Marissa pressed her lips together. “You caught me by surprise.” All of him caught her by surprise. He had the whole package right down to his muddy cowboy boots. He was a true Texan, and nothing close to her unflattering description to Kirk.
He laughed. “You think the killer is going to announce himself?”
Damn him! “Well, maybe I can’t fire you, but after what you just did, I can call your boss and demand another bodyguard.” Marissa slapped her hands on her full hips.
Why is he laughing again?
“My brothers and I own Evan’s Security and I’m afraid they’re all on assignments right now.”
Good God, there was more like him?
“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you.”
Marissa was preoccupied with the way his sensuous mouth formed the words, until what he said reached her on a conscious level. He was stuck with her? Her gaze returned to his. There was amusement swimming in his chocolate eyes. Rich, decadent chocolate that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful. Her lips twitched in response. She liked a man with a sense of humor, even directed at her.
Beau Evans was a big, well-proportioned man, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans revealed his powerful, muscular thighs. Marissa couldn’t help her wandering gaze as it moved down his body, then back up again. She gauged his height to be somewhere around six feet five. Not too many men made her feel small, but this one did.
“So, where’s the hat, cowboy?”
“In my truck.”
It figured he’d have a truck. Didn’t all macho Texans?
“What did you mean, ‘I have a lot to learn?’”
“I’ll show you after you put some clothes on.”
After years of modeling, Marissa was used to being in various states of undress around people. It came with the business, and she was very comfortable in her own skin. The minute she’d entered her dressing room she’d kicked off her heels and removed the sheer thigh length shirt.
“I am wearing clothes.”
If eyes could strip, she’d be naked right now. “If you insist, ma’am.”
His gaze dropped to her breasts, which Marissa knew were all but spilling out of the tight corset. Then she remembered the hard-on pressed against her during their struggles. Had she known then what she knew now, she might have had a little fun with him. The thought of his dick sliding into her cock-starved pussy caused her nipples to tighten into painful peaks of arousal. Then incredibly, her clit began to tingle.
Damn! This was new. She’d never reacted sexually to a man this fast before, and especially to a stranger. But looking at Beau, Marissa knew immediately that he was different. Instant attraction? She shrugged inwardly. It was possible. Or so her sister insisted. Dani had met and married Rob after only knowing him a week. And they’d been together eight years and three kids now.
By the time Beau met her eyes there was a warm lazy look in his that told Marissa he liked what he was looking at, too. A lot. A fact backed up by the still present bulge behind his zipper. The fact that he wanted her fueled her desire out of bounds. It also gave her a naughty idea. How strong was this Texan’s will power? It was crazy, but she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to test him.
“Well, before I can get dressed, I have to undress.” Normally Marissa would have called for an assistant. She sashayed up to Beau. “I need help, cowboy. Can you please unlace me so I can get out of this thing?” She presented her back to him, then lifted her hair out of the way and waited, holding her breath. She had to admit, the thought of his eyes roaming over her body made her hot.
There was the slightest of hesitations before she heard his low drawl, “Yes ma’am.”
Warm breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her flesh, and was surprised at how proficiently his fingers worked at undoing the laces that held her corset closed. It wasn’t long before Marissa felt the bodice give way, and then she was able to take in a deep breath again. When she felt Beau’s hands at the small of her back, she knew he was almost done. Then he sucked in his breath, and hesitated. Marissa smiled, knowing why.
“Is that an order, darlin?” His tone seemed a little raspy.
He was referring to the tattoo she had across the top of her buttocks. Fuck me hard and fast. She’d done it on a dare. Realizing where his gaze was turned her hotter.
The vixen inside her prompted her into leaning closer to him. She glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact. “More like a…suggestion.” Their gazes held. Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was acting. But she was suddenly horny beyond belief, and something about this big Texan got her juices flowing.
A tick appeared in his clean-shaven jaw. “Something tells me you like shocking people Miss Lambert.”
Miss Lambert? So he was determined to keep it business between them. His way of remaining professional. Interesting. She was more determined than ever to break down his self-control, and as his hands continued what they were doing Marissa let her hair fall.
“Almost done?”
“You’ll know when I’m done,” he growled.
It sounded like a threat but she detected the rough passion in his tone. Then she felt his hands return to her waist, just above the flare of her hips. Nostrils flaring like a wild animal catching the scent of his mate, the look in his eyes darkened. He looked edgy, even dangerous. She smiled knowingly and turned back around.
Will he take the bait? Marissa hoped so. There was something wicked and hot about letting the moment compel you into doing it with a stranger. Deep down she knew it was wrong, and careless. But she refused to listen to reason.
I don’t want to listen to reason! I want him to ravish me. To strip me naked and fuck me hard and fast.
The lust flowing through her blood urged Marissa to react without thinking. She arched her bottom until she was able to brush against the front of his jeans. It wasn’t a light touch and she didn’t even try to pretend it was an accident. Her breathing picked up speed as she moved her butt in a rotating motion over his throbbing cock. She caught Beau’s hiss, right before he ripped open the back of her corset.
Marissa caught her breath, slightly surprised at the force in which he moved. Nothing else mattered now except how badly she wanted his hands on her body.
“I don’t play games, lady.” He muttered the words against the back of Marissa’s neck. They were angry and passionate at the same time, revealing his conflicting emotions.
“Neither do I, cowboy,” she murmured softly, swaying slightly with a hunger that was weakening her soul, reminding her that she’d been too long without a lover.
“I’m warning you. If this goes any further it won’t stop until I’m fucking you up against that wall.”
Oh my! The visual he created was Marissa’s undoing. His words produced an immediate response in her body. Wetness flooded her pussy and soaked the material covering her mound. Her clit throbbed and zinged with desire. She moaned softly, and the next time she brushed her bottom against Beau’s zipper she made certain there was no question of what she wanted. He held her tightly by the hips and thrust his hips where she planted her butt. Consumed with arousal, she covered his hands and held them against her, afraid he would come to his senses and stop.
Beau’s response was a savage animal like sound. His hands moved inside Marissa’s corset and he pulled the clinging garment down her body and legs in one rapid motion. She stepped out of it and would have turned around, only he had other ideas. His arms came around her and without warning, his hands were roughly cupping her full breasts.
Marissa moaned loudly and thrust her heaving flesh further into his calloused palms with abandon, silently letting him know that she liked what he was doing. His fingers tweaked her nipples until they burned sweetly, before one hand trailed a path of fire down her belly. His caress turned feather light, tickling her. Only Marissa’s soft laugh ended with a low sigh of intense bliss.
; Her knees buckled when his finger glided between her swollen pussy lips and over her throbbing clit. Marissa would have sunk to the floor had it not been for the strength in Beau’s arms. He easily held her on her feet and pushed her up against the very wall he’d held her against earlier. Careful not to crush her, he sandwiched Marissa between him and the wall and continued to finger her. Going in deep.
“Oh God!” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, trembling wildly. When was the last time she’d felt anything half as good, or as satisfying? Having a man’s warm finger manipulate her clit and fuck her pussy didn’t compare to a cold, unbending dildo. The only thing that could top it would be having his cock inside her.
Her orgasm quickly built. Marissa felt it spiraling through her body like a fast running river out of control, felt the telltale signs that told her there was no turning back. She was about to climax. She began to move her hips faster, straining to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that equaled nothing else. Her breathing picked up speed, as his had. Her moans escalated, and then his hand was gone. Her eyes bolted open with disbelief. Before she could stop it, a groan of protest erupted. No!
Beau moved his mouth to her shoulder. He kissed his way up her collarbone, beneath the fall of her hair against her neck and jaw line, and then turned her around so he could take her mouth. He kissed her long and hard, and sucked on her tongue as it thrust against his, all the while pushing his hips against her, his hands shaping and caressing her full breasts. He pinched her nipples, turning her wild.
Marissa’s hands worked frantically to undo his belt buckle and zipper, with only one all-consuming thought on her crazed mind. She wanted him to fuck her. An overwhelming need controlled her actions and drove her impatient. Finally she worked it free, unsnapped his jeans, and lowered the zipper carefully over his raging cock. Without hesitation or protest she reached inside for his flesh.
His thick cock was hot and as hard as steel. Marissa ran her hand over the length to the base. She caressed his heavy balls, relishing in the shudder that racked Beau’s body. God, she wanted him inside her! She tugged on him and arched her hips so that she could rub his flesh against her clit. She was so close to coming.
Beau jerked to a halt. Their gazes met. His expression was raw, revealing the lust gripping him. Marissa couldn’t imagine hers looked any different. She gave his cock a squeeze and continued to rub the head between her pussy lips. Nothing seemed to matter at that moment, not where they were, not that they were strangers. They were caught up in the moment, driven by a need that seemed to come out of nowhere, so strong that it wouldn’t be denied. It was bigger than either of them.
His mouth swooped down on hers and Marissa opened hers to his probing tongue. She welcomed his rough possession. Everything he did fueled her desire to higher levels, until she was trembling and burning up with it. When he ended the kiss, his mouth traveled down her throat and chest to her breasts. He cupped the heavy flesh and brought it to his lips.
She threw her head back against the wall as he sucked and nibbled at her nipples. Marissa’s aching clit clenched with reaction. Damn, he’s going to make me come just by sucking my nipples.
He tore his mouth away from her breasts. “There’s a condom in my wallet.” He sucked at a tender spot beneath Marissa’s ear. “Inside my right back pocket.” His hips moved back and forth, forcing his cock against her sensitive clit. “You better make it quick.”
Marissa reached around him and dug into his pocket for his wallet. She slid it out, opened it, and felt blindly for the familiar foiled packet. The wallet fell to the floor. Beau took the packet from her fingers and tore it open with his teeth. Marissa took it back from him and rolled it onto his shaft, and then he took her by the hips.
“Hold on.”
She caught her breath when he lifted her. Their gazes met and held as he slowly lowered her onto his cock. She cried out softly as he tunneled into her, stretching her, and settling deep inside her body. Their lips met as Beau began to pound into her, slow at first, then picking up speed and pushing them both over the threshold. To keep from screaming when she climaxed Marissa sank her teeth into his shoulder. He grunted at the pain but it seemed to drive him over the edge.
Almost simultaneously, Beau clutched Marissa to him. He slammed into her one last time, grunting with his release. The force of their combined orgasms rendered them helpless. All they could do was twitch and jerk against each other, letting the powerful moment run its course. Gradually the convulsions of her body slowed and with it, the sensual fog lifted enough for her to realize the magnitude of what she’d just done.
Chapter 3
Beau leaned heavily into Marissa, totally drained. As he labored to catch his breath and calm his body down, he took stock of what had just happened. Not once in his thirty-five years had he ever reacted so quickly to a woman, or fucked her after knowing her less than ten minutes. He was surprised at himself for losing control. Hell, he was there to do a job. And so far, he’d broken his one hard fast rule-you didn’t mess around with the client.
Well, there was nothing he could do to change that now. Marissa was beautiful, hot, and had a mind of her own. She’d pushed his buttons as if she knew him, and Beau wasn’t going to kid himself into thinking that she hadn’t known what she was doing. For reasons only she understood, she’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her.
He sucked a deep breath into his smoke free lungs, wishing for the cigarettes he’d given up six months before. The air was thick with the scent of sex, warm and musky and very identifiable. With his nose pressed into Marissa’s soft hair, he could also smell the light scent of her flowery shampoo.
A low grunt escaped him as his cock softened and slipped out of her body. When she twitched slightly, he smiled. Then it dawned on Beau that he was still holding her pinned against the wall, her feet dangling a few inches off the floor. Slowly he let her slide down. He pulled back to meet the glitter of her eyes.
“I hope you don’t think I’m in the habit of doing things like this all the time.”
Confusion filled her pretty eyes, and then amusement. “Isn’t that my line? I’ve never done anything like this, ever. I don’t know what got into me.”
Beau couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. After a few seconds, it dawned on her what she’d said. The blush that came over her face revealed her embarrassment. He looked around the small room until his gaze fell on a robe over the back of a chair. Without taking his eyes off Marissa, he stepped back and reached for it.
“Thank you.”
She clutched it to the front of her. Beau swung around to give her some time to slip into it. He reached down and took care of the condom before tucking his deflated, well-loved cock back into his pants, then zipped up and buckled his belt.
“I hope you don’t think this changes my mind about letting you go, Mr. Evans.”
The woman was stubborn. He turned back to her. She was tying the sash to the robe, just beneath her full rounded breasts. “We’ve already had this conversation. And under the circumstances, don’t you think we’re on a first name basis?”
Marissa slapped her hands on her hips. The action caused the robe to part slightly between her breasts. His gaze automatically went to the dark cleavage there. He pushed aside the memory of rolling her hard nipples with his tongue. Her slight huff caused Beau to raise his gaze. Her pretty lips were pressed in obvious irritation. What did she expect? They’d just had one hot fuck session, and he was a boob man. Especially when they were big, round, and lickable.
“I think under the circumstances you should leave.”
He had to give her credit. She didn’t back down easily. And she had more spunk than common sense.
“I doubt Kirk will continue to pay you when he learns of the liberties you’ve taken with me.”
He ignored her comment, which more or less held him to blame. “I believe his exact words were, ‘Do whatever it takes to keep Marissa safe. I don’t care if you have
to handcuff her to you. I don’t want her out of your sight until this killer is caught.’” He paused to take a breath. “And you wanted my dick inside you as much as I did.”
Her pretty jaw dropped, but it was clear she was speechless. He reached forward and with a finger beneath her chin, closed her mouth. She jerked her face away. Beau made the mistake of chuckling at her show of defiance, underestimating her. He didn’t see the hand coming his way until it was nearly too late.
His fingers wrapped around her wrist just before her hand connected with his jaw. For a moment, they played tug of war, but Beau refused to let her go. She couldn’t win against him and for some reason he was enjoying the exchange. Touching Marissa again so soon, for any reason, was fueling the fire in his blood again, and at an alarming rate. What the fuck is the matter with me?
She gasped and gave one hard pull. “Do you mind?”
Beau pulled back just as sharply, until her body was flush against his. Their gazes clashed. “Are you sure you want to continue this? You won’t win against me. I’m here to protect you.”
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