Danger and Desire: A Romantic Suspense Anthology

by Kimberly Kincaid

  Brad was also second in the compound hierarchy, and due to the military nature of the organization, there were rules preventing him from getting involved with a subordinate in the organization.

  Everything Jenna knew about Brad told her that he wouldn’t violate those rules, which meant his options for sexual partners were limited to residents of Tamarack or finding a partner during his trips out of town. For all she knew, he could be going to Anchorage every other week and be seeing someone there, but she didn’t think so.

  Brad’s lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and, much as she reveled in this moment, she reminded herself his intensity was probably more about long abstinence than about her. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in the fantasy that he wanted her for more than just sex.

  After all, he’d said as much before she told him to kiss her.

  She tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck and told her brain to shut up so she could enjoy this.

  Brad Fraser is kissing me!

  She cupped his face and pulled his mouth back to hers. She needed his taste in her mouth to silence the inner demons that would detract from this glorious moment.

  He let out a soft groan, then scooped her up and carried her, pressing her back to a tree as he kissed her. His tin-cloth coat rode up as she wrapped her thighs around his hips. His thick erection teased her center, no longer hampered by the stiff waxed canvas.

  He released her mouth and whispered. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” Then his lips found her neck again, and he was going to give her a hickey if he wasn’t careful. Part of her hoped he did. Then tomorrow, she could look in the mirror and know this had really happened.

  His mouth left her neck, and she opened her eyes to see why he’d stopped. He met her gaze. His eyes were filled with the most intense hot look she’d ever seen. “Do you want this, Jenna?”

  Desperately. But she also had to keep her wits about her. He wasn’t asking about sex, he was asking about the no-strings part. Could she have sex with him and be okay with it being meaningless? Would it hurt to see him in the roadhouse and know he didn’t want her again?

  But wouldn’t she regret it forever if she didn’t seize this moment?

  Besides, he was leaving, and it would hurt less once he was gone.

  Slowly, she nodded. “I do want this. But I don’t have condoms, and I’m not on any kind of birth control.” Plus, there was that question of if he was promiscuous out of town. Even if she was on birth control, a condom would be necessary.

  His blue eyes seared her with the most delicious heat. He kissed her again, then stepped back from the tree and set her on the ground. Before she could find her footing, he scooped her up again and slung her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

  She screeched—probably sounding a lot like the mother owl. “Brad! What are you doing?”

  He marched out of the woods and into the open meadow. “I don’t have a condom either, so I’m going to lay you down in the grass and make you come.”

  The wind whipped across the open field. “It’s too cold to get naked out here.”

  “Then we’ll do it without getting naked. I can’t take you to my quarters at the compound, and I’m guessing you don’t want to bring me to the house you share with your dad. It’s a small place, and I intend to make you come hard and loud.”

  He made excellent points. There was no way she could bring him home, not like this. Her dad was a light sleeper, when he was able to sleep at all. She relaxed in his hold as he carried her across the open swath of wilderness.

  He reached the center of the field and lowered her to the ground. He kissed her again, then said, “Have you ever fooled around this close to an owl’s nest before?”

  She laughed. “No.”

  He released her, then slipped the backpack from his shoulder and pulled out the blanket she’d crammed inside. He spread it out on the tall grass, then sank into it, pulling her down to sit on his lap, ensuring she faced the nest high above.

  “My hands are going to be cold to start with,” he warned.

  Between his hot kisses and her flannel shirt, fleece pullover, and jacket, she was plenty warm. Even sweating a bit. “I’m good with cold hands. Maybe they’ll keep me from combusting.”

  “Do I make you hot, Jenna?”

  “Desperately.”

  He slid his fingers under all her layers and pressed his palms to her warm skin. He wasn’t kidding—his fingers felt like ice—but she hadn’t been kidding either, and the cold touch felt good. She let out a purring sound and sank back against him as he kissed her neck and ran his hands over her belly and moved upward, slipping beneath her bra to cup her small breasts.

  He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers as his mouth caressed her. She shifted, needing to kiss him, and stretched her neck back to take his mouth with hers. Their tongues slid along each other as one of his hands abandoned her breast and slid down her belly to the button on her jeans. She quickly undid the button and lowered the zipper, and his hand kept sliding down, until his cold fingertips teased her hot center.

  She groaned and bucked as a rough finger ran across her clit. The female owl let out a high-pitched hoot, and the male answered.

  Jenna let out her own wild cry. Brad had barely touched her, and she could come at any moment.

  “Not so fast,” Brad whispered, then returned his mouth to hers for another deep kiss. His magic fingers left her clit and slid between her lips, and he stroked her inside.

  She whimpered. His touch felt amazing, and his erection at her back let her know the rest of him would feel amazing too. “I’m never leaving the house without a condom again,” she murmured against his lips.

  He paused. It was brief, but just enough to remind her that there wouldn’t be another encounter like this, and she wanted to curse her dumb mouth for saying her thoughts aloud. But then he kissed her again and whispered against her lips, “I have regrets about that too. But this can be almost as good.”

  One of his hands remained on her breast, while the other explored her folds and returned to her clit, his touch alternating between soft and teasing and firm friction that threatened to make her explode. She relaxed in his arms, her mouth leaving his as she leaned against his shoulder, lost in the exquisite sensations of his touch. She closed her eyes and listened to the soft hoots of the owls.

  The high grasses surrounded the blanket, protecting them from the worst of the wind, and even though they were in the center of a twilit meadow, this felt utterly private.

  “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” Brad said. “Right now, the look on your face as I touch you might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She wanted to open her eyes and see his face, but the pleasure he was drawing from her body was building to impossible levels and she simply couldn’t. Utterly lost in the moment, she panted and groaned and rocked her hips as he brought her ever closer to orgasm.

  “That’s it, come for me, beautiful.” His lips touched her temple. “I love watching you. Now let me hear you.”

  He increased the friction of his fingers. The feeling was so intense, she jolted and let out a guttural groan. “Brad. Oh my God…”

  He kept his thumb on her clit as his index and middle fingers slid inside her. He stroked her inside and out, hitting her G-spot.

  “Brad!” Her orgasm crashed into her, and she made a sound somewhere between a cry and a scream, which echoed across the meadow.

  The owls hooted in response, and they both laughed even as she gasped and shook and rocked against his hand, drawing every last bit of pleasure she could from his touch.

  He kissed her neck and murmured, “Yes, baby. Yes. That was so fucking hot.”

  She clamped a hand over his to still his fingers as she came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever received.

  “Wow,” she said, her voice a little hoarse from her screams a moment ago.

  He chuckled and kissed her temple as he g
ently removed his fingers from between her legs and slid down on the blanket, lying down and pulling her with him so she settled against his side with her head on his chest.

  She realized he must have been sitting hunched over, holding her as she half lay on his lap. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him. She ran a hand over his jacket. He was still fully clothed, as was she. Only her pants were undone.

  It wasn’t fair, really, that she finally got to have him but didn’t get to see him naked. Didn’t get to explore his perfect body with her mouth. She stroked his chest—not that he could feel it through the tin-cloth coat—and slid her hand down to his belt.

  His hand covered hers. “You don’t have to. I mean, tonight, this, it’s all for you.”

  She frowned and met his gaze. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

  “I absolutely want your hands on me. But I also don’t want to take from you when this is all we’re going to have.”

  “But why does this have to be all we get?”

  “I’m going to leave, Jenna. I don’t want to make that harder for either of us.”

  Was he saying that he feared getting involved with her could change his mind?

  “If all I get is tonight, then I absolutely get to explore your body. It’s only fair.”

  He smiled, and damn but she thought her heart would burst. She’d fantasized about that smile being directed at her like this for years, and from the way he kissed and the bulge in his pants, she knew his desire for her was a hundred percent real.

  “Why did you wait until now to let this happen?” she asked. “Why wait until you’re leaving?”

  “There’s a reason I’ve never been alone with you. I wasn’t ever going to let this happen. I’ve always known I will leave Tamarack, and you’ve always been clear you’re staying.”

  “And you thought being alone with me would…break your resolve?”

  A corner of his mouth crooked up as he ran a hand down her side. “I think tonight pretty much proves I was right.”

  He had a point there.

  “We could have dated. I mean, hell, we might have realized we’re incompatible and broken up after the third date. It wouldn’t have had to be serious.”

  He rolled to his side, then shifted on top of her, pinning her, but keeping his weight off her. “Do you really think that would have happened? Do you really think we’re incompatible? I just made you come so hard, you scared the owls, and I nearly came in my pants just hearing you scream my name.”

  “Fine, so in bed, we’d be good, but we can’t know about the rest.”

  His voice was soft and low. “But I do know. And I think you do too.”

  She did. Why else had she been lusting after him for three years? Because the more she got to know Brad Fraser, the more certain she was she could fall in love with him. So he’d never given her a chance.

  He kissed her now, tenderly, and she felt tears form at the corners of her eyes. He cared about her. The difference between them was, he didn’t want to care.

  She kissed him back, sliding her tongue along his as she stroked his cheeks. He raised his head. “So that’s why I say we can stop now. Or I could just hold you. This can’t continue past tonight because I don’t want this to be harder for you later, and if we spend time together, it will be hard when I leave—for both of us.”

  She pushed on his chest, and he obligingly rolled off her. She kept pushing until he was on his back. She smiled and sat up, then straddled him, placing both her hands on his chest to pin him down. “If all I get is tonight, then I’m going to enjoy it. And that means touching you. And tasting.” She licked her lips. “Every. Hot. Inch of you.”

  Chapter 5

  There was no mistaking her meaning, and Brad would be lying if he didn’t admit to feeling a jolt of pleasure and relief at her words. He wanted to feel her hands on him as much as he’d wanted to touch her, but he was serious about not leading her on or letting her think this would change a thing.

  He reached up and unsnapped his coat. Tin cloth was great for cutting wind, but waxed canvas was an uncomfortable barrier here.

  “You’ll get cold,” Jenna said, even as she spread his coat wide.

  “I don’t care.”

  She slipped her hands under both his shirts and ran her palms over his abs, purring as she did so.

  “You keep making that sound and I’m going to start calling you kitten.”

  She laughed “In the roadhouse? I dare you.”

  Damn, she was right. This was going to have to remain their secret. Because if Hawk found out he’d fooled around with Jenna and then walked away from her, he’d kick Brad’s ass.

  He cupped a hand behind her head and pulled her down for a deep kiss. She rocked against his erection as her face lowered to his. Now it was his turn to purr. But he turned the sound into a growl, lest she get ideas. He released her mouth and said, “Not in the roadhouse, kitten. Right here, right now.”

  She held his gaze, her eyes alight with the sexiest heat, then she let out another soft purr and licked his neck. He laughed, jostling her as she straddled him. He placed his hands on her hips to steady her, even as he thrust upward, pressing his erection to her center. He really should have done this months ago. Years, even.

  But damn, it was going to be so hard to walk away from her after tonight. Now that he knew what she sounded like when she came. Now that he’d watched her face as his fingers stroked her to orgasm.

  What would it be like to be inside her? To look into her eyes as his cock filled her tight heat?

  No. He couldn’t have that. It was the price of being a dipshit who didn’t have a condom in his wallet. Months ago, he’d taken it out, figuring if he was ever alone with Jenna, the lack of condoms would keep him in line.

  How naïve he’d been.

  She rose, straightening her spine and putting her weight on her knees as she looked down at him. She pulled up his shirt again and slid her hand beneath to explore his abs. He released her hips and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open to reveal the tactical light compression shirt beneath.

  She made an exaggerated purring sound. “Damn, you have a beautiful body.” She couldn’t slide her hands under the compression shirt higher than his abs, so instead, she ran her hands over the slick fabric, tracing his pecs.

  He still had all his layers on, and sat up to remove his coat and button-down shirt from his arms, but when it was time to peel off the compression shirt, she stopped him. “Leave it for now, so you don’t get cold.”

  He wanted to deny he’d be cold with her hands on him, but the wind whipped up, reminding him they were in Alaska in the middle of what passed for night here. And they should be thankful for the wind keeping the mosquitoes down.

  She pushed on his chest, and he flopped back onto the blanket, pulling her with him to escape the wind. She gently bit his nipple through his shirt and ran her hands over him again. “I can’t believe I finally get to touch you.”

  He closed his eyes, taking in the moment, not believing he was finally being touched by her.

  The moment he’d told her about the owl’s nest, he’d known this would happen. Alone with Jenna in the woods and not have his hands all over her? Absolutely totally and completely unpossible.

  Jenna purred some more as she ran her hands all over his front, starting at his shoulders and moving slowly downward. She scooted lower and lower until she was straddling his knees and her hands were again at his belt.

  This time, he didn’t stop her. He merely watched as she deftly undid the buckle, then unbuttoned his fly. His erection had strained against the thick denim—a discomfort he’d relied on to keep himself from coming when he had his fingers in her slick heat earlier—and once freed of the restricting denim, his cock pushed out from under the top band of his boxer briefs and sprang upward.

  “Pop! Goes the weasel,” Jenna sang.

  He laughed, a full belly laugh that felt almost as good as her hands on him. As his hands on her.
“Let’s…not nickname my penis ‘weasel,’ though, okay, kitten?”

  She gave him a saucy, wicked grin, then placed her mouth over the tip and sucked, letting out another sexy purr. Pleasure concentrated on that one lucky part of him, and he involuntarily twitched, his hips bucking slightly. She laughed, keeping him in her mouth as she did so, the vibration of her laugh adding to the sensation. Then she wrapped a hand around the base and took him deep, licking and sucking on his shaft all the way down, then up again.

  He wrapped his fingers in her hair and lost himself in the pleasure of her mouth and hands. He was in an open meadow in one of the most beautiful places on earth, with the kindest, warmest, most beautiful woman he knew, and she was going down on him as owls hooted above.

  This was a fantasy he hadn’t even known he had until he was in the moment. It would supersede all other sex fantasies moving forward.

  He hadn’t come with oral sex since he was a teen, but Jenna’s mouth, hands, and the noises she made—like she was enjoying it as much as he was—quieted all the thoughts that usually got in the way. Jenna was going to make him come, gloriously hard and fast. But damn it, he wouldn’t come alone.

  “Jenna, move to my side so I can touch you.” He punctuated the sentence with a groan as she swirled her tongue over the tip, then sucked him deep again.

  When she didn’t move, he gently tugged at her hair, tilting her head so he could see her eyes. “I need to touch you.”

  Her gaze held his. Her eyes were smoky hot, and his cock was deep in her mouth. He wanted the image to be burned into his brain so he could call it up on lonely, cold nights and remember how it felt to be with her.

  “Please, kitten.”

  Her eyes lit with laughter, and she kept her mouth on him as she shifted from straddling him to being on her knees by his side, just within his reach.

  He tugged at her open pants, pulling them down so he could touch her at this new angle, and slid his fingers between her thighs. He dipped a finger inside her, then another, stroking her within. She closed her eyes and hummed with his cock in her mouth, then renewed her attention to sucking and stroking him.