The Touch

by Jaymie Holland

  His gaze was intense as he rose up to tower over her again. Her body still trembled as he took her mouth in the most sensational kiss she had ever experienced. Even better than the other kisses they’d shared. Small nips on her lower lip, his tongue searching, demanding. She tasted herself this time in addition to his own sensational flavor.

  Wade tensed beneath Chandra’s touch as her hands moved to the fastening of his jeans while they kissed. It took her a few moments to unfasten them, but it was worth the wait when she wrapped her hands around his length and girth. It was his turn to groan as she slowly stroked his cock from balls to tip and back again.

  Wade was captured by her eyes that were a sparkling shade of amethyst as she left the kiss and kept her eyes focused on his. She slowly slid down until she was on her knees in front of him.

  She was so hot, so sexy. He loved to look at her fair skin, reddened by his touch. He liked the fact that she was completely naked while he was still clothed. Later, after he took her here, he’d get her into the bedroom, strip off his own clothes and enjoy the sensation of skin against skin as he took her again.

  When Chandra was on her knees, her hands wrapped around his erection, her soft tongue darted out to swirl around the head of his cock.

  He fisted his hands in her silken hair and ground his teeth. At that moment he had no doubt Chandra was going to pay him back for all the teasing he’d done to her.

  With one hand she lightly stroked his length while she inched his cock slowly into her mouth. Her free hand began to fondle his balls while she barely slid the head of his erection into her warmth before she drew away and swirled her tongue around it again.

  “Damn, woman.” He fisted his hands tighter in her hair and barely restrained himself from pumping his hips, slipping himself deeper into the soft heat of her mouth. “Do you think you could possibly drive me any crazier than you are now?”

  She lightly licked the head of his cock before drawing back and smiling up at him. “I can try.”

  A low growl rose up in Wade’s throat and his limbs trembled from the force of holding himself back from pushing Chandra to the floor and driving into her right now.

  She gave a soft laugh around his cock then shocked him by humming as she slipped him in deeper.

  “Fuck,” he shouted. She just about had him on his knees by the way she was causing his cock to throb with her humming. Not to mention how she was moving her soft hand up and down his erection at the same time she took him deeper into her mouth.

  He could feel a climax building within his groin. Tighter and tighter it coiled.

  No. He wanted to come inside her. He wanted to feel her slick core taking his entire length as deep as he could go.

  With a loud groan, he forced her to stop by grasping her under her arms and drawing her up to stand. “Are you protected?” he barely managed to get out, and she nodded.

  Before Chandra knew what was happening, Wade backed her up against the wall between two windows, never breaking the kiss. She brought her hands around his neck, slipping her fingers into his hair and drawing him even closer. At this moment all she cared about was having him inside her.

  He rubbed his cock against her belly, and she answered by wrapping her legs around his hips so that his erection was in her folds. It was such an erotic feeling to be naked with nothing on but her pendant, and to have him between her thighs when he was fully clothed.

  Wade groaned as he ground his erection against her slick flesh. He set her down long enough to grab something from the back of his waistband and set it on the end table beside them. Through the haze of her lust she recognized it for what it was. A weapon. A handgun.

  For some reason the danger the weapon signified made the moment even more intense, more seductive because of the mystery. She didn’t know exactly what kind of law enforcement he was in, but right now she didn’t care.

  Wade unfastened his snug jeans and pushed them down just far enough that his large cock and balls were completely freed.

  He grasped her hips, raising her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist again. His erection nudged the entrance to her core. Her arms were around his neck and his mouth on hers.

  Wade thrust his cock deep inside her. Chandra cried into his mouth. He was so damn big that for a moment she could hardly catch her breath. He stretched her, filled her, reached parts of her that had never been reached before.

  He drew away to glance down and watch his cock move in and out of her channel. “Look at how we’re joined.” He drove faster and faster into her.

  The wall felt hard and unyielding against her back, but she loved it. She obeyed Wade’s command and watched his cock pumping in and out and an incredible feeling curled in her belly. It was a feeling so intense she didn’t know how much longer she could handle it.

  They looked up at one another at the same time and once again they were kissing.

  “Wade.” Her breathing came harsh and short as she drew away. “Just like this. Don’t stop.”

  He thrust in and out of her even harder. “I’m not stopping for anything,” he growled.

  The windows to either side of them exploded.

  ***

  Chapter 5

  Chandra screamed and Wade fell forward, pinning her hard against the wall as glass shards flew throughout the room.

  Shots echoed through the night, followed by another and another. Wade dropped them both to the floor, shielding her body with his.

  “Shit.” His mind raced as he fumbled with his pants, tucking himself back in and fastening the jeans. “Keep low. See if you can crawl into the corner behind that chair.”

  Chandra didn’t hesitate and he watched her hurry to obey him. Her knees and palms were no doubt being sliced as she made her way over broken glass, but she didn’t stop.

  When she reached the chair, she crouched behind it and brought her knees to her chest, blood trickling from her knees to her ankles. She was naked and vulnerable but didn’t look as terrified as he expected her to be.

  Keeping low, he grabbed his Glock from the end table. He sat with his back to the wall between the pair of windows, his gun gripped tight in one hand.

  Damn. He’d never expected them to find him. His home address and his identity were supposed to be kept so confidential that only those with the highest clearance knew where to locate him. The one he’d given at the arts fair had been fake, in case he’d been overheard, because the operative had already known his true address.

  Adrenaline surged through his body and his heart pounded. How many mercenaries were here? He reached into his front pocket for his cell to call for backup.

  The power went out.

  Chandra gave a soft gasp. Wade crouched as he moved toward her at the same time he punched in the number for his backup team. Glass crunched beneath his boots. Without thinking, he reached for Chandra and grasped her hand and yanked her from behind the chair. He felt her body vibrate and she tried jerking her hand away, but he wasn’t going to release her.

  “Hurry, but keep down,” he ordered her at the same time he brought the cell to his mouth.

  His partner and close friend, Mike Fields, answered on the first ring. “Need backup?”

  “My place. Now,” Wade said before snapping the cell shut and shoving it back into his pocket.

  He yanked Chandra into his bedroom. They hurried through the darkness, and several shots echoed in the house just before the crack of door mountings met his ears. His front door burst open.

  The mercenaries charged inside.

  Heart pumping he dragged Chandra toward his room-sized closet.

  Her breath caught and she squeezed his hand tight. “They have night vision wear,” she whispered.

  “How in the hell—?” he started, but then clamped his mouth shut and hurried toward the large closet, keeping low. The bastards might be able to see in the dark, but he had an advantage they couldn’t know about.

  Chandra could hardly focus as Wade kept a tight grip
on her hand and dragged her through his home. Image after image assaulted her and a tingling sensation ran up her arm from the contact of his fingers around hers.

  In her vision she knew that mercenaries were attacking. They prowled through Wade’s home, their guns sweeping the great room as they stealthily moved through the darkness with their night gear on. Glass crunched beneath their shoes.

  Goose bumps pricked her entire body and her heart pounded in her throat. Her palms and knees ached from crawling across the glass that had sliced into her skin.

  Wade had dragged her into a bedroom. Through the windows, the light from the moon illuminated a bed and other pieces of furniture. The next moment they were in darkness. Again through a quick vision, she knew she was in a massive closet. Clothing brushed her bare skin on her right side.

  When they reached the back of the closet, he slid his fingers along the wall. A metal ladder extended from above their heads and planted itself firmly on the floor at the same time a square door opening appeared. Above she could make out nothing but a blue glow.

  “Climb up,” he ordered at the same time he released her hand and pushed her toward the ladder.

  The visions immediately stopped when he let go and her heart stopped along with the images. The last thing she had seen in her mind were the mercenaries approaching his bedroom. They were close, too close.

  The metal railing was cold against her fingers and bare feet as she hurried up the ladder as fast as she could. Thank goodness it was only about five steps to the room, or attic, wherever they were headed.

  When she reached the top and pulled herself into the room, a ball of coarse cloth zoomed up and she barely caught it. The idiot had grabbed a shirt for her instead of climbing up the ladder. She clutched the cloth in her fingers, backed up, and moved away.

  A shot sounded below her, muffled. Then another shot and another. The smell of burning cloth immediately hit her nose and her senses went wild.

  Wade? What happened to Wade?

  In the near darkness she saw a shadow slip from below and ease to the side.

  A hard thump and a large form materialized as it hit the floor at the same time the trapdoor slammed shut. A clatter sounded in her ears as a weapon slid across the smooth linoleum floor.

  Materialized? It was like a shadow had slid in from the trap door and suddenly a man was in its place.

  It was Wade. She dropped the shirt and ran to him.

  “Wade!” Chandra could make out his prone form from the illumination of the lights of the computers and other monitors in the room. A knot crowded her throat and her veins felt like they were on fire.

  Thumps and scraping sounds came from below and the trapdoor started to open.

  “The lock.” He rolled to his side. This time she intentionally grasped his fingers and immediately saw what he was trying to do. She released his hand, bolted to her feet and slammed her fist against an extended metal button. A shout of pain came from below just before she heard the hard thump of the door, the powerful shift of the lock then complete silence.

  “Fuck.” Wade relaxed flat on his back. “You did good, baby.”

  “You didn’t do so good.” Chandra bit her lower lip as she knelt beside him, then sat on her ass when the cuts on her knees burned like fire.

  “My head hurts like hell.” Wade pushed himself up to a sitting position and rubbed the back of his head.

  Chandra flinched as she pushed him onto the floor using her cut hands. She glanced at them and saw that at least her palms weren’t really bloody. She just had some nicks and slivers of glass lodged in the fatty parts.

  She sat back on her haunches. “Lucky you landed on your thick head. What did you think you were doing taking the time to throw me a shirt?” She punched him in the arm.

  He shrugged after he pushed himself to a sitting position. “You need it.”

  “We’re safe in here?” she asked, her body still shaking from the run and adrenaline.

  Wade shifted to look around the large room that had what looked like re-enforced metal walls. “We’re locked down so tight the President would be protected.”

  His eyes settled on her naked breasts and heat rushed over her. “What’s the matter with you? We just got shot at, you could have been killed, and you hit your head when you fell.” She placed her hands on her hips. “And now you’re staring at my chest?”

  In the dim light she saw him grin. “Just call me a breast man.”

  Chandra resisted popping him upside the head and reached for the shirt that lay nearby on the floor. She slipped it on and the rough fabric immediately took away some of the chill.

  After quickly buttoning the shirt up, she rolled the sleeves to her elbows. The shirt reached her upper thighs. The only other thing she had on was her pendant with the chip, and it lay cool against her skin. She felt a twinge of guilt. Should she tell him about it?

  Why would he need to know?

  Wade got to his feet and eased into a chair in front of a dozen screens. Some appeared to be incredibly high-tech flat screen monitors and were far beyond her experience. Other panels above were screens that showed all angles of his house, inside and out. And then there were telescopes, one large enough that it took up a good portion of the room.

  “Nothing can penetrate this place.” he added as his gaze raked the monitors. “Damn.” His jaw tightened as he tapped one of the screens. “They have us locked down and they’re ripping the hell out of my home.”

  Chandra frowned. What was going on? “Is there better lighting in here?”

  He didn’t turn away from the monitors. “There’s a switch by the lock. Be careful to not hit that trapdoor button.”

  She found the switch, pressed it, and immediately low lighting filled the room. Even though it wasn’t too bright, Chandra had to blink while her eyes adjusted to it. She walked back to Wade while he cursed and checked his monitors.

  Chandra looked at one of the screens that showed someone in black ripping a hole in one of his couch cushions. “I’m not so sure this is what I’d call a fun date.”

  He gave a low laugh. The woman was something else.

  Wade’s laugh faded and was replaced by anger. “Where the hell is Mike?”

  He narrowed his gaze as he watched the mercenaries ransack his home. They wouldn’t find what they were looking for and it infuriated him that they were tearing his home apart. At least they’d arranged for the merchandise to be delivered tomorrow morning. “He should’ve been here with backup by now.”

  A sudden thought chilled Wade. What if Chandra had some kind of transmitter with her, maybe in her jacket, that had allowed the mercenaries to locate his home?

  He couldn’t seem to find it within himself to think the worst about Chandra. More than ever he felt like she was an innocent caught up in this dangerous game.

  But was he an idiot? She worked for Psion.

  He gave a low growl as he watched the monitors. The men and women slashing and ripping apart his home were quick and efficient. It seemed like the ordeal lasted hours.

  Finally, the assault team slipped into a waiting van large enough to hold them all. Gravel spewed from beneath the vehicle’s tires as they shot out of the driveway.

  ***

  Chapter 6

  Wade leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hand over his stubbled jaw. What in the hell had just happened? Someone had to have tipped them off. Someone deep within his covert team—or someone with high-level access.

  Now to wait for reinforcements in case any of the bastards remained behind. Mike must have been involved in something else going down to not be here by now.

  When Wade glanced at Chandra, she was sitting in a chair giving him a hard look. “Mind telling me what is going on?”

  Wade pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes before looking at her again. “I can’t tell you.”

  She stood and practically got into his face, her gaze furious. “Bull.”

  Damn, she was beautiful.
r />   Hell, what was wrong with him?

  Wade ran his hand down his face. “They’re looking for something. Something they’re not going to find. As soon as backup arrives, we can get out of here.”

  Chandra opened her mouth then sucked in her breath when he captured one of her wrists. But he was careful not to touch her hands this time because of the Touch.

  He drew her onto his lap so that she was straddling both of his thighs, facing him, close enough that he felt her body heat. Her features were pale, and he felt the pounding in her veins from his fingers on her wrists.

  “I’m sorry for getting you into this.” He released one of her arms and reached up to stroke hair away from her face. “It shouldn’t be too long before my backup arrives. We’re safe here.”

  Chandra met his gaze head on. “Damn it, Wade. You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on.”

  He slipped his fingers into her silky hair and brought her closer so that he could kiss her soft lips. He still tasted her on his tongue and despite the situation he wanted to taste her again, to have his cock deep inside her.

  Damn, her mouth felt so good against his and she gave a soft moan as she gave into the kiss and rested her fingertips on his shoulders.

  Blood still rushed through his body and he grew hard beneath his jeans against her bare folds. She wore nothing but one of his shirts. He slipped his free hand through the open neck of the shirt and grasped one of her heavy breasts in his palm.

  She gasped and drew away from the kiss. “How can you think of doing this when all that just happened?”

  “Can you think of anything better to do while we wait?” He flicked his thumb over her nipple, causing her to gasp. “Don’t you feel the need to fuck more than you ever have?”

  In the low lighting her cheeks flushed and she didn’t answer.

  “It’s the adrenaline rush. Blood lust, a normal reaction to fighting or battle.” He brought both hands to her shirt and jerked it open. Buttons popped and made soft clatters on the linoleum as they landed.