to let her go.

  It was somehow better that Wyatt had known her for so long, or maybe he’d cared more deeply for her than he’d admitted. He was beyond any delusion that he could resist her. He’d had a mere taste, yet it had whetted his appetite for more.

  When Wyatt was able to move, he pulled Beth up for another kiss. She smiled and kissed him again.

  “Bath time,” he said, making her giggle. He led her to the sunken tub and filled it with warm water. Beth added some bubble bath then he dipped into the water, reaching back for her. Leaning against the porcelain, Wyatt held her to him, with her back to his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

  The warm water was soothing, and having Beth in his arms was sensual. For a few minutes, Wyatt languished, wondering if she’d fallen asleep. Then she lightly squeezed his thighs. “Remind me…why didn’t we ever do anything before?”

  If there had been a reason, it escaped Wyatt. There must have been something that had kept them apart, but he couldn’t bring it to mind. Whatever it had been no longer existed. “I don’t know, honey. I can’t think of a reason.”

  Beth gently rubbed his thighs, stirring his arousal. Underneath the water’s surface, Wyatt massaged her breasts until her breathing became ragged. With one arm around her waist, he stimulated her, feathering his fingers over her sex, then playing with her clit.

  When she spread her legs, Wyatt dipped two fingers inside her, and she gripped as he fondled. With his thumb, he teased her clit, hard as a tiny pebble. She pressed her head against his shoulder, gazing into his eyes as a gentle orgasm trembled through her.

  During her climax, Beth was even more beautiful, her flawless skin flushed and her soft eyes glistened with need. She’d given him a gift, the gift of herself, and he cherished her openness. She turned to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

  Wyatt was amazingly lucky to have lived as he had, yet still have the honor of sharing such intimate moments. The intensity of emotion that gripped his chest was nearly unbearable. Beth distracted him by
pumping his cock and rolling her palm over the head, while massaging his balls in her other hand.

  It didn’t take much for Wyatt to balance at the edge of release. Her hands felt so damn good. When Beth increased the pressure, it was all over. He gave in to his orgasm with fierceness, all inhibition shattered. Beth’s hand worked magic until he came hard.

  When Wyatt helped Beth out of the tub, he dried her off and carried her to bed naked. He wasn’t nearly finished. He had that night, and he didn’t intend to waste it. Snuggled under the warm covers, he pulled her into a spoon position, and she nestled closer.

  Beth didn’t demand anything of him, didn’t ask what it all meant. And that was good, because hell if he knew. Wyatt found her irresistible, and that seemed enough for now. What tomorrow would bring, he hadn’t a clue.

  Hidden away in a classy hotel, Wyatt could relax and give Beth his full attention, which was what he did. He refused to think of the next day, or the next. There was every reason why this wouldn’t work out. Yet it was possible that any barrier to staying together would dissolve in the heat of passion.

  Wyatt wasn’t an idealist. Life had taught him otherwise. Yet he thrived on adversity, and if there was any way to make Beth his, he would fight to have her. But only if she wanted the same, and that was what he wasn’t sure about. She hadn’t verbalized her feelings, and Wyatt wasn’t about to ask. For one night, it was enough that she’d opened her arms to him and let him love her.

  Chapter 14

  Beth had fallen asleep nestled against Wyatt and woke up with his strong arm around her waist. It was still nighttime, and she had no idea how long she’d slept. Safe and warm, she had no inclination to get up. She turned her head and pressed her cheek to Wyatt’s skin.

  Delicious visions of the evening flooded Beth’s mind, making her tingle. Her body hummed with satisfaction and her heart swelled with adoration. Wyatt had become an addiction within the span of a few hours.