by Elle Boon
The orgasm, just out of reach, finally exploded, white-hot in its intensity, making her jerk up, hips lifting taking him deeper. He thrust harder, faster, a lash of fiery pleasure echoed through her entire body as she heard his groan, making shudders wrack her.
“Mike,” she screamed as she felt his cock swell inside.
He groaned, hips moving faster, his hands holding her open while he raced toward his own release. In that moment, Shayna was sure her Nana had said she’d one day find her Anam Cara or soulmate as the Irish called it. Only, he was being paid to save her. The irony wasn’t lost on her.
She could barely hold her legs up as he released them to slide to the side of the bed. He gave her a hard kiss, then got up. Without the strength to pull the blankets up to cover herself, she lay there waiting for him to return. Even now, after having just been made love to, she could feel her body wanting his. She needed to get a grip. Come morning, he would probably pretend as if nothing had happened, or maybe they’d continue the affair until the danger was over for her.
Rolling to her side took effort, but she didn’t want him to see the hurt she knew he’d see at the thought of losing him, before she’d had him.
The bed dipped behind her, then Mike was pulling her to him, tugging the blanket over them both. Silly woman she was, she automatically snuggled into him. She’d deal with whatever was thrown at her when it came. Another thing her Nana always said was don’t borrow trouble. Lord, she missed the older woman. When the dust settled, she would make a trip to visit her. The fact her life was one big complication didn’t mean she couldn’t use a hug from the woman who gave the best advice. Rolling over to face him, she sighed against Mike.
“That sounded like you were thinking a lot. Did I not wear you out enough?” He ran his palm down her back, stopping above her ass.
She shivered, need pooling in her belly. “Oh, I don’t know. I could probably be convinced to stay awake.” Her own hand wandered down his body. She took her time learning his shape like he’d done her earlier. Keeping up with Mike would definitely take more than she was used to, but Shayna was more than prepared to do it.
The feel of his large hands clenching against her made her bolder. Her sensitive nipples brushed along his side as she moved over him.
“What’re you doing, Shayna?”
Tearing her lips from his flesh, she winked. “If you have to ask, I must not be doing it right.”
Her fingers stroked down his sides as she ran her lips along the column of his throat, and down his chest, moving slowly down. She longed to taste him, wanted to feel his hard flesh in her mouth and hear him groan in ecstasy.
“Have at it, baby,” he said in a low tone, his muscles flexed beneath her. “Be easy, my patience is barely leashed.”
“I have faith you’ll be able to control yourself,” she whispered against him, sitting back on her calves. Looking down at his cock, she was amazed at the size of him. Her tongue peeked out, licking her lips, then she slid it over the wide crest, taking in the bead of precome, loving the subtle salty flavor that was all male.
He jerked. “Shayna love.” His words came out strangled, intense, the deep tone almost like gravel that sent a flush of warmth and power through her feminine core. She took him into her mouth, and his hands slid into her hair, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted.
With one hand, she held him at the base, the other she worked him up and down in counterpoint to her mouth. The heavy vein on the underside pounded beneath her tongue, and she could feel his thighs tensing. Mike’s guttural, harsh sounds were music to her ears, making her slow, firm caresses increase.
“Shayna, stop. I’m going to come,” he warned.
She tightened her mouth around him, and felt his hips rise faster, bucking up. His hands fisted in her hair, the head of his cock pulsed, a strangled groan above her let her know he was about to come. His balls drew up, tension made him hold her tighter, a wildness filled the air, making her feel powerful.
“Damn, Shayna, gonna come.” He held her hair back enough so he could see her face, and drove up, fucking her mouth faster, driving into her with wild abandon before he stilled.
She sucked him, drawing his essence into her, swirling her tongue along the ridge beneath the head, licking, lashing the sensitive area, making him shake beneath her. Hearing his breath catch made her smile against his softening cock.
The crazy need to do something she’d never done was something she didn’t want to exam too closely.
“I love your mouth, Shayna. Everything about you is perfect.” He pulled her next to him, claiming her lips.
Heat flared in the green gaze that caught hers, his expression held something she didn’t or couldn’t put a name to.
“Hmm, I think you got that wrong, Mr. Royce. You are the one that is perfect and sweet.” She ran her hand over his eight pack. Seriously, the man had an eight pack.
“Sweet,” he growled.
She nodded. “Most definitely sweet,” she promised.
His fingers slid between her thighs, unerringly finding her clit, then moving down, finding her wet. Two thick fingers easily slid into her, her moisture coated them, making his entry easy. “Watch me.” He brought the two digits out, coated in her cream and painted her nipple with them. Then, before she knew what he was going to do, he caught the hard bud between his teeth and licked the sheen of her juices from it.
“See, you’re the sweet one. You have the tastiest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating. I could make a meal of you.” His rough voice floated over her as his lips moved from one tight peak to the next. “Damn, look how sexy you are. These nipples are so pretty, they get so hard and red when I do this.” He bit down on one, then sucked the sting away, moving to do the next, drawing on it with hard pulls of his mouth.
She had to force her eyes open as flashes of electricity tore at her from the top of her head to her toes. Mike gave her no quarter. His hand stroked over the curve of her breasts, down to the juncture between her thighs. She held his gaze even though it was hard to do. His heavy lidded, desire ridden stare held hers, making the intimacy of the act more, holding her a willing prisoner by his power alone. His features turned savage as he stroked through her folds, pressing into her. Her pleasure was his. He took her nipple between his lips again, lashing it with his tongue. The instant jolt of pleasure had her gasping for air. Mike kept on tormenting her flesh, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth, then moving to its twin while stroking in and out of her with his fingers.
Each movement of his body, whether it was his mouth or his fingers, had her need increasing. Juices flowed from her, coating her thighs and his hand.
Desperation had her close to coming, but she didn’t want to without him inside her. She wanted to experience that euphoric feeling while his body possessed hers. The chaotic storm was beginning to sweep through her, and she knew she’d be lost if she didn’t stop him.
“Mike, I want you inside me when I come again.” Her hand moved over his as his finger slid over her clit.
“Let me make you feel good, Shayna.” His lips lifted from her.
“You do. Everything about you is wonderful.” She fisted her fingers into the sheets at her sides. “Please don’t make me wait.” She couldn’t breathe as he moved down her body, cool air wafted over her, then was replaced by his warm breath. The feel of his tongue running through her folds made her lift up toward him. The sudden need to feel him licking her, circling her clit again, overwhelmed her.
A rumbling growl had her jerking. Tension strained her body like a bow string. She didn’t hear the helpless pleas, or the ragged gasps that fell from her mouth with the need whipping through her.
Forcing her fingers to unclench from the bedding, Shayna reached for him, panting. “Please, Mike.”
With one last final lick, he lifted his head with a smile, pressing kisses along her frame as he went until he settled over her. He kissed her on the lips, and she tasted herself on him. A hot, t
oe curling kiss she would forever crave.
Before he placed the broad head of his cock inside of her, he made sure to protect her, always ensuring her safety. The crisp hair on his thighs pushed hers apart, spreading her, rubbing her swollen folds and then pressing forward. They moaned in unison as he entered her.
“Heaven,” he swore. “Being inside you is as close to heaven as I’ll ever be on earth.” Then he began to move. Bending, he took her lips in a deep, tongue thrusting kiss.
Each time he touched her it was the most pleasure she’d ever felt. Then he would move, and she would swear it was the best. Each stroke, each kiss, each caress, better than the last until she was being thrown into a kaleidoscope of ecstasy, deeper into pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her hips raised to meet his, moving frantically, racing toward what Mike could give her. What she feared only he could give her.
“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes.” She held him to her. The sensations lashing at her strongly. Her nails bit into him but he didn’t seem to care, or notice. Damp with perspiration, their slick bodies made slapping sounds that echoed in the room, but nothing mattered to them but each other.
Until finally, the explosion came. Her back arched, legs squeezing his hips and she swore her heart shattered along with her body. His shout and hers mingled, and then he was collapsing over her, still keeping most of his weight off of her.
A part of her wished he would stay where he was, but then he slipped out and off, rolling to his feet to take care of the spent condom. When he returned, he pulled her against him and she let sleep take her, secure in his arms.
Chapter Seven
Shayna woke, pleasantly sore in all the right places. Throughout the night, she’d known Mike held her. Before someone had targeted her after taking the violin, she wasn’t aware of the danger, but now that she was under Mike’s protection, she wasn’t able to forget. Her job was to play the violin for money, but she had more than enough to never have to do so again. She thought of what she could do with her talent, and she came to the conclusion that traveling all around the world didn’t appeal. But, where did that leave her with Mike Royce was the biggest question.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Mike’s deep rumble had her looking up.
Early morning sunlight barely filtered into the windows, casting shadows over them. “Morning.” She felt shy and the need to use the restroom, had her moving away from his warm body. “I need to use the bathroom.” Mortified at her words, she tried to roll away.
“Hey, don’t pull away from me.” He held her against him. “Go do what you have to do, then we’ll talk.”
She nodded, then hopped out of the bed. After using the facilities, she stared at herself in the mirror, looking to see if she appeared different. Surely, after the night of pleasure she’d had in Mike’s arms, any woman would. Slight red marks marred her neck and breasts, and the inner parts of her thighs. Instead of heading straight back out, a quick shower was in order.
By the time she walked back out to the bedroom, Mike was gone. She wasn’t aware she was hoping to see him until he wasn’t there. Another new dress was lying on the perfectly made bed, making her realize her quick retreat hadn’t been all that quick. Well, a woman could be forgiven for taking the time to look presentable. It wasn’t like she often slept with a man she’d only just met, but something was different with this one. With Mike Royce, she felt a deeper connection, and she knew it was dangerous. He was there to protect her, not fall in love with her. Shayna’s mind came to a stuttering halt.
“Oh my God, I can’t love him,” she whispered to the empty room. However, her heart knew different. Just like all the other females in her family, she’d fallen fast and hard. It was said that the women in her family, who were all crazy Irish as her father called them, would know their soul mates. They’d find the one meant for them, even when they weren’t looking. Her father said it didn’t matter, because somehow their hearts would know, and they’d fall head-over-ass in love.
She shut her eyes and willed the feelings to the back of her mind, but her heart still beat just as fast. “Damn you, Irish blood.”
“You talk to yourself a lot?” Mike stood in the doorway, his amused tone too sexy for words.
Shayna took a deep breath and then let it out before answering. “Only when I need to give myself a talking to, aye.”
He nodded, then stepped further into the room. “I called the boutique we visited and had them send up another dress yesterday. I hope you don’t mind.”
She had forgotten she was standing in nothing but a towel. Luckily she was pretty confident in her appearance, but the heated look he was giving her told her he planned to wreck the time she’d spent in the bathroom. A fact her body was completely on board with.
Mike stopped an arm’s length from her. “Shit,” he growled, pulling out his cell. “Royce here, this better be good.”
Listening to his one-sided conversation, the relaxed man was replaced by the protector who was hired on by the Omega Team. When he slid the small device back into his pocket, she met his green eyes. “What happened?”
“That was Grey. They found a lead on who stole the Stradivarius, but didn’t want to go into details. They want us to come back to the office.” He looked at his watch.
She knew exactly what he was thinking. Her body wanted the same thing. His in hers. Her stomach growled, making her embarrassed.
“Come on, I ordered room service. We can eat after you get dressed. If you continue to flaunt that gorgeous body, I can’t promise we’ll make it back up to Tampa before tomorrow.” He raised his hand, running the pads of his fingers over the swell of her breasts. The heat of his words and the touch of his hands let her know he was telling the truth.
It took her a few seconds to get her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth. “Okay,” she agreed.
Mike licked his bottom lip. “Fuck it, I need a taste.” Then he bent and took her lips in a kiss that bordered on frantic.
Her knees threatened to buckle. When he lifted his head, she knew her legs were shaking, and her breathing was choppy. With his chest rising and falling as hard as hers, she knew he was as affected as her, making her feel like she wasn’t a total idiot. “You better leave so I can get dressed, otherwise I won’t be responsible for attacking you.” Truer words had never been spoken.
His head jerked up and down once then he took a step back, spun around and walked out of the room, taking all the oxygen with him.
Her ass hit the bed. “The man is potent like the finest wine,” she swore staring at the empty doorway.
Looking at the gorgeous white dress she shook her head. The man did have exquisite taste, though. She quickly put on the dress he’d purchased, barely stopping herself from blushing as she thought about the lingerie he’d bought her to go with it.
Mike stood by a table with a few covered dishes as she entered the dining area of the suite. The scent of bacon and eggs had her hurrying across the floor. “It smells delicious. What did you order?” She sank gratefully into the chair he held out.
“A little of everything I think.” His teasing tone sent a shiver down her spine. Or maybe it was the way he said it, while he pressed an open mouthed kiss to her neck before he took a seat across from her.
They finished eating, and then it was time to head back. A sense of foreboding hit Shayna.
“Hey, I’ll keep you safe.” Mike reached for her.
Shayna felt silly, knowing he’d do exactly as he said. Hell, the thief had no reason to come after her. They had the multi-million dollar violin. They had no reason to come for her.
After ensuring the hallway was clear, he led her out of the suite. He tugged on her hand, pulling her to a stop. “Do you trust me?” He asked.
Nodding, she squeezed his hand and stayed as close to him as possible until they got into the vehicle, not realizing she had been holding her breath most of the time.
“I was a wee bit worried you were going to pass out on me a few times
back there,” Mike said as he eased his sports car into the Miami traffic. Like everything else he did, he maneuvered through it all with precision and confidence. The only thing Shayna felt she did anything so well in, was instruments.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out. Miles of highway stretched out before them. They made a stop halfway between. Mike grabbed her arm. “Wait for me,” he reminded her as she went to get out.
She looked around the truck stop, which looked almost deserted. “You don’t think whoever took the violin is following us?” she asked looking over her shoulder.
He gave a slight squeeze. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
****
The back of his neck itched. Never a good thing in his line of work. He’d keep driving, but they needed fuel and he’d seen the way she was bouncing in the seat. Mike knew when a lady needed to go to the restroom. He chose a truck stop that he’d seen on their way down. One he was sure he could get in and out of easily, and that was close to the highway. Reassuring Shayna he could keep her safe from a thief was the easy part, saving her from him was going to be the hard part. He was not a man made for the happily forever kind like some of his friends. Not like his partner. No, he had too much baggage. Hell, he was known for killing first and asking questions later. Maddox even joked he had too many body counts on his record, but what his partner didn’t know was Mike had even more that he didn’t know about.
Not wanting the past to creep into his present, he got out of the car and filled the tank before striding around the front to help Shayna out. She was all lightness to his dark. Too good for him. If she knew about his past and how he’d let the last woman who loved him, along with her unborn child die, would she still look at him the way she had in that hotel suite? He knew the answer to that question. A resounding Hell no. Of course, everyone said it wasn’t his fault. He’d fallen hard and fast for a woman who he thought was one thing, but she’d been something else entirely. A snort escaped his tight control.