Kiss the Killer [From the CIA 2](BookStrand Publishing Romance)

by Dawn Kunda

  “How about I follow you to make sure you get home safely? Do you have any family waiting for you?”

  He looked genuinely concerned. The bad guys were good at acting, though. “Whatever. No family. Just a llama, and she’s vicious.” She could kick herself. Not quite sure, but she thought she accepted the escort.

  Chapter 3

  Vic sat at the wrong table even if he had a great meal and a sexy woman to watch while he ate. The sabbatical from any sexual relationship since he’d flown into Sweden controlled his ambitions after a warm and comfortable evening. The wrong head did the thinking while he yanked a couple bills from his wallet, tossed it to the waitress, and shrugged on his jacket to catch up with Gerty who’d nearly gotten through the crowd to the front door.

  He could kick himself.

  He shouldn’t get involved. She needed protection, and he knew he could protect a beautiful woman from a forlorn, probably abusive ex-boyfriend. Yet, he might not be around long enough. Whether he needed to inhabit another country for his purpose or whether he got killed in the process, the odds played against him. It wouldn’t be fair to drag her into his agenda.

  He maneuvered through the crowded bar as he kept his eye on her back. Her hips moved with a sexy purpose clad in tight jeans and knee-high leather boots hugged her calves. The low heel on the boots put her at about five-four or -five. Perfect. Her chestnut hair swayed at her shoulders. Her thighs…he’d like to sink his face between them.

  “Shit,” he muttered as he commanded himself to get in control. He’d probably never see her again after she gets in her car. He’d make sure she got home safe, and she hadn’t mentioned an invitation inside.

  Twenty minutes and he drove a few roads he’d crossed on his explorations but others totally foreign to him. She turned into the drive of a brown home. It looked typical.

  Now it was time for him to honk his horn and continue to his apartment, but his wheels made the same turn she did into the drive. She can send him on his way, if she’s so inclined. He expected it as he parked behind her, leaving the motor running. He didn’t want to assume too much.

  He rolled his window down as she approached. “This is my home. You need a cup of coffee before you drive farther.” She turned and walked to the side door not waiting for an answer.

  Vic felt the snug appreciation in the front of his jeans as he cut the engine and jumped from the car. He didn’t want to give her a chance to change her mind, not that he expected more than what she offered—the cup of coffee.

  She left the door wide open as she entered. Vic followed, but stopped on the entry rug. He looked around. The place appeared homey and comfortable. He felt a pang of remembrance for the comfort of home. Granted, his home in the US had been sparsely furnished. He spent little time in it, but it had the familiarity he missed.

  Gerty already had a bag of coffee opened as she scooped grounds into the filter. He watched her move until she paused with an obvious hesitation. Time for him to get kicked out, he guessed.

  She turned her head and glanced toward him. Her eyes briefly swung down his body before jerking back to meet his stare. She closed the lid of the coffee maker. Instead of pushing the “on” button, she reached for the fridge and swung the door open. Not much occupied the shelves, but her hand reached for two lone bottles of dark glass.

  “I’ve had these for the last two months, so maybe we should get rid of them.”

  He didn’t know her well. Matter of fact, he didn’t know her at all, so maybe cleaning the fridge at night was her thing.

  She held a bottle toward him.

  He raised an eyebrow as he took the offer. “Thanks.”

  “Let’s sit on the sofa.” He followed her like a puppy, mesmerized by her backside again.

  “You didn’t have to invite me in. I only wanted to make sure you got home safe.” He sat, leaning forward with the bottle dangling between his knees.

  She took a swig from her bottle. Setting it on an end table, she faced him. Her head dipped sideways as she studied him. Normally, he’d be all over a woman like her, but things had changed in the last few months and he played with a different set of rules. Rules he hadn’t tested yet, but they were meant to keep him alive.

  “Just tonight.” He began to think she could only form short sentences in English. He didn’t know Swedish, so he’d take what he could.

  He felt like a virgin as her hands cupped his face, and she leaned in with warm lips covering his mouth. As she made contact, the virgin idea left immediately. His mouth responded with a strength overpowering her immediacy. Without breaking contact, he slid his nearly full bottle onto the table at his knees.

  His hands had other ideas. He reached between her jacket and the thick sweater where he could feel her hot body smolder. His tongue drove into her mouth to tangle with the wetness he assured himself would be in other places on her body.

  He kissed her mouth and slid his lips to her jaw and behind her ear. The sweet encounter hardened his body and warned him to slow down before she abruptly changed her mind.

  Sure enough, she pushed him back, her lips damp, plump, and something he wanted more of. Surprisingly, she shrugged out of her jacket and threw it over the arm of the sofa. She leaned back into him as he fumbled with his jacket.

  “Just tonight,” she repeated.

  Glad she had more control than he did right now, and he wouldn’t let her down. He’d allow himself this one evening to do all the things a woman loves. She hadn’t needed to let him into her house. He admitted to himself that the porch would’ve worked for him. He’d have to convince himself that one time and one time only was all he could afford as a leisurely break in his duty.

  The thought slipped away as she reached for the button of his jeans. He remembered the gun still at his back.

  “Let’s go to your bed.” He hated to distract her from the enjoyment, but he needed to hide the gun, or if she had any sense she’d definitely send him on his way.

  “Right.” Without a break in her rhythm, she got up and stripped her blouse on her way to the back of the house.

  As she went out of view, he pulled his jacket loose, watching to see if she came back. Slipping the holster and gun from his waistband, he bundled them in the jacket. He shook his head as he sprung from the sofa and followed her trail of clothes down the hall.

  A dim light lit the room she’d chosen. Turning into the bedroom, she had her back to the door as she kicked her boots to the side, rose up straight, and let her pants fall to the floor. Damn, he couldn’t believe he’d held off this long in finding a Swedish nymph to fulfill his needs, needs which had been hard to forget.

  Her torso tapered to a slender waist of silky white skin met by a sheer, dark blue swatch of material. She wasted no time in shimmying out of her panties and unhooking her bra. As her clothes created a pile on the wooden floor, he realized he remained pasted to the entry to watch her body move with deliberation.

  She turned toward him, demanding his attention. One part of him wanted to study and analyze her body. The other part of his brain urged him to get close and feel whatever he could get his hands on the fastest.

  “Do you need help?” It was a straightforward question, and Gerty’s eyes held no doubt in what she expected.

  Vic coughed into his hand. His adrenaline heightened and his confidence in a sexual encounter soared with her interest spelled out. “Didn’t want to miss your show before I gave you mine.” That sounded stupid, but she didn’t flinch as he unzipped his jeans, the button already taken care of. He half expected her to finish undressing him, yet she focused on his zipper and waited for the rest.

  He bent down, set his bundled jacket against the wall, untied his boots, and pulled them off. Rising up, he shoved his jeans to the ground and kicked them over his jacket and gun. He’d never let his gun far from reach even if Miss Sweden were the one undressing three feet in front of himself.

  He tucked his fingertips into the waistband of his briefs. She didn’t w
ait to see the apparent hardness he’d built during the exchange, but hurried to the attached powder room and slammed the door.

  Vic pulled his head back at her departure, letting his fingers release and leave his underwear in place. He’d just convinced himself she wouldn’t evacuate, but he didn’t always read a woman well and he certainly felt amateurish when the woman wasn’t paid for and might have different cultural habits.

  * * * *

  Alina let a rush of air from her lungs as she shut herself in the bathroom. He’s hot, he’s handsome and muscular, and I want his body under me. He’s done everything according to what I initiated, so he couldn’t have been sent from Iraq to find me. I’d be dead already. Alina leaned against the towel bar to calm herself. All she wants is an occasional release, and then she’d continue with her quiet life and her plan of revenge.

  Never thinking she’d find a man to take home, she still had supplied herself with contraception. Leaving it underneath her bathroom sink was as far as she’d gotten. If she’d been smarter, it would’ve been in her purse and she wouldn’t have brought him to her house. She hoped she’d never regret this move.

  I’d better hurry, or he might give up on me. Alina slipped the safety inside her and returned to her room where she found Vic sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m protecting us.”

  He nodded. “Thank you.” He held up a small square package. “I’d thought about that, too.”

  “Unless you’ve been around the block already, I’d rather not use that.” Since she’d gone this far, she wanted to enjoy him as much as her body could. He’ll probably be her last escapade for a while.

  “No, you’re my first. My first date since I’ve been here.” She raised her eyebrows. “I’ve been here a couple months. I’m clean.”

  He looked too good not to be clean. She’d take his word for it as she noticed her insides tingle with an easily recognizable heat. He stood and dropped his shorts.

  “Let me touch you first.” He dropped his hands to his sides at her command. She stood directly in front of him. As she touched his shoulders and ran her hands down his arms, she leaned in close enough for her excited nipples to rub against his chest. She wanted to take him now, but she’d prolong the ecstasy as long as she could.

  Forgetting the coolness of the room, her naked body filled with warmth, possibly transferred from his. She touched the hardness of his forearms and altered her hands to run along his chest and abdomen. He remained still, letting her examine whatever she wanted.

  She randomly flashed a look to his face as she bent down and continued to softly touch his buttocks, tight thighs, and back up to his chest. His look told her to do whatever came to mind. She saw, but did not venture to his male hardness. Once she went down there, she knew the rest of his body would take second place and she didn’t want to miss a thing.

  “I want you to touch me now.” She didn’t know where her brazenness came from, but it shot another stream of heat through her core.

  He complied as she dropped her arms at her side. His eyes kept time with his hands as he trailed his fingers along her collarbone and down to her breasts. He ran his hands underneath the soft, full tissue, letting them fill his palms. Gently, he squeezed and massaged her firm skin while whisking his thumbs across the light pink, hardened nipples.

  She failed to capture the groan that rose in her throat. He didn’t react to the sound, only continued his exploration. One hand firmly traveled to her waist, tightening for a moment, then slid to her hip and gripped her with a pull toward him. His other hand rounded her behind and held her as her body touched his, pressed on his, and inevitably ground against him.

  The foreplay between virtual strangers was enough to make Alina whimper and not care if he heard. She circled her arms around his massive chest and strong back as she sank her lips into his neck. Just the kind of man she hated to love—strong, handsome, intelligent, he had the air of intelligence, and sensual. Too late now, she’d take whatever she could get out of this hour, night, or whatever time it took just this once.

  His hardness shifted between her legs as he pulled her thigh up to his waist. She didn’t care if she didn’t control the rest of this encounter. She did the best she could until he cradled her against his hard body.

  * * * *

  Vic took the hint. Everything and anything was what this sexual beauty wanted from him. It’d be easy to sex her up without hesitation and leave without any entanglements. He didn’t worry about falling in love with a one-nighter, and that’s what this would be, a relief night.

  He’d quit thinking and just “do.”

  He liked how she felt small against his massive size. He couldn’t help but grip her flesh as his hands roamed her body. He sensed strength. Even if he took this chance of comfort for one evening, he felt the uncanny luck that he’d sat at her table. It would give him a good night’s sleep after two hours of physical exhaustion.

  He methodically moved his hips against hers, pulling tight, releasing, and embracing again. Holding her leg up against his hip allowed his excitement to rub back and forth against her wet entrance. Her lips roved his chest, yet it felt like she had a second pair arousing his shaft. He forced himself to go slow. He didn’t want this to end. He didn’t know when he’d chance another ’nighter.

  Her lips parted from his nipple she’d ravaged with her wet mouth, and she moaned with definite pleasure. Vic pulled away from her, grabbed her arms, and directed her to the edge of the bed. Before her face turned away, he caught a glimpse of emotion flit across her darkened eyes. He could see she enjoyed his body, maybe a little too much. Quit looking at her eyes. Emotions only cause danger.

  He focused lower and watched her breasts sway as she settled on the bed. Looking lower, he thought he detected a pulse in the moist area between her parted thighs.

  “Turn around.” He’d play the game of short commands.

  She looked at him, raised her brows. Turning around, she climbed onto the bed and rested on her knees. He grabbed her hips and yanked her butt against his waist. She turned her head to keep looking at him, and he refused to match her stare. Instead, he ground his pelvis between her cheeks.

  Excitement rushed through his length and could explode any second. He slowed his movements to regain his control. That’s what it’s all about, control. That’s what everything is about and he wanted to prove to himself he was in control no matter what.

  He reached between her legs and positioned himself at her slick entrance. He pushed lightly, not entering, and then pushed a bit harder. Back and forth, he eased himself into the hot spring of this luscious Swedish recipient. Each push entered farther. A final thrust and her opening sucked him in. She yelled out.

  “Did—”

  “Do that again. Please,” she pleaded in a rushed breath. That answered his question. She liked it. She wanted more. He had a lot more to give with pleasure.

  He swung his hips into her again, slow and hard. He felt himself grow more rigid as he detected her hand reach to her wetness. She moved her butt up and down along with his pushes. He wanted her to eat his body inside her every time he hit her sweet spot.

  His hands became hot as he gripped her hips, hoping not to bruise her, as her small behind slammed against his stomach and jiggled seductively every time. A couple more times and he’d break to keep from coming. All night long became his goal. This was too good to end quickly.

  He slowed his thrusts, but he negated the idea of stopping completely. They both wanted it badly, and he wasn’t one to disappoint. He held himself inside, deep, and swiveled his hips until she countered the movement. She removed her hand from her heat and dipped her fingers in her mouth.

  He watched her tongue roll around the tips and crevices of her hand, tasting what he wanted next. As she flicked her gaze at him, he looked away, pulled out of her, and flipped her onto her back. She arched up, begging for more.

  “Spin around, Doll.” He didn’t care for the name she’d supplied as it sounded
like he’d be sexing up an old maid and tonight had turned into fantasyland, so he wanted to keep it at that level.

  She didn’t need another command as she rotated with her head at the edge of the bed, her face beneath the master of the game. Her hands circled his hard-on and began to massage close to his testicles. She maneuvered her mouth over the end and tightened her lips.

  This time he let out a deep-throated grunt. He wanted to go wild in her mouth, and in response he swung her legs under his arms allowing himself to nudge his mouth into her wetness. He sucked on her lips and circled his tongue, hitting on her firmed nub as her lips repeatedly stroked him.

  Both their bodies pumped and gyrated with the surge of excitement making their skin slick with heat and sweat.

  Not time yet. I’m not done, yet. I’m not done, yet. Over and over, he convinced himself he wanted more and wanted to give more.

  She gasped when he stepped back to pull out of her mouth. His lips continued to gorge, and she writhed under the sensations he knew she felt. Her hands pushed against his chest. He swallowed and lifted his face. As she reached her mouth to him again, he backed off and made a circular motion with his hand.

  She understood and spun around, lying back on the bed with her legs dangling off. It was all so good, but this is what he waited for. The final act where he’d use his weight to push deep inside her body would be his ultimate satisfaction.

  She reached with her hands. “Don’t stop now. I want you—”

  “Inside you,” he finished. “You can forget me later, but I’d hate to think this is forgettable.” He dared a glance and met her stare. Their eyes locked for a brief second, which was too long. He saw her wanting, her need, and another sign he would never want a woman to show him.