Red Blooded (Red Hot & Blue)

by Cat Johnson

  She trembled as he slid one shoe on.

  Turning his attention to the other foot, he kissed his way from her ankle to her big toe, before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.

  Carly drew in a deep breath. If her toes were this sensitive, what the hell would her reaction be if he sucked on a more intimate part of her? That thought had him beginning to tremble too as all his psychological training flew right out the window.

  Training. Bullshit. What military genius had thought any red-blooded man could make love to an attractive woman and not be affected in some way by it?

  Thrusting the thought out of his mind, he moved this public seduction along and slipped the second shoe on. Then he leaned over to hit the power button on the television. The channel that automatically came on played music to accompany the hotel information written on the screen. He’d discovered that earlier while eating his pizza.

  As the soft generic music filled the room, he pulled a chair over to the end of the bed and then motioned Carly over with the crook of one finger. “Come here, baby.”

  She rose from the bed and teetered over in the heels. He couldn’t help thinking how great they made her bare legs look.

  Standing her in front of the mirror, he sat in the chair. “There, sweetheart. Dance right there in front of the mirror for me.”

  She looked a bit frightened, but Trey figured since she was facing him and not the camera, it didn’t matter. Hating he’d put her in such an uncomfortable situation, he felt even worse as he watched her hips start to sway.

  His body’s reaction was clearly visible to both of them. Her gaze dropped to the erection evident in the too-damn-thin silk pajama bottoms.

  Instead of it freaking her out, she reacted in the totally opposite way. She lifted her chin a bit, closed her eyes and started to really dance for him.

  Turning in time to the rhythm of the music, she spun to face the mirror. Her eyes opened and their gazes met as she watched his reaction in the reflection.

  Running her hands over her body, she danced. He alternated between focusing on her reflection and the swaying of her hips right in front of him. All the while his erection was an ever-present sign of his enjoyment of the show. He was happy simply watching her, until she pulled down the top of the nightgown to reveal one breast to him, then wet her finger and circled her own nipple with it.

  At that point, he was no longer simply an observer. He couldn’t control himself.

  This was no longer just a show for the target. Hell, it hadn’t been for some time.

  CHAPTER 14

  He pushed down his waistband and began to rub his swollen cock. Not that he had many brain cells functioning at this point, but his thinking was Smith would definitely be the kind of guy who would jerk off as his wife stripped for him.

  Second, perhaps if he came while watching her, he could get away with only making Carly strip for the terrorists and not have to go further.

  Only making her strip. Ha! There was nothing insignificant about what was happening between them now. Especially not when her eyes caught the reflection of what was happening behind her.

  Knowing she was watching him, as well as the target’s guards and Matt in the control center, didn’t diminish his arousal at all as pre-come seeped from the tip.

  His fist moved faster over the rock-hard flesh and, just when he was starting to get really friendly with his own hand, Carly turned to him. Her gaze dropped, observing every motion he made.

  His heart pounded faster as she moved closer. Leaning down, she braced herself on each arm of the chair, putting him eye-level with her glorious tits. When she reached out and ran the tip of her finger down the slit of his cock, Trey hissed in a breath.

  Her eyes met his and he saw the need in them. If she was into this, he sure as hell was too.

  Stopping what he had previously been doing, he released the grip on his cock and reached for her.

  With one finger he pulled aside the neckline of the already revealing nightie, just enough to expose her other nipple. Leaning forward, he drew the peak into his mouth and scraped his teeth against it.

  She drew in a sharp breath and then grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her breast.

  There was no doubt in his mind now. John Smith was definitely going to make love to his wife tonight. Since it was too late to step back from the precipice on which they both teetered, he drew her another step forward.

  Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pulled her closer until she was in his lap, straddling him. Then she began to grind her pelvis against his erection.

  She lowered her lips to his, devouring his mouth as he kissed her with equal need.

  His tongue drove against hers in a rhythm that mimicked what he hoped his very prominent arousal would soon do to her. She rubbed herself against the bulge of his cock.

  He heard her breath coming in staggered pants. In another second, she’d probably come just from the contact. If he didn’t watch out, he’d come from it too.

  Trey broke away. If this was to be the one and only time they’d be together, he wanted it to last a very long time and he intended on enjoying every moment.

  Besides, some part of his brain remembered the team wouldn’t benefit from his rushing to finish this. They needed as much time as he could give them.

  “Turn around. Face the mirror.”

  Did the pulse in her throat pound faster just from his suggestion? How hot was that?

  Swallowing hard from his words, Carly nodded. As her pulse continued to throb wildly, she rose and let him turn her toward the mirror.

  This was no simple hook up. They affected each other physically. Chemically.

  He couldn’t let himself think like that. This was a one-shot deal.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see you.” He sat her in his lap, his hands spreading her thighs wide.

  “This is supposed to be a dance for you, remember?” Her voice sounded breathy.

  “No reason why we can’t both enjoy it.” His own voice came out sounding raspy.

  Easing aside the scrap of lace that comprised the bottom of Candi Smith’s nightwear, he exposed her before both of their eyes. “Look at yourself, baby. You’re so beautiful.”

  Head thrown back against his chest, she stared at her reflection as his hands slipped between her folds. He started circling his finger over her engorged clit.

  The first touch had her drawing in a sharp breath.

  He scraped his teeth against her earlobe before moving down to nip lightly at her neck. Sliding a finger from his left hand inside her, he stroked in and out while still working her clit with his right.

  She began to tremble. It wouldn’t be long.

  Moving her slightly, he readjusted their positions. He freed his erection from the pants, then slid it between her thighs. She rotated her hips against him, and with every movement his arousal rubbed her wet entrance while his fingers played against her.

  Trey watched Carly in the mirror as she sat, shaking, facing away from him, her eyes squeezed closed. Her breathing got faster and then she was crying out and all but bucking out of his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her closer, but he didn’t let up with his fingers as her orgasm rocked her.

  Finally, it was obvious she couldn’t take anymore. Panting and slumping weakly in his lap as her body jerked sporadically, she grabbed his hand to stop him.

  Enjoying the view of her flushed face in the mirror, he held her as she caught her breath, all the while thinking she better not be done now because he sure as hell wasn’t.

  That thought was reinforced by Matt’s voice in his ear. “For God’s sake, Trey. You can’t stop now. We’ve almost got Jimmy out, but we need more time.”

  Trey closed his eyes for a second, regrouping in his mind. He had become Trey again while touching Carly, but he needed to be John Smith.

  Grasping her chin, he angled her face toward his, and then took control of her mouth in a hard, crushing kiss. He unl
eashed an untamed part of him he rarely gave into, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while he worked her breast roughly with one hand.

  When he broke the kiss that had them both breathless, she opened her eyes again. He stared into the sea of green.

  “I want you.”

  She swallowed hard but remained silent.

  “I want to fuck you.” Purposely choosing those coarse words, he played the role and let John Smith shine through him. It might be the only way to hold onto his own sanity. “Do you want that?”

  His gut twisted waiting to hear the words from her lips.

  Finally, he was rewarded when she nodded. “Yes.”

  With two hands around her waist, Trey raised Carly off his lap and set her on her feet before him. He stood too and ran his hands up from her thighs, pulling her nightgown up and over her head. She was there before him, naked except for black lace thong underwear and heels.

  God, her breasts were beautiful. He’d really enjoy them in any other situation. Dammit, he was enjoying them now.

  He pushed the chair out of the way and led Carly to the end of the bed, trying to reason away the fact he was trembling now too.

  Adrenaline. That’s all it was.

  Sinking into her was going to be a huge mistake. He knew it. Yet he was going to do it anyway for so many reasons, half of them selfish, half not so selfish.

  This was for Jimmy, at least partially. He had to keep reminding himself of that, even though he didn’t believe one word of his own internal lies.

  With both of them still standing, he turned her toward the bed and bent her over the edge of the mattress. No way would the guards leave the monitors with Carly bent over the bed like that.

  Trey ran his hands over the warm skin of her perfect heart-shaped ass. He pulled her thong down in one swift move, yanking his own bottoms off next. He wanted her so badly his erection was bobbing with a life of its own.

  He’d be fine once he had her. He’d have to be. This was just lust. That’s all. That’s what he kept telling himself as he stood close behind her and nudged her feet farther apart with his.

  With a hand on each of her hips, he glanced at the mirror, saw himself and Carly reflected perfectly, and plunged inside her.

  She was so wet and ready he slid into her warmth easily.

  He drove into her hard, over and over again, gritting his teeth to make it last as long as possible. Trying to ignore how good it felt, he pounded into her until the cheeks of her ass were pink from the friction.

  Carly’s breathing got more labored and she began shaking. Pulling out, he turned her around. He wanted to see her face-to-face when she came again. Laying her on the mattress, he crawled between her thighs and poised at her entrance. Her lips were parted and her breath came in gasps as she stared up at him.

  His gaze never leaving her face, he slid inside again. She released a shaky breath as he entered her, his own body shuddering from the sensation.

  Reaching his hand between them, he connected with her clit and brought her to orgasm for a second time.

  The feel of her body gripping his and the sight of her face as she came overwhelmed him. He thrust once more and followed her, coming deep inside as her body milked his.

  Totally consumed by Carly beneath him, the sound of Matt’s voice in his ear startled Trey right out of his blissful sex haze. “Trey, we—Jack. Shit! You’re not supposed to be in here.”

  He heard the click as Matt disconnected audio and that was it. Still buried deep inside Carly, Trey was left alone with the miserable knowledge the one man who shouldn’t have seen what happened between him and Carly, had.

  Her body pulsed one more time around him, an aftershock from her lingering orgasm, but there was no joy in it for him.

  He pulled out and, squeezing his eyes shut, rubbed a hand over his face to try and erase the misery.

  When he opened his eyes again, Carly was watching him. Avoiding eye contact, he retrieved her panties off the floor and handed them to her. As she reached for them, he realized he didn’t know if Jimmy was free yet.

  Now what?

  A click sounded and Matt was in his ear again. Trey said a silent thank you and waited.

  “We got Jimmy. I gotta go but you’re good, Trey. You’re done. We don’t need you anymore. Copy?”

  Trey cleared his throat to indicate he had heard and understood the message.

  Matt signed off with a hurried, “Roger that. Over and out.”

  His only point of contact on this mission was silent once more. At least he’d gotten what he needed first. Jimmy was out of there and Trey didn’t have to prolong this thing with Carly.

  She had already pulled her panties back on and had kicked off her heels, all while continuously glancing at him.

  After retrieving the nightgown from the floor where he’d dropped it, she crawled under the covers.

  The expression on her face told him she knew something was not right. He couldn’t explain about Jack because of the surveillance in the room. Nor could he explain the inner turmoil he felt, but that had nothing to do with the bad guys listening in on them.

  Trey pulled on the pajama bottoms and shut off the TV and the light. Sliding into the bed, he lay down next to her.

  She snuggled closer, seeking contact.

  After the intimacy they’d just shared, how could he deny her that? He gave up fighting the urge and let himself pull her into his arms. She felt good there. Too good.

  How was he supposed to make love to this woman and then forget about it? Impossible.

  Her fingertips brushed his cheek. He didn’t move. Her lips met his and he was torn between wanting her all over again and knowing the worst thing he could do was fall into this thing with her any deeper.

  The tip of her tongue slid between his lips and she moved closer until the length of her body was pressed against his. Trey sucked in a deep breath.

  Maybe just one more time.

  The damage was already done. Once more couldn’t hurt. It would give him more memories for those long, cold lonely nights when he returned and was supposed to pretend nothing had happened.

  She pushed the elastic waistband of his pants down before she stroked his length and his decision was made.

  Rolling on top of her, he captured Carly’s face in both of his hands. He kissed her hard and deep.

  Thrusting one hand into her hair, he slid the other one down, following the curves of her body. Her knee came up and hooked around his hip.

  In the dark every breath she took resonated through him. The tiny sound she made in her throat when his tongue tangled with hers sent a tingle straight to his core.

  No one could see them now. This time wouldn’t be about the mission. It was just about them and it shouldn’t be happening.

  That thought filled his head even as he pulled her panties off for the second time that night and plunged inside.

  CHAPTER 15

  Trey didn’t let himself rest that night. All hell would be breaking loose in the basement after Jimmy’s extraction.

  He only hoped they didn’t connect the team’s infiltration to his and Carly’s visit. But why should they? The Smiths were simply newlyweds having sex. Nothing suspicious about it.

  Though the guards in charge of Jimmy would most likely pay a hefty price for watching the X-rated feed on the monitors instead of their captive. They might even pay with their lives.

  His mind circled around and around the possibilities and consequences until just after dawn when he felt Carly slip out of bed. She padded to the bathroom and he heard the shower start.

  As the exhaustion began to catch up with him, Trey flung one arm over his eyes. He hadn’t slept at all and now, sleep deprived and distracted as hell, he had to be at the top of his game for the meet.

  He needed to convince the target to trust him and hopefully build a long-lasting relationship. He also had to try to not get him and Carly killed in the process.

  The terrorist they were after was an ext
remely powerful and very bad man. They didn’t want him dead. If they had, Jimmy could have taken him out long ago.

  The good guys wanted the target’s boss and the best way to locate him was by getting admitted into the inner circle by doing business with him.

  Finding John Smith and his computer had been a stroke of luck and the timing couldn’t have been better, given the fact their only mole, Jimmy, had been compromised.

  Trey told himself he only had to get through this one meet. After that, someone at CentCom should be able to handle all future correspondence electronically. They’d get the info they needed to find the leader.

  Hopefully the guy he was dealing with wasn’t big on speaking by phone and Trey wouldn’t be brought in again unless the bad guy requested another face-to-face.

  If that happened, he’d come alone with the team. No way was he bringing Carly here again.

  Listening to the water still running in the shower, he pictured it sluicing off Carly’s body and remembered the feel of being inside her last night.

  Trey relived the taste of her, the scent of her. He had to physically shake his head to rid himself of the memories.

  The voice inside, his own this time instead of Matt’s, reminded him once again a distracted soldier was a dead soldier . . . accompanied by a dead civilian in this case.

  Dammit. Why did this Smith guy have to be such a ball-less bastard he would bring his wife along with him as cover for an arms deal?

  Trey was going to have to get his mind fine-tuned again and fast. This was already a risky mission without the distraction of Carly.

  Add to that the fact Jimmy had been extracted right out from under the target’s nose and their chances for success plummeted. Every bad guy in the vicinity would be on high alert after last night’s escape.

  Every one in the area would be under suspicion. If only they could call off this meet, but that would only further alert the terrorist bastards.

  Where the hell was Matt’s voice when he needed it? He could use a little encouragement and an update about now.