by Elle Boon
His grin was devastating and she trusted him implicitly. Without questioning him, she let him lead her out of the room after he made sure the way was clear. They didn’t take the elevator like she’d thought, but the stairwell. He pulled out his phone, tapped a few keys, then they went up a few flights where he typed into his phone again. Her shoes were not made to walk up several flights of concrete stairs, but she didn’t complain.
“You doing okay? Need me to carry you?”
Heat licked her belly at the thought of him holding her close, but she shook her head. “I’m fine,” she lied.
Finally, they stopped after a few more flights up. “He looked at his phone and they had to have a special code to enter the level they were on. Whatever he did, he clearly had connections, or had hacked the hotel. The red light turned green, and then they were walking through as if they were allowed.
The other floor had carpet, but this one had a white marble look that her heels clacked on, making her flinch with each clack.
“This is it,” Mike announced.
This time he didn’t need to tell her to wait inside the door while he did his walk through, gun in hand. Her body felt strung as tight as one of the strings on her violins. God, she hated this.
A tear she’d fought hard to hold back escaped. Time held no meaning. She didn’t know how long it took Mike to search the suite. It was much larger looking than the one they’d left. Minutes passed, and she just wanted to fall into a heap and cry.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Mike caught her chin in his hand.
She hadn’t realized he’d returned. Bringing her hand up, she tried to wipe away the wetness, but he beat her to it, smoothing away the tracks with his thumbs. He then completely undid her as he gathered her close to his chest. “Go ahead, let it all out.” His deep voice and soothing hand running up and down her back was the last straw. She’d stayed strong for too long. Great wracking sobs finally came out. Shayna was not a crying sort, but when she did, they were not the pretty sort. By the time she finished, she knew she was a hot mess, and that her makeup had to be ruined. Yet Mike held her, murmuring comforting words while his big arms held her against him. Then she realized they were no longer in the hallway, nor was she standing on her own two feet.
“Feel better now?” He let her pull back, and she could see her black mascara staining his shirt.
“I must look a mess, and so are you.” She touched the wetness on him, feeling the hard body beneath.
He used his forefinger to lift her face up to meet his eyes. “It’s nothing. I asked you a question.”
Amazingly, she did feel better. Not even a slight headache from her crying jag. She nodded.
“Good, then you can ruin as many of my shirts as you like.”
His smile was devastating. They were seated on a long sofa in an elegant living room with the lights down low. She took the time to look around, and noticed there was a piano in one corner and a few more musical instruments on stands as well. She gasped at the sight. “What the heck?” Her mouth flew open in shock.
Mike chuckled. “I finagled the Mozart room. Plan B.”
He looked way too smug, but she was too stunned to say anything. The longer she sat there, the more aware she became of several things. One, she was sitting across the most gorgeous and generous man she had ever met. Two, her dress had ridden up so high, she was almost showing her panties. Three, Mike was beginning to get aroused. Four, so was she.
“I should go wash my face,” she mumbled.
“Alright. Let me help you up.” Mike stood with her in his arms.
God, but he was not only strong, but a gentleman. She was easily losing her heart to a man who was being paid to protect her. Fool, she silently chastised herself.
She took a few extra minutes to wash and dry her face and used the facilties, then staring at her freshly cleaned face, Shayna pressed her hands against the cool marble. “Don’t think too hard, girl. Take what you can. Live for today, for tomorrow is not a guarantee.” Those were words she’d heard from a very wise woman. Her Nana had told her on more than one occasion how precious life was. With those words fresh in her mind she rolled her shoulders, head held high, she opened the door, nearly colliding with Mike.
“I was just coming to make sure you hadn’t fallen in.” He had his hands in his pockets, looking too sexy for her peace of mind.
“Oh, I was just making sure I got all the makeup off.” Which was true to an extent.
He nodded. “You hungry or thirsty?”
“I could use a drink.” At the mention of a drink, she felt parched.
Mike led her over to a mini bar. She took a bottle of water, while he did the same.
“Would you play me something?” He indicated the instruments.
Her fingers itched to pick up the violin even though it wasn’t her beloved Guarius, or the stolen Stradivarius. “Sure, do you have any requests?”
“Surprise me. Play one of your favorites.” He sat across from where the instrument in question was resting.
Shayna knew he thought she’d play a classical piece, and wanted to show him she enjoyed more than just Mozart, or Beethoven. However, she started with one that most everyone would have recognized. Eine Kleine Nachtmusik Serenade No. 13 by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The German title means a little serenade, or more accurately translated as a little night music.
She relaxed her muscles when she finished, and he looked genuinely awed. Then she put the violin back up to her shoulder, knowing he expected her to play another classical piece.
Grabbing the remote, she scrolled through the playlist until she found the one she wanted, then when the music began, she started. Not once did she look up, letting the heavy throb of Metallica’s song One flow through her. As the last note played, she breathed out then chanced a glance to see how he’d reacted.
Mike stood, and walked toward her. “That was amazing.” He carefully took the violin from her, setting it back in its holder gently, then took her mouth in a heated kiss, stealing her breath, and her sanity.
He’d shed his coat and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. She could smell the clean musky scent that was all Mike, all male. His strength and warmth called to her, enveloped her in a sense of comfort that melted any restraint. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. The words echoed in her mind. She was going to take what she could, whatever the consequences to her heart, for she knew Mike was not a forever man, but he would be a wonderful lover. Of that she had no doubt.
“Make love to me, Mike.” She broke away from the kiss.
Her heart stopped while she waited for him to decide. Maybe calling it making love was the wrong thing. For her, she feared her little organ pumping blood through her veins had already claimed him, but she’d keep that news to herself.
“Are you sure? Be very sure, Sile,” he groaned.
Hearing him call her the Irish word for musical or pure, she stood on her toes, and kissed him, fiercely, leaving no doubt to either of them.
Chapter Six
Mike swept Shayna into his arms. He’d known she was a talented musician. Hell, no way would she be playing a multimillion dollar instrument on loan if she wasn’t. However, he was blown away as she played for him. Yes, he had heard Mozart many times, but when she played along with one of heavy metals greatest bands in his opinion, his mind was blown. The woman was unlike any he had ever known. Innocence wrapped in lace and silk.
Once in the largest bedroom, he placed her on her feet next to the side of the bed. “Are you sure?” He needed her, but he wouldn’t take advantage of her or the situation.
Her nimble fingers lifted to the buttons of his shirt and began undoing them the same as she did him. If he’d been a better man, he would have stopped her and told her to wait until the light of day. Hell, who was he kidding, he didn’t think he could have done it even then. He’d wanted her from the first moment he’d seen her.
“Mike, I am surer of this and wanting you, than I am of a
nything else. Now, do you want me is the million dollar question?”
He bent and stopped her question with a kiss. Fuck, he was harder than he’d ever been in his thirty-five years. The feel of her hands were different than any other. The pads of her fingers had small calluses from years of playing the violin, and he wondered what they’d feel like stroking him.
Before he could come like a teenager on his first go, he used his own hands to divest her of the dress, finding the hidden zip in the side. Once she was down to the little scraps of silk and lace, his own breath seized in his throat. “Son of a bitch, you are a pocket Goddess come to life. I want to worship at your feet.”
His words brought a smile to her face. Yeah, he was totally screwed. When this job was done, there was no way he was letting her go.
“You’re pretty fabulous yourself.” Her fingers moved over his chest.
He jerked the ends of his dress shirt out of his slacks, then shrugged the half unbuttoned top off, tossing it to the ground. With her in the heels, bra and panties, he took a step back. Keeping his eyes on her face, his fingers went to work on the belt at his waist then the snap and zipper. Once he was down to the boxer briefs he preferred, he moved back toward her.
“Last chance,” he let her feel how hard he was for her. His dick barely contained inside the tight briefs. There was no way in hell he could or would be able to hide his erection.
Those nimble fingers of hers went unerringly down the front of his chest, making him shiver in anticipation, then she stroked him through the thin cloth. “If you ask one more time, I may just have to hurt you.” She gave a small squeeze.
“Thank god. Your hand is like poetry in motion.” He used his own to release the catch on her bra, loving the little berry tipped mounds. “Fucking perfect.” He bent and took the tip of one into his mouth. Her breath caught, a small mewl accompanied her hand holding his head in place.
He switched to the other nipple, tweaking the one he’d just sucked on between his fingers. Mike wasn’t sure what he loved more, hearing the sounds she made, feeling her shiver, or the way she tasted beneath his tongue. He decided it was all the above, but needed more.
Lifting her up, he placed her in the middle of the already turned down bed, then climbed over her, keeping his weight balanced on his forearms as he stared down into her emerald eyes. He could feel her wetness and heat through the thin barrier of her panties. The need for more and the urge to taste all of her, overwhelmed him.
“Mike,” she whispered, uncertainty in her voice.
“I’m here. Trying to decide what to do first. You’re like all my Christmas wishes come true at once.” And she was. His dick jerked telling him exactly where it wanted him to go, but he had other plans, another heated kiss before he moved on to see if her neck was an erogenous zone. Before the night was over, he planned to know everything about Shayna’s body. She arched up into him as he licked and sucked his way down her neck into her shoulder, placing tiny biting kisses. When he reached her sensitive breasts, she was panting and writhing beneath him. His woman definitely loved having her nipples sucked and bit. A little pain had her arching against him for more.
“Mike, that feels...oh god, I don’t know, but I like it.”
He assumed she hadn’t much experience, but needed to know how much. His head lifted from her belly. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, Sile.” His hands worked the last bit of covering from her body.
Her fingers ran through his hair. “So far the only thing I don’t like is when you stop.”
Her words made him laugh. She may be the perfect woman for him. No, scratch that, she was the perfect woman for him. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, pushing them farther apart.
“Good, I have no plans of stopping.” His voice had taken on a sandpaper quality.
His own callused hands parted her folds, the saturated lips of her sex were sweeter looking than anything he’d ever seen. “Has anyone ever eaten this sweet pussy before, Shayna?” he questioned, his lips surrounding her clit, drawing it into his mouth.
Her hands released his hair, shudders shook her and her hands slapped against the bed. He looked up in time to see her fingers tugging at her nipples, harder than he’d have thought.
He drew on the tiny bundle of nerves, then used his tongue, lapping up the slick moisture coating the swollen folds of her sex. Using two fingers, he rimmed her entrance, licking at her with hungry stokes, focusing on her reactions. Using short strokes he teased her, dipping into her vagina while he used his hands to cup her buttocks and lifted her up, giving him better access. “Tell me, Sile,” he demanded.
Why he needed, wanted to know, Mike wasn’t sure, but the thought of any other man touching her, giving her pleasure ate at him.
His growled words vibrating against her turned her on, if the sweet cream flowing from her pussy like nectar was any indication. He licked it up even as it spilled out of her, his cock aching between his thighs, swelling painfully from the need to sink into her heat.
“More, Mike. I need more,” she cried out against his tongue.
“Answer me and I’ll give you more than you need, baby.”
She arched up, her hips lifting against his face.
“No. Nobody has ever...please fuck me, Mike.”
He didn’t give her a moment to rethink her words, lifting her higher, he pushed his tongue inside her pussy, making her cry out. Christ, she was tight, clenching on his tongue as he thrust it in and out. Her juices flowing down his chin. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit, lashing it back and forth, moaning as she began clenching down on him. He could feel the throb against his tongue and knew she was ready to come. Surrounding the bundle of flesh, he drew it into his mouth, and added a third finger alongside the other two, and then she was coming apart for him.
Perspiration coated them while she arched against his rapid thrusting fingers into her pussy. His own body was humping the bed. He was more than ready to claim her, but wanted to wait until she was screaming his name.
“Mike, oh yes, right there. Don’t stop. Never stop.” Her hips rose faster, fucking his face and fingers, and then he felt her pussy ripple around his fingers, the little clit throbbed in his mouth. A second later, she screamed out his name, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He couldn’t get his boxer briefs off fast enough.
Mike pulled his fingers out, releasing the bundle of nerves from his suctioning mouth with a small kiss and leaned over to the side of the bed, grabbing a condom. The fingers of one hand smoothed the rubber on, while the other gripped the base, rubbing the head in her juices.
“Shayna, look at me,” he growled, his lust making it hard to hold back the need but he didn’t want to hurt her. “One last time. Are you certain?”
She locked her legs around his thighs. “You really are too honorable. Please, make love to me.”
“Once I bury my dick in you, there will be no going back.” He had to warn her. She may not realize it, but he was claiming her for more than just this mission. When they caught whoever was after her, Mike planned to still be waking up with Shayna next to him.
Her slick juices coated him, making him want to sink into her.
She lifted her hips, inviting him in with more than just words. He slipped just the head in, the brutal pleasure of being inside Shayna rocked him. Shit, he had to count to ten to get his bearings, or feared blowing his load. “Damn, you feel so good.”
He pushed in a little more, then rocked back out. Repeating the motion until he was all the way inside. Surrounded by her slick heat, he could understand where the poets created the sappy words. If he could, he’d pen one himself.
More of her slick moisture coated him, making it easier for him to move, each thrust shot fiery sensation straight to his balls. Such extreme pleasure, he feared he would come before he got her off. Mike was not a man who ever allowed himself to blow his load before his woman.
Resting on his forear
ms, he looked at her, then bent and nipped her ear. “You’re so tight, you’re killing me, Shayna.”
He stroked out, then in. Knowing she enjoyed a bit of pain, he levered himself up, and took the tip of one breast into his mouth suckling, then bit down. The ripple along his shaft made his own cock jerk.
“Mike...do that again.” She gave a strangled groan.
****
Shayna couldn’t believe the things he was making her body feel. He was huge inside her, but her body adjusted to accommodate him. The two lovers she’d had were clearly not in his league. All thoughts of anyone but him flew out the window as he bit down on her flesh again. Her body shook from pleasure-pain. Being stretched almost to the point of pain around him, she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. Each time he pulled out, then thrust back in, she held her breath, knowing the sensation would only get better. He was hitting a spot deep inside her, whipping her body back into a frenzy, a body she was sure couldn’t feel such emotions until now.
“Oh, yeah, there you go. Let me feel you come again. Squeeze my cock like you did my fingers, Shayna, let me feel you milk me for all I’m worth,” he groaned, pushing into her faster, harder.
The sound of their flesh smacking against each other was all she could hear. His voice whispering dark, erotic words echoed in her ears, an added element that heightened her pleasure, whipping up a storm in her that was new and exciting. Everything with Mike was different, better. The thought of what her life would be like after him almost caused her to seize, but then his pounding strokes hit her bundle of nerves, and all she knew was sensation. Her inner flesh gripped him, one powerful thrust after another. She could feel his cockhead each time he almost slipped out, her body lifting to keep him in her.
And Mike knew it, was willing to give it to her. He didn’t hold back, his groans mixed with hers, making it easier to let go.
“That’s it, let go. I’ve got you.” He mumbled against her breast then bit down one more time before going up on his knees, speeding up his thrusts. “Come for me, Shayna,” he ordered, moving his fingers to her clit.