by Allie Adams
After kicking off his boots, he quickly did the same with his pants and boxers. He was at once gloriously, delightfully naked from the waist down. For what she needed, she didn't care about the rest. He lowered himself, kissing and licking her neck.
The engorged head of his erection pushed against her panties. Instead of taking them off, he jerked them aside and pushed into the folds of her heated sex.
“All the way!” She cried out when he did exactly as she commanded. His groan sent shivers clear into her core. Her pussy walls clenched and pulled at his flesh, wanting him in deeper.
The material of her panties were in the way of her receiving the friction against her clit she so badly needed. Spencer sensed her frustration and reached down. With a quick flick of his wrist, he snapped the elastic. He then literally tore the satin scrap from her body.
Dear God that's so hot.
“Better?”
“Oh, yeah. Now I just need more.”
“Awfully demanding,” he grunted, but did as she said. Pumping in and out, filling her so completely the tension coiling her abdomen squeezed without restraint. “Ah, Jesus. I can feel you gripping me. You are so tight. It's paradise, Kathryn. Fucking paradise.”
“Faster!” She didn't want to think about anything but coming, finding her release and riding the waves until she passed out. “Harder! Spencer, please! More! More! More!”
He thrust deep and hard, their bodies slapping into each other. His coarse hairs brushed against her sensitive clit just right and she exploded.
Kat cried out and arched as the orgasm slammed into her. Her entire body convulsed and buckled, and she clawed at his back as the wave continued to drown her.
“Fuck!” he roared as he came inside her, ejaculating his sweet life, jetting streams of hot liquid, lubricating her further. He pushed and grinded against her until he had nothing left. Only then did he collapse to her.
Dragging in raspy, harsh breaths, he barely moved. “I think,” he murmured between fighting for air, “we just broke a record.”
Kat lay there, her legs sprawled and shaking as he remained inside her, completely sated. Her blood felt thick, her sex tingly from coming so hard, so fast, she really did forget about everything else. It was exactly what she needed.
So why, then, did she still feel like she needed something more? Maybe more sex? She could definitely handle more of that. Pushing him onto his back, she rolled over on top of him, careful to keep them engaged. Rolling her hips, she started to stroke him with her wet channel and soft inner folds.
“Stop this, baby.” Even as he spoke, he grabbed her hips and rocked her, lifting his to meet her strokes. “Putting us both in a coma is not going to make it go away.”
She rocked faster, desperate for that friction against her swollen, exposed clit. Despite his protest, he grew inside her. He pressed his fingers into her hips, increasing the pace of their rhythm.
“Goddamn it, woman.” Spencer clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. His fingers hurt as they dug into her flesh, but the pain drove erotic pulses straight to her pussy as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
“Yes!” she hissed, pushing down for better penetration. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Each shout of ecstasy punctuated with the feel of his steel cock driving harder and harder into her.
Throwing her head back, the explosion of the white-hot orgasm crashed down, shattering her nerves. Her inner walls fisted as she came, convulsing all around him, pulling him in deeper. He thrust hard and shot the liquid heat into her as he came. She moaned and continued to rock on him, riding the last of her waves while milking him completely.
Now limp, she fell to him and let out a whimper. It was over too fast. She didn't want reality to seep in, but even as her body quivered in the aftermath, she couldn't enjoy it. Not the way she wanted to.
Kat rolled to her back and lay next to Spencer, panting as her soul descended back into her body. She didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see his handsome features softened by his release. Instead she stared at the ceiling, waiting for her vision to focus.
“Another record,” he mentioned huskily. When he reached for her, she instinctively curled to him. He pulled her close with his powerful arms. She folded perfectly against his body. Kissing her forehead, he held her tight. “It's nice to know we can do one thing without fighting.”
TWENTY-NINE
“I'm going to make some dinner. You take as long as you need.” He turned to leave, then stopped and grabbed her bag off the floor. “I'll put this away.”
Kat stiffened. “Where are you taking my bag?”
“To our room.”
“Don't think just because we had sex that everything is back to normal between us. I'm still sleeping in this room.”
He widened his stance and gave her a daring look. She really didn't like the way his eyes danced. He surveyed her, then lifted his brow when he caught her eye. The heat from his gaze skipped across her with a delicious quake. “Then I sleep here, too.”
“Spencer, why are you doing this?”
“I can't protect you if we're in separate rooms. We stay together.”
Knowing she'd never be able to convince him otherwise and they would end up fighting about it all night before she gave in, she decided to save them both time. “Do what you want. I'm going to take a shower. Do you need to watch me do that, too?”
He grinned which caused his eyes to glimmer wickedly. “Only if you want me in there with you. Trust me, it won't be to watch.”
Heat rushed into Kat's cheeks and burned them. “Ready for another round?”
“I wish that were the reason,” he countered, his tone opposite of the playful mirth used only a moment ago. “Take a nice long shower. It will make you feel better. This room adjoins the bathroom. Just come out when you're ready. Oh, and leave the door open.”
“Open? Why?”
“Just...because. I'll get started on dinner.”
Having the doors open really bothered her. Not willing to fight it, knowing he had a reason for everything he did, she walked into the bathroom. Kat undressed quickly and jumped behind the shower curtain before he saw her. Which made no sense. He'd seen her naked plenty of times. Not too long ago, in fact.
She twisted the water on and instantly regretted it. It froze to her skin and she let out a shriek in surprise. The shower curtain flew open and she screamed again.
Spencer had his sidearm in his hand, his eyes smoldering. She shivered and did her best attempt to cover herself with her hands.
“S-Sorry. It-it's c-cold.” In one precise move he adjusted the water and drew the curtain closed.
“Don't scream like that again unless you're in serious trouble,” he demanded from the other side. “Or you will be.”
“Jesus, Spence. It's just a shower.”
“You heard me.”
How could she not? His tone bit into her and rang in her ears. The water heated to a glorious temperature and she let out a moan of pleasure.
“Sorry,” she sang, just in case that noise brought him running in again.
He didn't answer and Kat assumed he left the room. She allowed the water to massage her weary muscles. After an eternity—God how she loved his on-demand hot water—she scrubbed up and finally shut off the shower.
As she grabbed for the towel, she inhaled and something wonderfully spicy filled her senses. Her mouth watered and she couldn't dry off fast enough to see what Spencer had made for dinner. She hadn't eaten a true meal for... Well, she couldn't remember the last time she ate real food. The fast food restaurants and gas station delis had been their only source of nutrition since they went on the run.
Kat threw on her new jeans and sweatshirt, and then wrapped her hair in the towel before leaving the bathroom. As she padded across the hardwood floors toward the kitchen, he glanced up and imprisoned her with his gaze. She froze as she attempted to sit at the breakfast bar.
How could he look so good standing over a hot stove?
He eyed the t
owel on her head. With a slight chuckle that curled his sensual lips into a grin, he handed her a glass of wine. “Classy dinner wear. Hope you're in the mood for stir-fry.”
He had a small white towel draped over a burly shoulder. She found the sight very enticing. Her mouth watered more and she licked her lips. Despite the stress of their situation, her body reacted with hardened nipples that connected a wave of tingly electricity straight to the center of her dampening core.
Over. Finished. Finite. Kaput. Done.
It didn't matter. Her body knew better than to dwell on semantics and instead her response deepened by moistening her entrance, swelling her folds. She'd never get enough of him.
He studied her before speaking in a soft voice. “Do you remember our promise?”
Now that was a loaded question. She swallowed thickly. “Which one?”
“The day we went to the market.” He flicked that heated gaze her way and edged the corners of his sensual lips into a grin. “The night you danced for me.”
She didn't even bother to hide her grin. That was a great night. “What about it?”
“We promised that no matter where we were, no matter what was going on between us, that we'd spend the day together.” He paused and looked at her. “As valentines.”
Oh, that promise.
“But we missed it.”
“No, we didn't.” He didn't seem angry. Not even irritated. His eyes gleamed as he grinned and reached under the counter, pulling out a flat velvet box with a big red bow. “We're together, so we didn't miss it. Happy Valentine's Day. A few days late, but I think it still counts.”
No. Oh, hell no. That was so unfair. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or both. She pulled the box toward her, and then brushed her fingers over the smooth velvet. For the longest time she just sat there staring at it.
“Are you going to pet it or open it?”
Should she? Spence and she weren't valentines. They weren't even together. Hell, they were barely friends right now. She ran her finger across the box again, dreading what she'd find, afraid she'd adore it and hate him even more for being so irresistible. “Did you get this before or after we broke up?”
He watched her for several seconds before declaring, “Does it matter?”
She shook her head and, with a deep breath, unlocked the box. Her jaw dropped as she pulled out the most beautiful gold necklace, a pendant dangling from it. She popped it open and fought back tears.
“A compass?” She'd never seen a gold compass adorned with diamonds. It was absolutely gorgeous.
And, damn it, she loved it.
“It's small enough to wear around your neck. That way you'll always have it with you in case you get lost and need to find your way home. No matter where that is.”
Definitely not fair. With a fresh swell of tears in her eyes, she curled her fingers around it and held it to her chest. How dare he know her so well. How dare he do something so… so… him. She opened the clasp and put the necklace on, then ran her fingers over the compass as it rested against her neck.
“Beautiful,” Spencer rasped.
“Thank you.” She couldn't stop touching it. “I've never seen anything like it.”
“That's because it's one of a kind. Just like you.”
She rested her hand on the pendant as she snapped her shocked gaze on him. “You had this made? For me?”
Spencer wiped his hands on the towel still draped over his shoulder before walking around the breakfast bar. He stopped right in front of her and gently touched her shoulders. “There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you.”
Then, he kissed her before he went back to cooking the stir-fry, leaving her stunned and dizzy. Not knowing what else to do, she focused on the food and not on her sudden want to attack him in the kitchen and show him how grateful she really was. For everything.
Knowing where that led them last time, instead she simply whispered, “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
“I didn't get you anything.”
“Yes,” he tossed over his shoulder, along with a smoldering grin. “You did.”
Kat inhaled sharply. “Why are you so nice to me?”
“Because I lo—” the stove beeped, cutting him off. Damn it! She couldn't believe the timing. Goddamn buzzer.
“What were you saying?” she prodded, desperate to hear that word fall from his lips.
“Later.” He winked and her want for the man went into overdrive.
She sipped her wine and noticed he didn't have a glass. “Are you not drinking?”
“No.”
Made sense. They were still on the run. Besides, alcohol definitely wouldn't help her try to convince her libido that sex with this man was not going to happen again. Her body argued with her illogical reason by expanding, her wetness pooling.
She pushed the wine aside. “What are we having?”
“Oh, you know me.” He slammed her with that devastating grin. The wine jumped to her cheeks, down to her toes, and back up to her cheeks again before settling into her veins, causing her blood to thicken.
Yes, she did know him. And that was the problem. She knew Spencer Allen as a TREX agent. But more importantly, she knew him as a man. She knew how he liked to be touched when they made love, how he smelled before, during, and after. She knew just being this close to him after all that had happened between them had her dealing with feelings she wasn't ready to face, while at the same time ready to throw him on the kitchen counter and mount him until this nightmare faded into a memory. They tried fucking the nightmare away earlier, so nothing could stop them from trying again.
Focus on the threat. That should check her lust. “Any thoughts on why someone is after me?”
Spencer stopped chopping vegetables on his cutting board and met her eyes, the expression gone from his face. In an instant he recovered and starting chopping again, his eyes back to his task. “Let's worry about feeding you.”
Classic avoidance.
“But—”
He shoved something into her mouth. She crunched down, savoring the flavor of the bell pepper. She didn't bring the subject up again until they cleaned the kitchen after they'd eaten. The stir-fry had been delicious, what little wine she drank second to none. But damn if the man made one hell of a mess in the creation of his masterpiece.
It took them a good thirty minutes to tidy up, but when they were done, there was nothing left to do except talk. He did another check of the house. She grew tired of his stalling and followed him, asking questions along the way.
“Do you think they know I'm here?”
He grunted as his answer.
“Who do you think it is?”
Another grunt.
“Do you think there's more than one?”
No answer this time.
“Why are they after me?” Kat paused to judge his reaction. He ignored her, so she took a breath to start up again. “Are you even sure it's me they're after? Why not you? Or TREX? He confessed to you, not me. How do you—”
He spun around and riveted an angry gaze to her, silencing her last question. With a sigh he brought his hands to his hips. “I don't know. And that bugs the hell out of me.”
“To which question?”
He threw his arms out and snarled. “To all of them.” Kat jumped at his tone. The way his muscle twitched had her taking a step back. Spencer's features softened. “I don't like not knowing.”
“You don't like not being in control,” she corrected. He paused at her comment. Without turning around, he started walking again.
Kat followed. “Admit it, you like being in total control.”
This time he stopped so abruptly she collided into him. Looking up, she gaped at the dark stir of emotions in his eyes.
“You're one to talk. From the first day I met you, you always had to be in control. To keep the peace between us, I let you. But now it's my turn.”
Her face heated. Nothing could be further from the truth. “Me? Con
trol? I lose all control when it comes to you.”
His eyes widened at her verbal slip. Her pulse jumped. Smooth move, Davis. He grinned knowingly and walked away. Kat followed, her steam gone. Stupid slip of the tongue.
He moved to the couch and motioned at her. “We need to talk about what is happening and why.”
She swallowed, not understanding whether he meant about them or the fact someone out there wanted her dead. Either way, she needed answers and joined him on the couch.
“I made the mistake once of not telling you what I knew.” He finally rested his gaze on her face. “It may be too late to make up for that now, but I'm going to tell you everything I know about that day. It's time you knew the truth.”
Kat nodded and remained silent while he gathered his thoughts. Her stomach landed in her throat, but she refused to so much as suck in a breath until he told her everything he knew.
“One year ago I received a call from someone deep inside TREX. A man told me they had reason to believe Emery Haynes, the man we were called out to find, had ties to a sleeper cell. We were on high alert at the time and the entire agency was on edge. When I heard the caller mention terrorism, I didn't hesitate to take the lead.”
Neither would she. “What did you do?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes against something that seemed painful to remember. “I didn't kill him, if that's what you're asking. I was told someone was already there to take care of that. My job was to locate the target for the hit, so I did.”
She held her tongue. There were so many questions she had but if she kept interrupting him, he might stop his explanation all together. The grave look on his face made her wonder how much more he'd be willing to divulge.
“You already had K-SAR out in the field. I couldn't have you pull your units back in without raising suspicion. So I did the only other thing I could think of and kept the units away from the scene until the subject was neutralized. I was just doing my job. I never knew it would turn into something like this.”
“What did you honestly think would happen?”
“I thought I'd end up sleeping better at night knowing I had a part in stopping a terrorist.” He struggled to keep his voice steady.