“And the necklace? Do we need to pick that up today?”
Risa pulled her coffee mug from the single serve machine, ignoring the question about the necklace. “You riding around with me? Or following me in your car like you did yesterday?”
Sue’s cheeks reddened. “You saw me? Damn it.”
“I saw your cute Mini-Cooper parked on the street, but I liked knowing you were there. I felt very secure with you mirroring my every move.”
“Maybe you might keep it to yourself that you saw me…?” Sue said, wrinkling her nose. “The guys at the office would never let me live it down.”
Risa pretended to close a button on her lips.
“Thank you,” Sue said. “I owe you.”
Risa thought about Sue letting Trevor in last night, the incredible sex and then said, “No, I think we’re square.”
Risa rode with Sue, letting Sue do all the driving while Risa rested up from the previous night. After picking up Risa’s dress for the event, they headed over to the Grand Millennium Hotel of Dallas, the host hotel for the gala, where the final security meeting would be held. When Risa entered the hotel’s boardroom, the meeting was just beginning with Trevor taking the lead. Dressed in black slacks, a black T-shirt that stretched tight across his broad shoulders and an EyeSpy windbreaker, the sight of him made her mouth watered. Her hands clenched at her side. Her heart flipped at the sound of his voice. Her gaze ate him up. How could a feeling this strong be wrong? And even more, why did he think it wrong? That made no sense.
She took a seat at the table and listened as each person went through the security details for the evening. Between the uniformed security and the undercover security, she felt comfortable that the gala guests would be safe, not to mention the Breast Cancer Diamond.
“Don’t you agree?”
The question jolted Risa back to reality. “Um, I missed the question. What did you ask?”
Trevor’s gaze met hers. Heat roared inside her. Lust leapt from cell to cell until she was consumed. Blood rushed below her waist and fluid dampened her panties.
“I was explaining that I’d be attending as your escort, and that would add an extra layer of protection for the diamond.”
“Oh, yes. Right.” She pulled her gaze off Trevor to look around the room at the others involved in making sure the event was secure. “I’m impressed with all the layers of security you’ve put in place. I appreciate all your hard work.” She stood, and every man in the room stood with her. “I have another appointment so I’ll leave this in your hands. I’ll see you all tomorrow night.”
* * *
Trevor’s gut squeezed as he watched Risa exit the room. All the men in the room turned to observe her as well. Jealousy flared because he knew every man in the room wanted her, would kill to have Risa McCool the way he had last night. Naked. Vulnerable. Taking his cock inside her. Driving her to orgasm over and over, and it still wasn’t enough. He had hoped that having her again would ease the overwhelming need thrumming through him, but it hadn’t. If anything, she was the drug he couldn’t give up.
The meeting ended and he raced his truck through the streets of Dallas to his office. He needed a drink, a stiff shot of bourbon, but until this gala was over, only black coffee was on his menu. Slamming his office door, he paced the room in agitation. He’d come back to Texas for family. He’d thought that maybe his issues with Risa were in the past, and they could reconnect as friends. Now? He didn’t think that was possible.
He’d grown up in a lower middle-class family. Money had been tight. His parents had lived paycheck to paycheck. No way could he have gone to college without that football scholarship, but even that hadn’t paid for everything. He’d watched his folks struggle to make it work for him, taking extra jobs, working overtime when possible, squeezing every penny so he would have spending money, but after a year, he couldn’t let them kill themselves for him. He had a younger brother who needed his parents, too. So, he’d dropped out and signed up.
Risa had never understood his dropping out of college, never understood how it had killed him when she’d offered to pay for dinners out, or dates. Other guys might have taken Risa’s money and the football scholarship and continued on, but not Trevor. If he couldn’t pay for something, he did without. She’d never made an issue of money, her having it and him not. But she’d deserved so much more than he could have provided. He’d thought if he left, she’d be free to find someone who could give her the world.
Instead, she’d thrown herself into her studies. Sure, she’d dumped him via a letter, but hadn’t he made the first move by leaving her? And now, fifteen years later, she was still the only woman whose name was tattooed on his heart, and he still wasn’t good enough for her.
So what was he going to do about it?
Chapter Seven
Trevor went home, tried to get his mind off Risa, off his craving for her body, her touch. Television couldn’t hold his attention. Neither could the latest spy novel. Nothing took his mind off Risa. Her scent. Her taste. Her touch. He was driving himself crazy with need. Finally at midnight, he drove to her condo. From the parking lot, he telephoned Sue.
“On the way up,” he said. “I’m taking this shift. You go home and get some rest for tomorrow night.”
“Whatever you say,” Sue replied.
The night guard knew him and let him take the public elevator up to the penthouse.
Sue opened the door with, “All yours, boss,” and left.
Trevor locked the door and walked around the condo. Locked up tight. Sue had been a good hire. Someone he trusted, and that said a lot. Outside of his SEAL team, there weren’t many people he trusted with his life.
He toed off his shoes at the door to Risa’s bedroom and soundlessly opened the door. She lay on her side. The full moon kissed her beautiful face. Her auburn hair spread across her pillow and shone in the nightlight. God, she was stunning. His heart ached just looking at her. His hands balled into fists then relaxed against his leg. His breathing synced with the rise and fall of her chest. He turned and made his way back to the glass room overlooking the downtown lights of Dallas. They sparkled like polished gemstones.
What was he doing here? It was torture being so close and denying himself her touch.
Arms wrapped around his waist. Risa’s hands stroked his abdomen. “You came back.”
Her voice was raspy with sleep and sexy as hell.
“I tried to stay away, but I couldn’t.”
“Good. I want you here. Don’t you get that?”
He set his hands on top of hers. “Why me, Risa?”
“It’s always been you. Didn’t you know?” She stepped around him, letting her arms glide around his waist. She stood naked in front of him. Her erect nipples brushed his shirt.
His hands slid from her waist to her rear, his fingers digging into the flesh there.
“From the moment I saw you, I knew it was you.” She laid her hand on her chest. “In here. I knew. And in all the years we’ve been apart, that never changed. Even when you left me for the Navy, you were still here.”
“Then why did you send me a letter breaking it off?”
“I was young and stupid. I thought if I wrote you off, told you to go away, my heart would fall in line. I would date other men, find someone to fill the hole you left.” She shook her head. “Never happened. You hold the key to me. No one else.”
Rising on her toes, she kissed him. A jolt of lust shot through his veins. Blood rushed to his cock. Just a simple kiss had him wanting to beg. She broke the kiss and looked down at her hands at the waistband of his slacks. She pushed the button through the opening and eased the zipper over his hard dick. Releasing the material, she let his slacks slide down and pool around his ankles. She wedged her fingertips under the elastic of his boxers and, as she lowered herself to her knees, took them with her. He lifted one foot and then the other, allowing her to sweep the material to the side.
His cock stretched upward and
bounced on his abdomen. When she licked her lips, he groaned. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and flicked out her tongue to lick the head. He locked his knees to remain standing. Slowly, she lowered her mouth over his hard flesh. He watched his cock disappear into her mouth, and he had to brace himself with a hand on the window. Standing in a moonlit room, the most incredible woman on her knees in front of him, taking him as deep as she could, felt like a dream. If it was, it was a dream from which he never wanted to awaken.
Threading his fingers into her soft waves, he held her head as his hips pistoned in and out. “Damn, baby,” he said with a long groan. “That feels so good.”
Tightening her hands around his dick, she moved up and down in concert with her mouth, sucking on him so hard he wanted to let his eyes roll back in his head. She released his cock and used her tongue to lick around the head, then her teeth to nibble along the rim, before flattening her tongue on the side and licking him from base to head.
His knees gave a little under the relentless assault of her luscious mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair as he pulled the strands.
Her gaze rolled up and met his. “Come,” she said. “Let me have all of you in my mouth.” She wrapped her lips around the head and sank down on his cock.
“Babe,” he groaned. His hips thrust into her warm embrace. His cock found the back of her throat. He pulled out and pumped again, the orgasmic tension rising with each stroke, each suck, every lick. He held her head in both hands as he moved in and out rapidly, his climax hitting like a tornado. She took everything he had, swallowing everything he gave.
When his climax stilled, he reached down and pulled Risa to her feet, and then lifted her into his arms. He carried her to her bedroom and lay her on her bed.
“You are the love of my life,” he said.
She held out her arms to him. After stripping off his shirt, he joined her in her bed.
“And you are mine,” she said as they began to make love again.
Risa shielded her eyes from the sun that insisted on pouring through her window. Rolling over, she reached for Trevor only to find the bed empty. A peek from under her eyelids confirmed that she was alone. Flopping to her back, she stretched her arms over her head and laughed. Last night defied every fantasy she’d had.
After a quick shower, she wrapped herself in a robe and headed for coffee, only to be stopped by the sounds of laughter from her kitchen.
“And then what happened?” Wendy asked.
“Well, what do you think? We hauled ass out of there,” Trevor replied, which made Wendy laugh again.
“Good morning,” Risa said. “Wendy, what are you doing here so early?”
“Early? It’s almost ten.”
Risa paused. “You’re kidding?” She whipped her gaze to the clock on the stove and read ten-fifteen. “Wow. I don’t know when I’ve slept so late.”
Wendy gave a little shrug. “Busy week or busy night?” she asked with a nudge on Trevor’s shoulder.
His reply was a grin. “Morning. I’ve already had breakfast. You hungry?”
Risa shook her head and filled a coffee mug. “No. Maybe later.” She took a long gulp of caffeine. “You still riding with us tonight, Wendy?”
“Yep. Everett will be at my place about six-thirty, and then we’ll head over here. I was thinking drinks before we go…?”
Risa nodded. “That’s fine.”
Wendy stood. “I need to run. I want to get a work-out in this morning.” She took two steps and turned back. “I can’t believe I forgot. The necklace. How did it turn out?”
“Incredible. Want to see?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“Wait,” Trevor said, his eyebrows lowering. “That damn necklace is here? As in this condo?”
Risa smiled. “I brought it home yesterday.”
“And you didn’t think I needed to know that?”
She shrugged. “I wasn’t worried. Until now, I was the only one who knew.” Looking at her sister, she said, “Wait. I’ll be right back.”
When she headed for her bedroom, Trevor was on her heels.
“I can’t believe you didn’t mention you brought the necklace home. I need to get a couple of extra guys downstairs.”
“Relax,” she said. “It’s fine. I didn’t tell you because…” She pressed herself against his hard body and walked her fingers up his chest until her arms were around his neck. “I had much better things on my mind than talking about this necklace.” Pressing her lips to his, she ran her tongue along the inside of his lower lip. “I can show Wendy the necklace later. What do you think?”
He caught her ass in both hands and lifted her until her legs were around his waist.
“Wendy,” he shouted. “Let yourself out and lock the door.”
“Fine, but you owe me.”
They heard the door slam.
Risa licked up the side of his neck. “Yum.” She leaned back far enough to open her robe. She was bare underneath. “I’d rather be wearing you.”
He growled and kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.
Two hours later, the house phone rang announcing that Risa’s nail tech was there to touch up her polish.
The afternoon passed in a blur. After the nail tech, the make-up artist came to do Risa’s then Wendy’s faces for the evening. Risa, who wasn’t accustomed to wearing much more than powder and eyeliner, stared at herself in the mirror. The woman staring back looked like Risa, but oh, so much better.
At five, Risa’s hair stylist came. When he was done, Risa’s long hair had been swept up into curls and swirls that made her gasp with delight. Her hair dresser then used an entire can of hair spray to hold all the strands exactly where he wanted them. She figured it would take at least five shampoos to get all the gel and starch out, but she didn’t care. For tonight, she looked like a princess.
Trevor left when the nail tech arrived, saying something about too much estrogen and fear of another manicure. He left two burly guards in the hall between her condo and Wendy’s.
It was after six when Risa slipped her dress over her spandex support. The dress was light grey silk with pink roses embroidered from above her knees down to the hem. The pink thread was an identical match to the pink of the Breast Cancer Diamond. She was struggling to zip the back when there was a knock on her bedroom door.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” Trevor said. “Can I come in?”
“Please. I need you to zip my dress.”
He walked in and stopped dead in his tracks.
“What’s wrong?” she looked up at him and smiled. “Wow,” she said as she studied the most handsome man in the world in his midnight black tux. “You are gorgeous.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll fade into the woodwork next to you,” he said. “You are stunning.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. It took hours and lots of professional help to make me look like this.”
He stepped toward her. “It’s not the hair, or the makeup, or even the dress that makes you stunning, sweetheart. You just are.”
Her heart swelled, making it hard to breathe. “Thank you.”
“Now, where’s this zipper?”
She turned her back, and he lowered the zipper to the top of her ass. His large, hot hands pressed into her back, his thumbs stroking up and down her spine. She swallowed against the lust rising in her throat.
“Up, not down,” she choked out.
“In a minute.” He pressed his mouth to her shoulder then moved to kiss the other side. She shivered under his touch. His lips caressed her back as he kissed his way down her spine to where his fingers rested on the top of her ass. The soft scrape of his beard had goose bumps popping up everywhere his mouth glided over her skin. As he pulled the slider up to close the zipper, his mouth kissed each inch before the dress closed over it.
The dress had an elaborate collar that stood up behind the back of her head. The neckline came over her shoulders and dipped low
in the front, exposing her cleavage. Once the back was closed, Trevor turned her in his arms, and then stepped back. His gaze slid from her face, down to the dress’s hem and back up. “Sadly, no one will even notice that multi-million dollar necklace tonight. You’ll outshine it.”
She smiled. “Bullshit, but thank you. Hold on. I’ll grab the necklace.”
Opening her underwear drawer, she lifted out the blue velvet box and flipped open the lid.
“Isn’t it something?” she said, holding the large, pink diamond in the palm of her hand.
The pear-shaped, fourteen-carat pink diamond was fitted in eighteen-karat gold and dangled from a strand of ninety white and pink diamonds in leaf formations. The necklace looped around the neck and fastened in the front instead of at the back. The clasp was hidden among the diamond leaves.
As she placed the necklace on, Risa noticed a frown on Trevor’s face. “You don’t like it?”
He nodded. “It’s incredible.”
“Then why the frown?”
“It’s nothing. I didn’t even realize I was frowning.” His lips arched into a smile, but she knew him well enough to see the smile never reached his eyes. “You are breathtaking. I’ll be guarding you from the other men more than safeguarding the necklace.”
Smiling, she ran her hand over his cheek. “I’m so glad you didn’t shave this off. It makes me crazy when you kiss me.” When he leaned in to kiss her, she held him off with a hand against his chest. “It took over an hour to make my face look like this.”
“Sorry.”
He was moving away when she caught his face between her hands and pulled him close.
“I get to do the kissing now. You can take over later.” She lightly pressed her mouth to his.
He grinned. “I’ll look forward to messing up your makeup, your hair and stripping that dress from you. Might be fun to see you in only a pink diamond.”
“That can be arranged,” she said with a chuckle and pulled him from her bedroom. “I put some champagne on ice for Wendy and Everett. They should be here any minute. Can you bring the bottle and four glasses to the sun room?”
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