A Man Like No Other
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“Sure did,” she agreed before stepping away from him and going to the door.
He followed, the paper towel left on the sink, and reached over her head to press his palm against the cool, smooth wood of the door. Holding it shut. She turned slowly and he barely caught the nervousness she had for him boxing her in.
When she faced him, he couldn’t help but notice how well they fit together. He knew his hunger for her was recognisable on his face but she didn’t back down. Her heavily lashed gaze reflected a similar look. He gave into the urge and touched her hair with the hand which had held the door shut, twirled it around his index finger. Softer than silk.
“Serefina. SA Serefina LeBenoit.” She watched him in silence, eyes wary and slightly calculating. “Thanks for saving my life, angel.”
“Don’t make me regret it.”
“No need for regrets, angel. Not a ‘tall.”
“That remains to be seen.”
He stirred closer. “Name the time and place.”
Her lips twitched. “Pretty assumptive.”
“You want flowery words? Figured you to be straight to the point.”
A small grin crossed her face. “I am. Which is why I’ll tell you this so you don’t waste either of our time. I don’t do your kind.”
Anger surged. “My kind? What do you mean?” He stepped closer, thoroughly enjoying the flaring of nostrils on her cute little nose and the way her pupils dilated. “You can try but you can’t hide your attraction.”
“Desire doesn’t rule my life. I can find someone to sate an itch.” Another negligent shrug. “It’s not that difficult to do.”
If she sought to increase his rage, it was a success. He narrowed his eyes. “So ‘my kind’?” he prompted, pressing against her lower body, his erection settled at the apex of her thighs. Where he wanted to be in a much more intimate way. Lust hit him so hard his vision flickered. “Male, desiring you as much as you’re desiring them, what?”
Serefina rubbed against him, sending another electrical pulse through him. “Not used to women telling you no, are you?” Her smile was almost apologetic. Almost. “I’m sure you’re not, so go find someone else. I don’t sleep with DEA.”
Her hips bucked once and her tongue snuck out to moisten her lips. Then she ducked under his arm and slipped beyond the door. He was left alone with a raging hard-on in the women’s restroom. With a frustrated groan—one of sexual craving and something else—he dropped his head to the wood.
She didn’t sleep with DEA. Like hell. He yanked the door open and strode out, ignoring the knowing, shocked and amazed looks of those near. He had a reputation with women and everyone knew it. For a woman to walk away like Serefina had didn’t happen often at all. His gaze landed on her, on Serefina. She waited by the elevators, seemingly unaware of those around her. And yet he wondered.
He moved towards her and entered the elevator with her. They were the only ones and he couldn’t be happier about it. Serefina stood there, hands in her pockets, relaxed and stared straight ahead.
The door shut and for two seconds neither moved. With a snarl, he slammed his hand over the STOP button before crowding her into the corner, palms rested on either side of her head. Her brown eyes, so tempting to dive in to, gazed right back at him without fear.
Then he kissed her. Enveloped her mouth with his own. Her taste exploded over his taste buds, infusing its uniqueness into him. Imprinting onto his mind and soul was the taste of grapefruit. A luscious, picked at the peak of perfection grapefruit. Sprinkled with just a hint of pure cane sugar. And in that instant, Taber found himself totally and utterly addicted.
Not to mention fucked.
Her response was volcanic. She arched into him, sucking and slipping her tongue along his. Strong fingers sank into his hair and ripped the tie holding it back out. A growl rumbled up from his chest. His cock throbbed in his jeans, making them feel a few sizes too small.
As fast as it began, she ripped their mouths apart and had distanced them by ducking under his arm and going to the other side. The elevator had begun moving before he got turned around. Serefina watched him, her lips swollen from the force of his kiss, and her eyes burned with passion.
Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth simultaneously with the elevator doors. Her gaze singed him from head to foot before she walked off. He was left alone with a hard-on again, and this time, he was pretty certain he could drive railroad spikes with it. Within him grew this deep urge to run after her. He remained without moving until she disappeared. Then he stepped fully back and allowed the doors to meet. He pushed the button for his floor and sank back against the cool steel hoping his erection would fade.
“One day, angel. One day, we’ll meet again. And I won’t stop at a mere kiss.”
He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
Serefina LeBenoit.
Chapter Two
New Mexico, eight months later
Serefina paused before she turned into the bar parking lot. Automatically, she scouted the area. She drove in, parked in a darkened corner and shook her head. I need a break. I’m expecting trouble everywhere I look. With the engine shut off, she took a deep breath and headed for the establishment’s door. She slipped through to her normal booth where she could see all who approached. Lisa brought her a drink and placed it before her.
“Thanks, Lisa.”
“No problem. I’ll be back later to check on you.”
She waved her hand in response and stirred the straw in her glass, moving the ice around. Her body was exhausted. Hell, all of her was. Mind, body, spirit. Their last sting had gone horribly wrong. Two of the team were recovering in the hospital. Four had been killed. She’d been injured as well but released much sooner for hers was a much simpler injury. A gunshot wound along her hip. She’d been very lucky. For which, she hated herself. Some days, she wondered why she, and not them, had been spared. Other days, she was glad she had survived then felt bad.
Bottom line, here she sat in a bar debating whether she wanted to hook up with a guy for a night of forgetting. To allow herself the ability to get lost in the belief of being important, cherished, even loved. To allow herself to be lost in a different emotion other than those which came with the parameters of her job. With a groan, she took a sip of her Cuervo and Coke, allowing the taste to flood her senses. It soothed as it slid down her throat.
Outside the thunder rumbled and the brilliant flashes of lightning illuminated the Sandia Mountains. There was a wild beauty, a raw beauty, which came with watching a storm roll uncontested over the mountains.
Movement to her side brought her attention from the impending onslaught of nature to the man who stood there. Tall, dark and handsome. As she scanned him, she pictured him with her. Naked.
Just what I need. The man stopped by the end of her booth and gave her a look which told her he was as interested in a one-night thing as she was. Finishing the last of her drink, she licked her lips and put the glass down. The second her fingers closed around her keys, her gaze honed in on a man across the room. He leaned nonchalantly against the wall, ankles hooked and arms crossed. There was one thing in the joint he focused on and it was her. The neon lights in the bar couldn’t begin to take away from his appeal to her.
Taber Kysenzki.
She’d been unable to forget him. And now here he stood. All tanned, buff and handsome in that annoying panty-soaking way. Tight blue jeans, dusty brown cowboy boots and an indecently tight grey T-shirt.
To hell with it.
She got up and looked at the man waiting. “Sorry.” Then she walked purposefully across the room. Without stopping, she strode to Taber, watching how he readjusted his body and stood straighter. She positioned herself between his legs and sank one hand in the thick waves of blond hair, drawing him close enough to kiss.
Asking for nothing but everything, she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Desire and lust slammed into her as his masculine flavour embedded into her taste buds. His heady sc
ent filled her nose and she whimpered with shameless longing. Her clit throbbed and moisture soaked her panties.
His large hands clasped her butt and squeezed, tugging her tighter against the blatant ridge in his jeans. A low growl rumbled up from his chest before he wrenched control of the kiss from her.
Like in the elevator, he dominated her mouth. His thick tongue swept through the recess of her mouth. He stroked and sucked until her knees threatened to give out on her. Taber tore his mouth off hers and she found his eyes on her. They weren’t blue, but deep blue. Deep, intense blue with the power to rock her to the core.
No words between them, they headed for the door, oblivious to all except their attraction to one another. She walked to her vehicle; an avalanche-coloured, six-speed, off-road Nissan Xterra, and unlocked it. Hand on the door, she glanced back to see him standing under a lot light by a grey Dodge Dooley 3500. The rain had yet to arrive but the storm was closing in fast.
Figures.
She hopped into the cab and started the engine, knowing he’d follow. On a beeline, she headed for her hotel.
The moment they pushed into her room, he was on her. He gripped her hair in one hand and angled her head before plundering her mouth. The kiss curled her toes, and without hesitation, she answered his demand. She sucked hard on his invading tongue, stroked the sides of his mouth and nipped occasionally at his tongue.
He moved them until her back was against a wall, then he ripped his mouth from hers.
“Serefina,” he rasped.
“No talking,” she snapped.
The flow from the parking lot lights through the room’s window wasn’t enough to allow her access to the emotion in his eyes but from the way he stiffened, she knew he wasn’t pleased. Rain began in slight patters on the glass, only to change into a deluge moments later.
“We need to talk.”
Closing her eyes, she bit back a groan. Then she cupped him through his jeans. He was long and thick. Hard too. Taber expelled a sharp breath and she knew he understood what she wanted. What she craved. What they both craved.
He kissed her, hard and unforgiving. Opening herself, she gave herself over to him. Let him set the pace. As quick as he’d started, he stopped and deprived her of his mouth.
“Get naked,” he growled in a low tone.
Blood felt like lightning in her veins as she stripped. The second her final item, her panties, had cleared her ankles, she was back in his arms, his unclothed flesh pressed into hers. The coarse chest hair abraded her already highly sensitive nipples. He turned her to mush with his touch. He nibbled along her jaw line and throat. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she felt her orgasm race upon her.
“Shit!” she hissed, fingers digging into his corded arms.
He shoved two thick fingers deep into her pussy simultaneously with a sharp nip on one turgid nipple.
She came apart. “Ahhh!” Her wail filled the room as she shuddered from the waves of ecstasy which poured over her.
Before that high had a chance to fade, he withdrew his digits and replaced them with the head of his cock. Slowly. Inch by torturous inch, he sank into her wet core. He filled and stretched her; nerves she didn’t know she had exploded in sensation.
The cool wall at her back and Taber’s warmth at the front held her immobile until he had completely imbedded himself within her.
“Oh my,” she sighed euphorically.
“You feel so tight, angel. So tight and wet.”
“You’re talking why?”
He kissed her cheek, chest rumbling with amusement. “Something else I should be doing instead of talking?”
“Yes. Shut up an’ fuck me.” Her tone brooked no room for argument.
Taber lifted one of her legs with his arm and caught it behind her knee. Then he pressed closer driving his thickness even farther into her, lifting her up on her toes.
“Sure you can handle that? I don’t fuck like a pussy, angel. I fuck long and hard.”
His deep rasp ignited the flames all over again and sent tingles throughout her body. Just what I need.
Licking her lips, she tightened her internal muscles around his cock. She slipped a hand into his hair and gripped it hard.
“Get to it then. Times a-wastin’.”
Taber couldn’t believe it. Not only had he found Serefina again but he was currently buried balls deep inside her pussy. Her hot, wet and incredibly tight pussy. He had almost erupted just pushing into her. He’d not been able to get her out of his head. From the way she’d kissed him at the bar, he’d bet she’d thought about him as well.
Serefina growled low in her throat. He smiled slightly in the dark. His angel was horny. Lifting his arm so her leg rose higher, he began to move.
“No need to be impatient, angel. We have all night.”
She relaxed slightly and he slammed hard into her. A cry of raw pleasure ripped from her mouth and she coated his cock with her thick cream. Nipping the side of her neck, he began to power into her. Hard. Fast. Deep. Unstoppable. Just like the storm which raged outside.
Serefina kept up with him. Where most women begged for a break, she begged for more. She worked him as he did her, undulating her hips and increasing his pleasure. After her third orgasm against the wall, he carried her to the bed. Rolling them over so she was on top, he reached for her breasts and played with the tips.
She didn’t miss a beat, just began riding him. The pace she set was torture for him. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of their rendezvous. When the impending feel of his own release nipped at his heels, he tore control away from her, reversed their positions and thrust into her like a machine. The sweat ran down his face as he fought to prolong the incredible feeling being within her brought.
Serefina crested first and pulled him with her. A low roar escaped him as he filled her with thick ropes of cum. He captured her mouth and kissed her. The taste of grapefruit met him. Only once his tremors stopped did he break away and pull out of her. He gathered her sweaty body to his and just held her as their harsh breathing slowed and his heart rate calmed.
His back stung from where her nails had shredded the skin. He knew there were some bite marks on his shoulders as well. Brushing his lips over her temple, he smiled when she burrowed into him. Serefina LeBenoit was dangerous. And his.
Closing his eyes, he had almost crossed into the dream world when the silence was broken by a cell phone. The soft, plaint, exhausted woman in his arms woke instantly and answered it, grabbing it from the small table beside the bed. How it had gotten there he had no idea.
“LeBenoit.”
He got up and walked to the bathroom allowing her some privacy. When he came back out, there was a light on, she had dressed and was shoving her feet into shoes.
“Where are you going?” he asked, striding towards her. Not remotely feeling like sharing her with anyone.
Her head snapped up and the glare in her eyes faded when she took in his nudity. They began to smoulder with desire and he felt himself respond, stiffening.
“I was going out,” she said. Her eyes flashed down and lingered on his erection before she dragged it back up to his face.
“Why?” he asked, unpleased with the jealousy which grew inside him.
“Do I answer to you?”
“Is it work related?” he questioned, ignoring hers.
“No.”
“Matter of life or death?” He walked closer, stroking himself.
“No.” Her response barely a whisper.
“Come here,” he ordered.
She did so without hesitation. Before he could say anything else, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Curses escaped as her tongue and mouth did things to him he’d dreamt of since he’d met her.
Serefina never left that night. They lay naked, limbs intertwined and dead to the world when the morning rays of sun pierced into the sandy hued room. He shifted enough to get his face out of the sun and tightened his hold on the woman in his arm
s. There was no hesitation when sleep came knocking. He went willingly.
The heavy scent of lilacs woke him. Slowly, he sat up. Serefina was not in sight. The shades were drawn, keeping out the sun but he could see the material moving and realised the window remained open. Yawning, he got up and headed to take a quick shower.
Serefina returned after he’d tugged on his jeans. She paused in the doorway and stared. He waited while her gaze travelled down his bare and still damp torso, jeans with the button undone, and bare feet. He arched a brow and waited for her to say something. When she did, it wasn’t what he expected.
“Thanks. I’m sure you have other things to do.”
He blinked a few times, unsure he’d heard correctly. Serefina wore a peach T-shirt, white shorts and tennis shoes. Her dark hair fell freely around her face. The white material of her shorts highlighted the beauty of her strong legs.
“Thanks?” he rumbled dangerously.
She shrugged and stepped fully into the room, kicking the door closed behind her. He noticed whisker burn on the side of her neck when she turned. Despite his anger that mark made him inherently proud. Anger reclaimed the lead when she withdrew a backpack and duffle, both black, and placed them on the bed.
A bed where we fucked like bunnies all night.
He moved to the bed when she entered the bathroom and sat by her bags, ensuring she couldn’t ignore him. She reappeared with a few toiletries in her hands and dumped them in the duffel. Even with him positioned where he was, Serefina did manage to ignore him. Never once looking at him. He could see the wheels turning in her head; he knew the expression, almost like planning for an op.
It nagged at him she could take no notice of him so easily after the passion intense night they’d shared. He wasn't used to places being reversed. He was normally the cool one, with the woman craving more attention. Had he not been watching so intently he would have missed the flash of pain in her otherwise serene expression.
Reclining back on his elbows, he stared at her face. She wasn’t what the world would consider gorgeous but to him, she surpassed it.