by Laurie Roma
Oh, this was going to be so easy.
Tara leaned back and trailed a hand down her neck slowly until she reached between her cleavage. Julian stopped dead in his track, his eyes following her hand as if mesmerized.
“This little old thing? What…don’t you like it?”
Julian shook his head as if trying to clear it and glared at her. “You’re playing with me again,” he snapped out, stalking toward her.
Tara rolled her eyes and leaned forward, elbows braced on her knees. “Then stop making it so easy,” she snapped back. “I was playing a role tonight and had to look the part.”
“Ricardo Mendez isn’t just a drug lord. He’s a goddamn predator,” he accused.
“Yes, Julian, he is. It’s my job to take down people like him and make sure they disappear,” she argued. “And I’m no one’s prey.”
“Do you realize what he could have done to you? Jesus, Tara, you and your friend were—”
“I don’t answer to you, Julian!” Tara exploded. “This is what I do! We find the bad guys and we take them out. I don’t need to clear shit with you before I move. I already have the guys on my team trying to babysit me on the job. I won’t take that shit from you, too!”
“If you had explained what was going on—”
“Why? So you could tell me not to go? Tell me honestly, are you mad at the guys for going after Mendez tonight or just me?”
Julian paused. “It’s…it’s not the same.”
“Bullshit,” she snarled.
“Goddamn it!” Julian roared. “It is different. I care, you stupid, crazy woman. I care about what happens to you. God only knows why,” he ended on a mutter.
He opened his mouth to say something else then fury all but sparked from his eyes as they narrowed. He moved so fast she barely had time to blink. She moved to block him but relaxed as he gripped her chin in his large hand.
“Someone hit you.”
His deep voice vibrated with rage and his gentle touch was in complete contradiction to his tone as he stroked the bruise on her face. Julian’s tenderness did funny things to her stomach. She closed her eyes for a second and breathed deep, drinking in his sexy, spicy scent.
Thoughtful, dark-brown eyes met his steady blue globes. She placed her hand lightly on the wrist of his hand holding her chin. “Julian, it’s the job. I get hit, I get bruised. It’s what I do, who I am. If you don’t get that, then this is useless. There is no point in me being here with you.”
“I can understand it, Tara, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
He took a moment to collect himself and rein in his temper as he sat next to her on the couch. Leaning back, he rubbed his head with one of his hands. His expression softened.
“I don’t know why, but you pull at something in me. I know it’s your job and Lucian told me you were one of the best. I don’t doubt your abilities, but seeing you bruised…Damn it, I don’t like it.”
The concern in his tone had her insides melting.
Overcome with a need to touch him, Tara threw her leg over Julian and sat astride him on his lap. Bracing her hands on his shoulders she watched his eyes go wide with shock. She leaned down and stroked her lips lightly against his.
“Thanks for caring.”
Julian’s hand came up to cup her shoulders and he pulled her closer to draw her in for a long, deep kiss. Pulling back, he eyed her thoughtfully.
“You’re a complicated woman.”
Tara chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I know.”
“Every time we kiss, you stir something inside of me.”
Tara wiggled her hips against the straining erection under her ass. “I can definitely feel something stirring in your pants.”
That made him laugh. “Well, yes. You do seem to have that effect on me.” He sobered and stroked a gentle hand down her bruised cheek. “I can’t promise not to get upset when I see marks on you. I don’t want you hurt. Tara, I want to be with you. The real you.”
Tara opened her mouth to speak, but she didn’t know what to say. Had a man ever said that to her before? Was this what she wanted? As soon as she asked the question she realized it was…She wanted to be with him. She wanted to try.
“Just remember, you asked for it. Now shut up and kiss me.”
Her lips crushed down on his and she moaned as her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. She grabbed his head and pulled it down to her breasts popping out of the corset. He used his tongue and teeth to pull at the rounded globes and fought to pull the stiff material down further. Leaning away, Tara pushed him back into the couch. “Stay put.”
Julian fought back the urge to hold on to her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to…undress for you.” She slowly got up and braced her feet apart. “But first, I have to disarm.”
Julian didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t understand until Tara reached down into her boots. She pulled a knife out from each and threw them without looking so the points embedded into the wall. The two knives swayed upon impact.
Julian’s mouth dropped open. “Damn, you are a dangerous woman.”
Tara gave him a grin full of mischief. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Remember, you asked for it.”
She placed one of her legs on the side of his knee, slowing pulling down the zipper on the boot. She pulled off the boot, throwing it to the floor, then slowly did the same with the other leg. Julian’s hand reached up to touch her leg, but Tara’s harsh order stopped him.
“Don’t. No touching…yet. I’m not done.”
She pulled her belt from the loops of her pants and his eyes widened at the sight of the whip in her hand. Chuckling, she tossed it aside. Tara turned around so her back was facing him and reached back to pull the ties loose of the corset.
As the material came loose, Tara revealed a large, Japanese dragon tattoo that covered her entire back. Never being a fan of tattoos before, Julian found himself being strangely aroused by the sight of the design on her back.
“My very own girl with a dragon tattoo,” he murmured in a husky voice.
Tara held the front of the corset in place with one hand and she turned her head to smile at him. This was what she wanted, Julian breathing heavy, watching her as if his life depended on it. She let the corset drop to floor and turned back to him, hands braced over her breasts. Her flesh ached from being confined for so long and she slowly massaged her breasts with her hands. Tara watched Julian’s eyes flare with desire when she dropped her hands so he could see the tiny silver bars running through her nipples.
“Son of a bitch.” His breath left in a rush.
Breathing heavily, Julian took in Tara’s body with a quick, heated once-over and, sweet Jesus, the view was spectacular.
Tara had long, muscular legs and a tight, compact body with large, perfect breasts. Her dark nipples strained out like two small gumdrops, making his mouth water with the need to suck on them. Excitement flared higher as he noticed her nipples tightening around those small silver bars.
That was a surprise. The dark, erotic sight of her body jewelry almost had him coming before he even got to touch her. She smiled that secret smile of hers and he wanted her so bad he could taste it. His gaze roamed over her and narrowed slightly at the bullet scars he saw on her torso. He felt a sharp stab to the heart when he saw the proof of the dangerous life she led.
Undoing her pants, Tara hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled down. She let them drop to the floor and she stepped out, kicking them away from her.
Julian stared at her bare pussy like a man starved and all the blood in his body shot to his raging hard-on. That tempting bare pussy glistened with the evidence of her desire for him. His hands balled into fists as he struggled for control. “Fuck, no underwear…I love it.”
Tara moved a hand down to her pussy, touching herself. She wanted. After coming off a job, or mission, with adrenaline still pumping, the need to fuck was paramount. Her pussy was wet with her desire for him. Her body alr
eady providing the natural lubricant that would allow his massive erection to tunnel into her with ease. She stroked a finger over her tight little clit and barely held back a moan.
“I always go commando,” her voice dropped into a husky, seductive tone.
His smile was tight with lust. “I’ve noticed.”
Standing there naked, legs braced apart, she looked like a goddess…or a warrior queen waiting for her subject to fall to his knees before her, and at this point he was precariously close to doing just that.
“Come play with me.”
Julian shot off the couch at her playful invitation. He was on her before she could blink. He savaged her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep in a mimicry of what he wanted to do with his cock. He tore at his own shirt, heard the sound of the material ripping but he didn’t give a damn.
“I need to touch you.” Julian growled against her throat as he dragged her to the floor.
“Then do it. Touch me, give it to me, give me what I want.”
Her back hit the carpet and she gasped as his mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking it deep. She moaned low in her throat when he used his teeth to pull at her piercing and her body arched as his fingers pushed deep inside her pussy.
“What is that? What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything, everything,” Julian swore.
Tara’s body went on sensory overload when his thumb stroked over her clit. He moved his mouth over to her other breast and sucked, flicking his tongue over the metal balls at the end of the piercing, driving her wild with need. Tara cried out his name as sharp waves of pleasure overcame her and she came, drenching his fingers with her release.
“Damn, you’re amazing. My little warrior.”
Julian’s deep voice sounded harsh against her skin as he worked his way back up to her mouth. She loved the endearment he whispered to her. It made her blood boil. “Come inside me, Julian.”
“My pleasure.”
Somehow he had managed to get rid of his pants and boxers so she could feel his hard cock throbbing against her leg. She hooked a leg around his and expertly reversed their position so she was on top of his body. Moving slightly, she aligned their bodies and she pushed down, taking most of him into her with one hard push.
“Dear god…” he gritted out through clenched teeth. The pleasure was so acute he thought his heart would stop.
Tara felt the erotic bite of pain as his huge cock sank into her tight pussy. She raised herself slightly and slammed down hard, engulfing his length over and over again, struggling to take all of him inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside of me. You’re so big, it feels amazing. More, give me more.” She reared back and her hands came up to play with her own nipples.
“Tara…baby…” Julian’s strangled voice came out, but he was lost in the overwhelming feeling of her tight pussy taking him in. “Remember, baby? It was so good when I got you all wet and slick with my cum. I know you loved it when I came inside you. Now take all of me. I know we can get it in. Open up, baby, and take all of me.”
His hips came off the floor to grind against her. He flexed and strained, his body thrusting up as she met his every stroke. He almost came when she did a wicked rotation with her hips and he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his cock the next time she impaled herself on him.
Tara was killing him with pleasure, but what a way to die.
She did the same thing the next time she came down on him, and he lost control. He flipped her over so she was underneath him again. Holding her head steady in his hands, he savaged her mouth as he pounded his aching length into her over and over again like a wild animal.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he bit out as he surged inside her.
Tara opened her eyes to watch him. His jaw was locked. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his dark blue eyes gleamed with passion. “I’m going to come, Julian. I’m going to come on your cock. Fuck, it feels so good, oh god!”
Tara screamed when she came, her body shaking as her entire body tensed with pleasure.
Julian felt her muscles rippling and her words pushed him over the edge. His vision blurred, sensory overload taking over.
“Tara…” Julian groaned as his face tightened with pleasure.
He thrust once, twice, then jerked against her, hips grinding hard. He groaned, shaking as he came and his seed exploded out the head of his cock.
Chapter Eleven
“Woman, you killed me.”
Julian’s body jerked with the aftermath of his climax and he collapsed on top of Tara. Rubbing his head into the side of her neck, he held her close and harsh breath exploded from his chest.
Tara released a breathless laugh. Wanting to be on top, she hooked her foot over his leg and flipped them over again. Rubbing her body against his, she let out a purr of complete satisfaction. Damn, that was good. She could still feel him deep inside her, hot and hard, almost like he never came. She felt his thick cock jerk to life as she wiggled into a comfortable sitting position. His body gave an unconscious surge at her movement.
“You look alive to me, hot stuff. And I plan on keeping you that way, since I’m gonna have use for you later.” She squeezed her inner muscles on him again and felt his hips thrust up.
She laughed again.
God, he loved her laugh.
Julian let out a strangled groan as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her body. His movement shoved him deeper inside her, making her shiver.
“My dick doesn’t seem to realize that I just had an incredible orgasm. It’s still hard. Actually, I think I’ve been hard since I met you. Don’t worry about me fading on you, baby. This was just the beginning.”
He kept his hold on her small body as he lifted them both off the floor effortlessly and strode into the master bedroom. Julian’s bedroom was done in a soft gray color accented with all dark mahogany wood. The ceiling of the room had been painted a pale blue and white, like the perfect summer sky. Underneath that perfect sky was a massive custom-built bed, big enough to house the entire staff of the security division, covered with a dark blue duvet the exact color of Julian’s sapphire-blue eyes.
She didn’t get to look long as Julian whisked her straight into the master bathroom. The bathroom was enormous, with dark-gray slate tile floors, matching granite counters, and two white, raised, square sinks with waterfall faucets. Adjacent to the double sinks was a counter large enough for a pack of women to get ready in front of without getting in each other’s way. Of course, with Julian being a man, the space was currently empty.
Tara eyed the large sunk-in tub with no small amount of envy. Next to it was a large, open shower room that was tiled with the same dark-gray slate with what seemed like twenty different showerheads pointed in every direction.
Still slightly dazed from the spectacular sex, Tara didn’t say anything as Julian walked into the shower. That was until he turned on the water and shoved them both under the spray.
“You son of a bitch, it’s too cold,” she sputtered in outrage.
“I’ll warm you,” Julian murmured against her lips as he pressed her flailing body back against the wall. His taut muscles flexed as he pushed the entire length of his cock back inside her to the hilt. He loved the feel of her tight body welcoming him in, as if he belonged inside of her.
He held her head steady with a hand gripped tightly in her wet hair. With a deep growl, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, over and over again, stroking her tongue with his as he shoved his cock into her pussy in the same rhythm.
“You feel so good, baby. You feel perfect. It’s like your pussy was made for me, for my cock to fuck. That’s right, just let me put it in you. I wanna come in you again so damn bad I can taste it.”
The sound of his voice was like an aphrodisiac that heightened her every sense. His words made her muscles clench around the hard cock being shoved inside her, all the way to the entrance of her womb.
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�You like that, don’t you? I can feel you clenching on me. You like what I can give you. Look at me, baby. Watch me while I give it to you. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again. You want that, don’t you?”
Julian drew back, until only the head of his cock was lodged inside her and plunged back inside her heat. His hips slammed hard against her as he began to tunnel into her with a slow, steady rhythm. He worked his cock inside her, sliding in with ease from the cum he had spurted inside her during their first round.
Tara pulled her mouth away from his and savaged his throat. She bit down, then soothed the flesh of his neck where she bit with her tongue and felt a primal joy as a strangled groan escaped him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her mouth back to his.
“I want it, give it to me, Julian. Fuck me with your big dick and give it to me. Fill me. Do it.”
She was so hot, so slick with her desire that his cock filled her completely as he pushed deep inside her. Her whispered words struck a chord in him, made him hot, and filled him with savage lust. His hips surged, pounding into her body with fast, brutal strokes. He started to jackhammer his cock deep inside her, over and over, shoving his whole hard length deep.
Tara screamed as she came again, digging her nails deep into his shoulders.
He hissed at the pain as she raked him. “Ah, here it comes…I’m gonna come. Fuck, baby, let me fill you full. That’s it, take it. Take it all.” He groaned as he shoved his massive cock as far as it would go. Hips grinding hard against her, he roared with his release.
He held her there, braced against the wall, and buried his face into the hollow of her neck as the water cascaded down on both of them.
Here was ecstasy.
Here was peace.
In this woman’s arms, Julian had finally found a home. And in that perfect moment he knew that he would do anything to keep her.
* * * *
They showered and toweled off while Tara filled him in about the mission. Julian knew she was holding some information back, but he was pleased that she informed him about what was going on. He tried to act nonchalant, hiding his anger when she had described what had happened in the private room of the club because he didn’t want to start another fight about her job.
