A Dangerous Man

by Rachel Cade

  A low noise escaped his mouth. She splayed her other hand over his stomach gently. Maybe to stay him.

  He smirked a little bit. “I’ll be professional.”

  Then his name was a warning on her lips when he reached for her thigh, pulling her to him on her side until her legs scissored his. Holding her open leg against his chest, he looked down to see her dewy folds. It deepened his hunger. He used his free hand to find her entrance. The warm slickness of her set his teeth, stilling him a moment before he pushed forward.

  Jack’s breath weighed down his lungs as Ciara’s nails bit into his bicep.

  Her arousal guided him in, but the fit was unbearably snug.

  “God,” he winced. “Open up for me, baby.”

  A noise dragged from her throat that made him kiss at her ankle, right before he reached the hilt.

  Wrapping his arms around her legs, he rocked his hips forward slowly, letting her adjust to him.

  Jack shut his eyes against everything, barely hearing the rain anymore. This was all he needed. Her tight body around him, working around him, pulling him in

  “You’re wetter than outside you know.” He squeezed her ass and he wasn’t even sure how he was talking.

  Ciara quivered with each stroke and sweat grew on top of their already damp skin.

  Then her head twisted against the sheets. “… so deep,” she murmured before gasping. Her hand left his bicep to rest over his pec.

  Jack let out a breath, leaning forward while he eased in and out of her perfect body. Of course she would feel like this. At his first taste he knew she would bring him sweet torture.

  Against instinct, somehow, Jack pulled himself out of her vise a few minutes later.

  “Change of plans,” he said against her protest. He meant it as a joke because he had no fucking plan.

  Jack turned her on her back, smoothing a hand over the side of her ribcage.

  It reminded him of the time she took to take care of him, despite having no idea how to do it. She’d toughed through it and did a damned good job.

  He owed her one, and he plan to give it to her.

  Jack ignored his throbbing erection and bent over her to wet the peaks of her breasts with his tongue.

  She said something, but it was so breathless he couldn’t decipher it and rolled her nipple over his tongue while his other finger teased the opposite pebble gently.

  Her tits were soft, perfectly round, and perfect tasting.

  Ciara twisted under him until her nipple shifted away. He tried to follow it, but he she caught his face. “They’re really sensitive,” she breathed.

  “I could tell.”

  Taking the hint, he licked his lips and pulled up.

  She was small underneath him, soft, just as she should be. But he held back on the roughness, adjusting her again so the pillow was beneath head.

  Ciara initiated a kiss between them as he wrapped her legs around his waist, skimming her ripe lips over his.

  “Jack.” Her eyes bore into his as she held his face. “I need you to take it.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked, even as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

  She nodded hard. “We won’t be together any more after this.”

  She was right but he didn’t want to hear it. Her legs were tightening around him as though she weren’t giving him a choice.

  Planting his hands above her shoulders he raised himself up. “You want to remember it, then?”

  “Yes.”

  The emptiness Ciara felt with him not inside her made it difficult to think. He was huge over her, so warm and so close.

  “How much?”

  Fuck why was he teasing her now? His nose skimmed hers before he pulled back.

  “So much,” she answered eagerly. She was begging and she didn’t care. “So much,” she repeated herself over and over as her head pressed back into the pillow while his hard cock penetrated her again; filling her with one stroke.

  Ciara reached for his massive arms, biting down hard on her lip as his deep strokes caused his pelvis to rock against her clit.

  Jack’s voice was gruff as his mouth grazed her cheek. “You want to think about it – when you’re back in D.C. married to some lawyer prick.” His thrusts began pinning her down to the bed. “You wanna remember me takin’ you like this?”

  “Yes!” Her back jerked off the bed. “Yes. Oh my God!”

  Jack grunted, slapping his skin down against her pussy helplessly clenched him.

  “I - want it -” Her voice cracked, and she realized the bedpost was hitting the wall. “Don’t stop…”

  Ciara’s last words were hoarse as she squeezed the back of his neck.

  “I’ll give you anything you want, princess, okay?” His face felt heavy and he barely recognized his voice. Jack was trying hard to keep control knowing every second he was losing more.

  It took some effort for Jack to loosen her legs from around him.

  “Relax your legs,” he strained to say, holding her thighs apart while he continued to slide in and out of her. Crying out, she struggled against him. Her sweat-slick thighs were hard to grasp when she began writhing.

  Jack groaned hard. He slowed down but only so much. Ciara didn’t have to tell him not to stop. He couldn’t if if he wanted to. She was too much and just enough. She wanted him to to her but she took him too. And they were going right off the edge; together.

  “Open your-” He pushed her leg down and that’s when he felt the squeeze that did him in. Ciara screamed, her body seemed to try to get away from him but he held her hips tightly and continued pumping into her. “Keep coming. Keep coming.”

  She kept crying out as he took her, spilling inside her while her nails clawed at his hands.

  Jack swore a string of curses as he tried to catch his breath, but she was still clenching him, milking every drop of cum out of him. Slowly he sank in and out of her, trying to edge them off while his heavy breath and her whimpers mingled with the rain.

  Chapter Thirteen:

  Damage Done

  It was a long time before they spoke. The rain had tapered a bit was still steady, falling against the roof of the hut and pinging the windowsill outside.

  “I probably should be heading back.”

  Ciara’s head rested on his chest and his arm was wrapped around her back, holding her to him.

  “It’s still dark.” Jack hadn’t checked the time.

  Her arm rested on his chest and she snuggled closer to him. “I know.”

  This was supposed to be easy; the walking away part. It always had been.

  Jack shut his eyes wondering what life would be like if he hadn’t made certain choices.

  “You told me before there was a reason you were out there,” she paused before adding, “in the cottage.”

  “I did?” he questioned, with his eyes still closed.

  “Yeah.”

  He knew she was looking at him.

  “What good is going to come from you knowing anything about me?” His voice stayed even.

  “What harm would it do you to just trust me and tell me about yourself?” She countered. Her voice also didn’t raise and he felt her chin shift against his chest as she spoke.

  “I told you about my dad.”

  “And does he have anything to do with the men that were after you?”

  Jack’s sigh was long before he opened his eyes. “You couldn’t just lay here with me. And listen to the rain for a while?”

  They’d be parting ways soon for good. He didn’t want things to end on a bad note.

  “I am spoiled rich girl. I haven’t had to work a day in my life for anything. When I was sixteen, by parents bought me a Porche for my birthday. When I was a freshman in college I eloped with my professor. My dad paid him off and got an annulment and kept everything quiet. I’ve been a screw up to them. In their eyes the best thing I could do is marry and carry on the family legacy. And I haven’t done that yet.”

  Jack listened qui
etly as she spoke, waiting before asking, “How does Marcus figure into that?”

  “I already told you.”

  “Did you sleep with him?”

  “No!” Jack held her when she tried to move. He took up most of the room on the small bed already.

  “Stop pinning me Jack.”

  “Calm down. I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Shit how was I supposed to know?”

  “That I’m not a whore?”

  Her nipple swiped the side of his chest as she tried to escape his hold.

  “I never said that. However, you said you were down here entertaining him for your old man.”

  “I had no plans to sleep with Marcus for my dad. The only person I’ve slept with down here is you, and I don’t know why.”

  “Because you fuckin’ wanted it,” he snapped. The bed squeaked under his weight. “Stop actin’ like you don’t have any control over what you do Ciara. You’re an adult, you don’t have to entertain anyone you don’t want to. You’re scared to be out in the world without your family’s money and protection.”

  “Let me go Jack.” Her voice trembled. She’d stopped fighting him.

  He slackened the hold but didn’t let her go completely.

  She pressed her hand on his chest to prop herself up. There wasn’t much option in the space. The next thing she would be out of the bed.

  Jack ground his teeth sitting up with her. “The guys at my place work for the CIA.”

  It took her a second to process before her eyes widened. “What?”

  Her hair was still damp, some of the strands were stuck to her neck.

  “What do they want with you?” she pressed.

  “I haven’t figured that out yet.” Jack moved the strands away.

  “You’re more than a bodyguard then.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Whatever you’ve been doing is how you got all of these.” Her fingertips skimmed his abdomen.

  Jack’s stomach tightened against her touch. He was usually ready for anything but not her touch just then, or the softness of her voice.

  He wasn’t used to softness in life.

  It bothered him, the idea of telling her who he was. If she was leaving anyway, he didn’t want to change how she looked at him; for the softness to vanish. He wanted to keep it for as long as he could.

  He licked his mouth. “What are you going to do about your family?”

  Her brows were low as she looked up from his chest and glossy eyes met his. “I’ll have to figure that out. What are you going to do about your problem?”

  Find ‘em. Kill ‘em most likely.

  But he kept those thoughts to himself.

  “I have a friend helping me out. I gotta have more information before I can get a game plan.”

  “How can you have a game plan against the CIA?”

  “It might not be them directly, but people affiliated with them.”

  “How can you be affiliated?”

  “When you’ve got a lot of power and bottomless pockets you can get people to do things for you.”

  “I already know that. Can you be a little more specific?”

  Jack laid back on the bed. The sheets were mostly tangled in his legs and she didn’t bother with covering herself. Despite his inner warning he spoke, “They’re probably mercenaries. Private military.”

  Ciara shook her head a little and then to his surprise she smacked his chest. “Mission Impossible. I knew it!”

  “No. You don’t know anything and I want to keep it that way.”

  Her hand was still on his stomach as she peered down at him; concerned. “You think I’d tell on you?”

  “I think I want you to stay safe. And I know that means staying far away from me. And not knowing me.”

  She scooted on the bed to turn herself over, now she was sitting near his bent knee. “It’s too late for that Jack. I already know you. And I’m not going to forget you either.”

  The words sank into him, warming his face. The addition of her nude body consuming his vision didn’t help.

  “Make up something to head back home on the first flight you can get. You don’t need to be down here with Kelly another day. He’s using you to get what he wants, there’s no telling what he’s capable of if he doesn’t get it.”

  “Why don’t we just go somewhere together?” she asked leaning forward. “You can get away from the CIA and I can get away from my parents for a while.”

  She was getting to him. A big part of him considered it. Some coconuts and a girl?

  Sounded nice.

  “All of it’ll still be waiting for us though.”

  Ciara’s head turned away. It was a moment before she spoke. “I just want you to be safe too Jack.”

  “I know.” He blinked slowly. “And I appreciate it.”

  Her smile was sad. “Not enough to listen to me.”

  Jack’s head came up when he reached for her hand. “You can escape with me right now.”

  He pulled her up his body, straddling her thighs at his waist. He stopped just short of kissing her even though his lips burned to do it. Her body molded to his perfectly. Her curves pressed against him causing an instant hard on. “I have one more condom we can put to really good use.”

  The gloom in her face shifted to surprise before heat blossomed in her eyes. Moving an inch up she nipped his lower lip. “I think I’m ready to ride a cowboy.”

  Ciara had never sworn so much in her life.

  She stayed on top, holding the wooden headboard. Jack guided her up and down his shaft, hunched forward to take her nipples in his mouth. Two orgasms had rocked her body into a boneless mess. Her lashes were wet and her throat was hoarse from crying out.

  Ten minutes after she almost stumbled trying to put on her shoes.

  Sex with Jack seemed designed to make her head spin.

  “You alright?” Jack was pulling up his jeans, a satisfied grin tugged his mouth when she glanced at him.

  “I’m fine,” she lied. The wet gown was cold against her skin. But her body hummed with a delicious satisfaction that was almost unreal.

  “Take a hot bath. It’ll help because you’re gonna be sore.”

  She nodded, deciding it wasn’t best to look at him again.

  Dry mouthed, Ciara made it to the screen door without a word.

  “Heels?”

  She stopped but didn’t turn to face him.

  “Thanks for everything,” he added quietly.

  “Okay,” was all she could manage.

  Then she was out in the misty rain again, across the beach to the patio steps.

  The door was still unlocked as she left it.

  Taking a deep breath, she pulled it back just enough to slip inside and took care with closing it, holding the handle down so the latch made no noise.

  Ciara quickly took off the wet gown and grabbed a dry robe, trying it around her waist. She needed to get into the shower.

  “You okay?” Marcus’ voice caused her to freeze. He watched her from the sink. “Did I scare you? This is the only bathroom on this floor that’s finished.” There was a door on the opposite end that was opened, revealing the hallway.

  “No. I’m fine.” she answered lightly backing away.

  “You couldn’t sleep?”

  “The rain. I just wanted to grab a glass of water and opened the wrong door. Sorry.” She shut it before he could say anything else.

  Jack kept himself hidden, making sure Ciara was safe in her room before going back to his.

  Out of his mind.

  That’s what he was.

  Completely.

  In the last couple of hours, he’d unraveled. It wasn’t like him to not think straight. He didn’t like Kelly but it didn’t matter. He was being paid to do a job and he’d spent the last two hours fucking his girl. No matter what Ciara said, Kelly had his sights set on her. And nothing good could come from it. He just hoped she took his advice.

  *

  “You disappeared on me.”

/>   Ciara leaned forward, hugging Anita. “I know. I know, I’m so sorry.”

  Anita returned the hug before letting her in the townhouse.

  Once she returned to D.C. this was the first lace she’d come.

  “How have you been? Did you get that job?” Anita asked her over tea in the sitting room.

  Ciara crossed her legs in the floral chair. Anita was in a shimmering caftan and a deep orange silk turban. The diamonds on her wrists and fingers were just a fraction of her collection.

  “No. I’ve kind of been caught up in some other stuff.”

  “I hope it’s juicy.” Anita peered over her tea cup as she sipped.

  Ciara shook her head. “I don’t know it’s a been a whirlwind really.”

  “This sounds like a man.”

  Ciara planted her hands in her lap, letting out a breath.

  “Is he Kimball approved?” Anita raised a brow.

  Ciara shook her head. “Definitely not. And he’s white.”

  Anita leaned forward. “You mean Caucasian?”

  Clasping her hands, she nodded.

  “Then you really had better take my advice dear. Don’t worry about your parent’s opinions.”

  “I shouldn’t even be talking about this. It doesn’t matter. We aren’t going to see each other anymore.”

  “Why not?”

  “It couldn’t work. He’s too closed off. And we didn’t really meet under ideal circumstances.”

  “What’s ideal? Do you care about him?”

  “Yes,” she admitted reluctantly.

  “Does he care about you? Do you feel it your gut, not surface talk?”

  Ciara’s smile was faint. “Yes. I do.”

  “Then take a chance sweetie. You only live once. I loved all five of my husbands and they each brought me joy in my life.”

  Ciara couldn’t do anything but laugh. Anita joined her though she was quite serious.

  There’d been no intention of speaking about Jack with her, she’d just come to see one of her favorite people to check in. She couldn’t share any more details about what had gone on between them and kept the rest of their conversation light and airy.

  *

  Ciara had never been a homebody, but once she arrived home, the first thing she did was swan dive onto her crisp white comforter.