Hearts Are Wild

by Synithia Williams

  Her big, mesmerizing eyes searched his—not frantically, but with a longing he hadn’t seen in way too long. He loosened his grip.

  Fuck it.

  Their lips collided, kissing and gripping and searching. Her palms grasped at his sides before sliding to his back as she pushed her body against his. His hand roamed up her back to her neck and tangled in her long curls. He kissed her to say he was sorry; he kissed her because he wanted her more than air at this moment. And by her heavy breathing, she was getting the message.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his bottom lip before capturing it with her teeth. She trailed her lips up his jawline to his ear.

  “Take me,” she whispered.

  He cupped her ass and hauled her up so she could wrap her lusciously long legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. His dick was so fucking hard that he might come just from the friction carrying her caused. He laid her on the bed, careful to keep their bodies close. Feeling her breath, hearing her soft moans, he couldn’t take much more, yet he wanted it to last forever. Right now they didn’t have any problems. Right now they were the only two people in the world.

  He let his lips devour her—trailing kisses to her collarbone, down her shirt, over her breast, and to her belly before standing up to take off his shirt. She sat up, watching him, smiled, and slipped out of her boots and rid herself of her shirt.

  A deep breath did nothing to calm the excitement that stirred in his chest. It had been too long for them. He’d let their silence go on too long. They communicated a hell of a lot better with their naked bodies anyhow.

  She stood and undid the top button of her pants, but he held up a hand for her to stop and pointed to the wall. Walking with her fine-ass hip swing, she whirled around and backed up against the wall with no window in his bedroom. She licked her top lip, and by mid smile he was pinning her to the stucco with his body.

  She opened her lips to him, and he took every part, swirling their tongues and breathing her in. He was desperate for every part of this woman—he wanted to explore her all over again and drive her wild.

  He slid his hand down her side, skimming his thumb over the side swell of her breast. He didn’t stop at her pants; he merely ducked his palm under the trim, grazing her hipbone then finding the edges of her panties. Her tongue caressed his gently, and she moaned as she opened her mouth and pushed her lips harder against his, egging him to continue. His arm, palm, and fingers acted without reservation at every grip, nail dig, and pant. His body did whatever the hell it pleased when Arabella was around—and it always aimed to please.

  His hand cupped the apex of her legs as his middle finger slid in between her folds. She gasped into his mouth as his finger glided inside of her again. Fuck, she was wet and tight and now so were his pants.

  He pulled his lips from her and moved his head back a couple of inches as he set a steady rhythm of filling her and pulling away. Without warning, he slid his index finger in too, and watched her eyes widen and a small smile briefly grace her lips before the heat in her eyes returned. She moved her hands to his arm, clenching his forearm and bicep. She tried to kiss him again, but he moved his head to the side. He wanted to watch her. His other palm wrapped around her hip and held her in place. Her breath quickened. She could never resist a little domination. He moved faster, using his thumb to rub her clit. Her head pushed against the wall and she came. Pleasure pushed her shoulders forward, her mouth fell open as her moans escaped, and every skin cell he had yearned for her. For every single part of her.

  When she opened her eyes, there was a satisfied lift to her lips. And it wouldn’t be the only one tonight.

  He pushed her pants to the ground and did the same with his boots and cargos. No one in this room was going to need clothes until the morning light.

  • • •

  Arabella’s breathing went back to normal, but not for long. She was naked and he was kicking off his pants. His arm and ab muscles were defined even in the dim light that shone from the hallway into his bedroom. And his legs. The man had not given up time at the gym, that was for damn sure.

  He struggled with the last pant leg, and she giggled, pulling back the covers to his bed. She crawled in, sure to give him a sexy show of her ass. His erection was a sight she’d waited too long to behold, and it made her wet. Again.

  “Come here.” She took out the black band that held her hair in a ponytail and shook her head slightly to let her hair down. She knew Felix loved when her hair was messy, and it made her feel sexier.

  He was by her side in a flash, hand on her cheek, tongue meeting hers. His groan sent tingles straight south and pinged her center.

  She sat on top of him, coaxing him back against his headboard.

  He captured her breast in his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple then flicking his tongue over it before she put one palm on his chest, used her other hand to glide him into her.

  Her fingers crumpled in, scratching his chest as she swore under her breath. Felix leaned back with a deep groan, and his grasp on her hip tightened.

  She leaned in, wanting more of their skin to touch as she moved her hips up and down, slowly.

  “Ah, fuck,” he muttered with his eyes closed before gazing back at her with his cool blue stare filled with desire and lust and a whole lot of pleasure. Exactly what she liked to see.

  She couldn’t prolong the pleasure. Her release was building already. Her hips moved faster, taking him in—the desire increasing with each drive.

  She kissed his lips and felt his tenseness; his release was coming, and the anticipation of her own gratification heightened.

  “Come in me.” She uttered into his mouth before capturing his bottom lip with hers.

  “God, yes,” he ground out. “Arabella.”

  His hips flared and her back arched at the orgasm, amplified by his release, too.

  “Holy fucking shit.”

  She pressed into him as she laid her chest on his, letting out her own satisfied moan.

  His arms wrapped around her, his fingers splayed on her back.

  You never really knew what you missed about someone until they were gone. And sometimes you never realized what you missed until you got it back. A tear threatened to roll off her cheek and onto his chest. What she’d missed most was the desire in his blue eyes.

  • • •

  Arabella woke to sunlight streaming through a crack in the curtains. That was the best sleep I’ve had in years. They’d slept on and off, finding comfort in each other’s body.

  Being loved by Felix was intoxicating. And addicting. If she wasn’t careful, she could forget their past and think they had a future.

  She turned her head up on his chest to watch him sleep. His face kept its serious set, and she had to smile. The edges and planes of his square face were sexy, but it was the plump in his cheek that she loved the most. When he smiled, his face lit up and the dark sexiness about him became handsome and boyish.

  His eyes opened, and he looked down at her, the ends of his lips pulling up into a grin.

  “Good morning, lover.” She kissed his chest, filling her lungs with his woodsy scent.

  “Hey.” His fingers trailed down her arm and onto her belly. “What time is it? We forgot to set an alarm.”

  “I don’t think we forgot to do anything last night.”

  He lifted her up onto his chest on a laugh. “You know, I think you’re right.” He gently kissed her lips. “I’ll make breakfast.” He swung the covers off, stood as he swiped boxers from the floor and stepped into them, and then turned back. “Why wasn’t there a suitcase in your hotel room?”

  “Habit.” She shrugged. When had he been in her hotel room? “You never know where you’ll end up at the end of a day. I packed up and put it in the car when I changed out the Jeep.”

  He nodded. “Where are your keys? I’ll get it if you want to get in the shower.”

  “Pants. Left leg pocket.”

  He jingled the ke
y against the rental tag and paused mid smile. At first she thought he was going to say something or come back to bed and make good use of their nakedness. But he didn’t. He just paused. Then she saw it, the small movement—the sinking of his smile, the realization of what their day was going to bring. Reality. Reality stopped his smile from brightening his eyes and looking at her like she was the best thing in his life.

  “I’ll get in the shower then.” She didn’t have to see disappointment on his face to know it was coming.

  When she got out of the shower, her suitcase was sitting on his made bed. She dressed in pretty much what she had on yesterday except all black. The smell of bacon beckoned her out to the kitchen—she couldn’t stay and hide in his room all day.

  “Smells good.” She sat on a stool at the island.

  “Hope you’re hungry.”

  “Is there coffee?”

  He put a pod into his Keurig and pushed the blue button, lighting the biggest cup.

  Felix wasn’t looking at her; he hadn’t made eye contact with her since she’d appeared from his room. Maybe he’d changed his mind and wasn’t going to help, and the big breakfast was just his way of sending her on her way. Shit. What am I going to do now?

  She knew what she’d do—it had always been plan F. She’d arrange for a meeting with Darek and then try to kill him. F wasn’t a well thought out level of planning. But what did she have to lose? She glanced at Felix as he set a white coffee cup in front of her. Nothing. She had nothing to lose.

  He slid a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of her and stood across from her to eat his.

  Now that he was looking at her, she wasn’t sure she liked it.

  “I’m going to help you, as I said last night, but I have one condition.” His gaze was steady and there was no hint of a smile on his lips.

  She nodded and set her piece of bacon back on her plate. With Felix the caveat could be damn near anything.

  His lips turned down and her belly flipped. “We’re going to sign divorce papers.”

  She always expected regret to fill her after their steamy encounters, but it never did. Ever. There was not one kiss, touch, or moan she’d ever take back where Felix was concerned. In an alternate universe, they would’ve settled down in a taupe house with a white picket fence and be on child number four. Sometimes she dreamed about that universe—sometimes the picture of it made her tear up. And other times she thanked her lucky stars they’d never given the whole marriage thing much of a try. They hadn’t lasted long in bliss.

  Their problems never stemmed from lack of emotions; it was the opposite. They had too many. She always worried about what danger he had put himself in the middle of. It was hard to love someone who might be lost to this world forever at any given moment. A loss you might not know about for months. Being apart had proved to be too much for them to sustain a marriage. For both of them. They’d drifted, not ever wanting to say the words.

  She blinked.

  But was he really telling her he wanted a divorce? Legal and everything? They would be done. They wouldn’t find each other anymore.

  “Deal.” The word passed through her lips before she debated her answer to death and showed weakness. She’d have no future if Felix didn’t agree to help her. But was it worth gaining a future if she had none?

  Grabbing toast off her plate—because now she needed something to calm her upset insides—she stood. “Ready?”

  “Winter texted me. They might’ve gotten some intel we can use.”

  Great. The sooner they got going on that information, assuming it was good, the quicker the threat against her would be eliminated and the sooner she could leave. She didn’t know where she’d go, but there had to be someplace where she could find the elusive white picket fence.

  Chapter Six

  Felix kept his eyes on the road. Damn, if this hadn’t been a confusing morning. He’d woken up to a beautiful angel on his chest, looking up at him like he was her air.

  Then he’d remembered the last twenty-four hours. And the five years before that.

  The divorce was a good idea. But did she have to agree so fast to his one condition? Apparently so. She hadn’t even thought about it. Especially after the night they’d just shared. It was his own fault for calling her bluff—what had he expected? Arabella beg to stay married? What they had wasn’t a marriage. They hadn’t been in the same country in years, let alone the same city.

  The showdown between Winter and Arabella was going to be a tense one to watch—Winter was flaming pissed, and Arabella wasn’t all that remorseful. Felix had spoken with Winter briefly, and she’d said that Bahman was cooperating, which was the good news. The bad news was that Bahman had reached out to his contacts in Darek’s web and found out Darek really was gunning for Arabella, and he wanted his laptop full of information back no matter the consequences.

  A large pop coincided with the Hummer swerving right when they were a block out from the bridge. Shit. He’d seen enough combat to know when his tire had been shot.

  He held the steering wheel tightly and glanced in his side mirror. A scope reflected off the top of a building they’d just passed. “Behind us.”

  She already had her gun in hand and turned in her seat to try to get a location on the shooter. Fucking perfect. Now the vehicle he loved was getting shot to hell.

  “Top left. I see him.” Her window was open, and she started to swivel out of it to shoot back.

  “Don’t. He’ll have backup.” The last thing he needed was her getting ripped to shreds by a bullet.

  The windows in the Hummer were small, so at least they were fairly safe until they had to get out of the vehicle. If he were to have set up the ambush, he’d have more than one sniper at the ready.

  “We need cover then, unless you think we can make it.” She righted herself in the seat.

  The Wyn Security office was on the other side of the shipping island.

  Plink. Another tire burst, and this time the hit men sprayed his doors. He stepped on the gas, veering left then right to avoid the bullets, and drove straight for an abandoned warehouse.

  “Hold on.” He glanced at Arabella in time to see her brace herself.

  He drove the Hummer straight through an old, white, tin garage door. The crash was more loud than destructive—to his vehicle anyway. The garage door was demolished and the assault team would definitely know where they were.

  They were out of their seats in a hurry, unloading the arsenal in the back. As much as they could carry, at least.

  “Did you recognize them?”

  “Too far away.” She grabbed for the shotgun and slung it around her arm and then holstered another 9mm. “I told you Darek was coming.”

  “You want to do this right now?” Felix stuffed clips into his jacket and pants pockets and made sure to take the sniper rifle with him. In a scenario where they had to negotiate, he could cover Arabella and vice versa. Hopefully, these people wouldn’t expect them to be armed this well.

  They had to move. Now. The building they just crashed into looked to be a towing and car repair shop—or had been once upon a time. They needed to get to the roof. A ground floor with a wide open hole to look through and not enough hiding spaces meant they needed a tactical advantage.

  “Is there access from there?” He pointed to a ceiling corner of the shop that had a small catwalk halfway up.

  She scanned the room. “I don’t see another option.” She started for the ladder without looking back.

  He jacked the hammer back on the rifle to put a bullet in the chamber and followed. This was the completely wrong time to be thinking about her ass, but, shit, she looked good climbing up a ladder in cargo pants. Add the action, and she was one hot, dangerous woman. Talk about a fucking turn on.

  She stopped on the second level and covered him while he boogied up. She wasted no time going up to the ceiling once he was on the platform. No guns or heads were sticking out of the hole he’d created in the side of the build
ing yet, but he was in a shoot-now, ask-questions-later kind of mood. He heard a creak. When he looked up, all he saw were Arabella’s legs. After she pulled herself up, she leaned back down, gun in hand to cover him.

  The building wasn’t large, but it covered enough space to give them a good angle. The original attack had come from a rooftop to their two o’clock, but he had yet to pinpoint the angle of the second burst.

  They stayed crouched and picked the spot with the best vantage—he had his rifle out and scanned the rooftops while she watched the streets.

  “It’s too quiet,” she whispered.

  “They’re regrouping.”

  “Maybe they only wanted to intimidate—this was their way of saying hello.”

  “They did too much homework, and who knows how long they were set up waiting for us.” He reached for his phone to call Winter. No signal. “Do you have a signal?”

  He sighted down the scope of his M24, going rooftop by rooftop while he waited for her to check her phone.

  “Nope.” She put her palm to her forehead to shade her eyes. “I bet they’re using a jammer. These guys are trained, Felix.”

  “Then it’s a good thing we are too.”

  She chuckled with a hint of deviousness. “That it is.”

  He didn’t want to kill these guys. He wanted to maim and interrogate them. He would not ever call asking Bahman a couple of questions last night an interrogation. That was a cover-your-ass task. If they caught some of these bastards, he’d be sure to revisit all his training in the matter.

  “Why hit us here though, if they knew we were going to the office? There are better choke points the closer we get.” He slouched down a little more against the two-foot barrier on the roof and met her eyes.

  The sparse golden highlights in her brown hair shimmered in the sun. The corners of her eyes wrinkled as she searched his. They weren’t strangers to being in a tight situation together. They were one hell of a team. And as far as he was concerned, unless a fucking enemy helicopter flew overhead all of a sudden, they had the advantage. They would be able to hold off during a firefight, if it came to that, until someone heard the noise, called the cops, and they came in sirens blazing.