by Zoey Parker
“We’ll catch this asshole, Abby, I promise you.”
Such conviction. Such determination. It had been a mystery why I had found myself falling so intensely for this man, but standing there with his hands on my bare arms right then and there, it wasn’t any mystery anymore. How could I not want him?
Slowly, uncertainly, I turned in his arms until I was staring at his chest. “Kade…”
“Yes?” he asked, his voice low and rough. His right hand moved from my arms to go to my chin, one finger forcing it up so that I was looking into his dark eyes. “Abby?”
I swallowed hard, daring myself to go through with it. Daring myself to do what I so desperately wanted, what I still half believed he wanted, too. “Please, just for tonight, I need…” I broke off, unable to say just what it was I needed, but I found that I didn’t have to.
Kade tilted forward ever so slightly, leaning down to me until I felt his warm breath across my face. He closed the space between us and I felt his skin touch mine, our mouths coming together like that was where they belonged. I sighed and shuddered at the same time, pushing myself up to make the kiss harder, to make it linger.
It was everything I wanted and not enough.
He pulled back finally, the kiss which I thought he meant to be chaste having turned into something that was only a step away from pure, unbridled passion. And I hadn’t even tasted his tongue.
“Please,” I tried again, breathless this time. “Help me forget tonight.”
I could see uncertainty warring in his eyes and knew that he did, in fact, want me. I didn’t know what it was that was pushing him back, what it was he was fighting with himself over, but I knew which side I wanted to win.
Please choose me, I thought silently, waiting for him to decide.
When he did, it happened in a flash. His hands renewed their grip on my arms and jerked me forward, slamming my body against his. My breasts flattened against his rock hard chest, my nipples growing hard as his mouth found mine again, this time not even trying to be gentle.
His lips parted to let his tongue slip out, sliding against my mouth until I opened it, inviting him to explore. He did so eagerly, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth and dancing with my tongue.
My hands moved forward on their own, my fingers brushing against the silky shirt I’d insisted he wear that night, wishing that it was bare skin. He sucked in a breath when I hooked my fingers into his belt loops to pull him even closer.
“Abby,” he said—the only thing it seemed he could say—then he kissed me again.
As our tongues dueled and we bruised one another’s lips, my hands went to work. They went to his shirt, undoing the buttons as quickly as they could until they granted me access to that silky hard flesh of his body. His hands were working themselves, moving from my arms to slide down my back, dragging across bare skin where they could find it, until they reached my hips. He jerked them forward, pressing himself against my middle, and I felt him beneath his black slacks. He was hard, there was no question.
I managed to get his shirt opened and pushed the two halves away from one another so I could slide my hands over his broad chest and lower. He let out a groan as my fingers dipped down over his abs, which tensed at my touch. I went lower still, my fingers sliding along his belt because I couldn’t get any lower. My hips were still crushed against his.
His hand had found the slit in my dress and he was massaging my upper thigh eagerly, pleased by my bare skin. His hand moved along to my inner thigh, stroking there until I let out a shuddering moan of pleasure, my head falling back slightly as I did so.
Not missing an opportunity, his mouth found my neck and peppered kisses there, open mouthed and sloppy, his tongue dragging across my skin as he went. I suddenly wished I was taller if only so that his mouth could find my breasts and attend to them in the same way.
He might have been thinking the same thing, because he let out a growl and gripping my inner thigh—close, but not close enough to my molten core—he lifted me higher. I let out a whimper as he gripped me tightly, burying his face in my cleavage. He nipped at the sides of my breasts, then laved at the spots with his tongue.
My hands had buried themselves in his dark hair, clutching at him, holding him near me. I hadn’t noticed we were moving until he threw me down onto my bed.
I stared up at him, my chest heaving. “Please,” I heard myself beg.
His eyes flashed and the tiniest of grins found his full lips. But he didn’t come to me, not right away. He took his time to slide off his shirt, exposing the rest of his chest and those large, muscled arms that could toss me around so easily. With hungry eyes I watched as his hands moved lower to undo his belt. He whipped it out and tossed it aside before popping the button of his slacks and undoing the zipper.
I groaned out loud when I saw his huge cock spring free, already hard and pulsing for me.
“Are you wearing panties?” he asked me, his voice so low it was barely more than a growl.
I shook my head. “No.”
He nodded once, then came to me. He didn’t bother with the shoes at all, which caused a spike of arousal through my system, but shoved my dress up my legs hastily as he came to settle between my spread legs. He got to my upper thighs, then his eyes flickered to mine. He held them for a long moment, then shoved my dress the rest of the way up so that it was bunched around my waist, the folds of fabric spreading out around my body much like my hair was doing around my head.
I felt cool air hit my dripping pussy, then I felt his fingers. I cried out when they slid along my opening, like he’d just touched a live wire that sent a jolt through me instead. He fondled me, watching as I writhed and moaned beneath him, his dark eyes hungry and growing wild with desire as he took in my own pleasure with his gaze.
“Can you take out your tits?” he asked me, almost groaning the words out.
I could barely function, but I managed a nod as his fingers continued to play with my lower lips, only teasing at my needy opening. I clawed at the panels of fabric that covered my chest until my breasts were released, the nipples already pebbled from desire.
He made an appreciative hum in his throat and as a reward, he inserted a thick finger into my waiting opening. I cried out, “Yes!” He curled that finger inward, massaging my inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure through me. It wasn’t long before he added a second finger and finally a third, stretching my opening.
“Please, I need more!” I begged him.
Smiling down at me, he nodded once. Leaning over me, he kissed both breasts, licking each nipple once, before continuing the rest of the way to my mouth. He kissed me then, a bruising, searing kiss that chased away all thoughts beyond him. Kade was all I wanted, all I needed.
I felt him settle himself between my legs. His length dragged along my inner thigh and then I felt his thick, round head pressing at my entrance. I swallowed harshly.
“Oh god!” I cried out as he thrust himself entirely within me.
There was the barest hint of pain as he stretched me wide enough to fit his thick cock inside of me, and then it was drowned out by a rush of incredible pleasure. I whimpered as I realized he was buried so far within me that there wasn’t any more room. Not even a little bit. He’d bottomed out within me and when I glanced down the length of our bodies, I saw that there was still just a little bit left of his shaft that didn’t quite fit.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he ground out, and I realized that he was shaking above me, his arms straining from holding himself up over my body while he looked almost dizzy with the pleasure of being buried within me. “So goddamned tight. I knew you would be.”
He began to pull out as I said in a breathless, sultry tone, “So you have been thinking of me.”
He pulled out until just the head of him remained wrapped within my core, then his eyes flashed to me and he grinned. “Of course I have. I’ve made myself come to thoughts of fucking you every night since I first saw you,” he told me, and the
n he thrust back inside of me, once again hitting my boundaries, causing me to cry out.
“Kade!”
“I’ve thought of those pink nipples.” He plucked at them. “And those dirty lips.” He bit at them with his teeth. “And your tight, pink, wet pussy.” He shoved into me again and I cried out again.
He got into a rhythm that was fast enough to leave me gasping, but I wasn’t complaining. I liked the way his hard, muscular body moved above me, how his arms strained to hold himself up as he worked himself into my core again and again. I wrapped my legs around him and he didn’t seem to care that the heels of my shoes seemed to be digging into his back. In fact, it spurred him on.
He pumped inside of me until I thought I might break, his mouth dipping down to suckle my breast and bite at my hardened nipples, or to fix my mouth with another consuming, fiery kiss.
His cock filled me again and again, bottoming out inside me over and over, and when I felt his movements beginning to become harder, more erratic, I slipped my hand between our bodies to search out my own little bundle of pleasure. I began to rub my clit as I watched him over me, thrusting into my warm wet center again and again.
“Fuck, baby, I’m there, I’m there!” he half roared at me, burying himself into me one last time and holding there as he spurted his hot seed into my core.
I rubbed my clit harder and sent myself over the edge while he was still inside of me, forcing my lips to clench around his manhood as I did so. He groaned, then collapsed beside me, spent. I crawled into his waiting arms, not caring that I was half clothed and that our fluids were spilling over my very expensive dress.
All I cared about in that moment was lying there in his arms, being lost for just a little longer in an embrace that screamed to me of safety.
Tomorrow, I would deal with the rest.
Chapter Fourteen
Kade
I knew that there should have been a greater sense that I’d done something wrong, but as I lay with Abby in my arms, idly stroking at her golden hair, I couldn’t honestly make myself feel that way. It was wrong only because my boss, her uncle, had mandated that I not touch her. And while I respected his authority, in the end it was pretty meaningless when I knew through and through that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
Last night was pure enough evidence of that.
Abby’s warm body was molded against mine, her soft, full breasts pressing against my side, vibrating softly with the steady, gentle beat of her heart. She looked in sleep just as she did in waking: beautiful. So beautiful that it was almost painful to lay there with her. It was hard not to think that I didn’t deserve to be here, that I wasn’t the kind of man that belonged in her bed, wrapped up in her soft nakedness, settled against the thick, soft pillows. If I didn’t want her as badly as I did, I might have even felt and obeyed the compulsion to slip out of bed, get dressed, and sneak out of the house before she awoke.
Of course, things weren’t that simple anyway. Even if I had wanted to slip out before her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks and she fixed me with that bright blue eyed stare, I wouldn’t have been able to.
As her bodyguard, it was my job to protect her. There wasn’t any getting around that—and I definitely didn’t want to. Despite our rocky start, I’d grown to learn that I wanted to be the one to protect her, to save her. I wanted to be there when it all went wrong so that I could scoop her up into my arms and carry her to safety.
Like you’re a knight in shining armor, I thought to myself derisively.
I wasn’t any hero and I knew it, but Abby made me feel like one and that, I decided, was priceless.
“Mmm.” Abby’s soft murmur brought me to the here and now, dragging my focus down to her, with her breasts pressing into my side and one arm thrown across my bare waist, her head resting against my shoulder. “Good morning,” she whispered, sounding dreamy with lingering sleep.
I smiled down at her and brushed back a thick strand of her liquid soft hair. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”
She laughed at my question, the sound a soft, sweet rumble that shook her breasts and warmed my skin. I felt my cock half harden at the sound, the vibration, but tried to quell my desire. “Didn’t do a lot of that, did we?” she teased, and I grinned back at her.
“No, I guess we didn’t.”
Her eyes studied my face for a moment, tracing along my eyes, my lips, my chin. Finally, she asked, “Well?”
My eyebrows rose. “Well, what?”
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Not needing any further prompting than that, I leaned down, shifting out bodies so that she found herself sliding beneath me as I loomed over her. My face was so close that we were nearly touching when I whispered hoarsely against her mouth, “I’ve been waiting all morning to kiss you.”
Her breath caught, and then I closed the distance, crushing my lips to hers. They were just as soft as they had been last night, inviting, pulling me closer. And when I slid my tongue against them, they parted, offering me admittance to the warm cavity of her mouth. Our tongues fought and I drank in the taste of her.
I’d been half hard only moments ago, but Abby snaked a hand down between our bodies and as soon as her fingers slipped along my shaft, I sprang to attention, desire tearing through me. I ached for her, breaking the kiss to groan as her small, delicate hand stroked me.
“Again?” she asked, though it was almost a plea, her eyes hooded, her whole body seeming to lean toward me in want. “Please?”
Even if I wanted to, I didn’t think I could deny such a sweet, pleading request. And I definitely didn’t want to deny it. I balanced my weight on one arm, freeing up the other so that I could slide it down and hook it beneath her long, smooth leg. I caught her knee as I pulled her leg up so that it settled higher than my hip, opening her up to me. I aligned myself with her core and pressed against her until her lower lips parted and the head of my cock slipped between them, entering her.
I groaned and she gasped. I gave her only a second longer to adjust to the head of me before I pushed myself home. She cried out in pleasure as I buried myself inside her.
“Yes,” she breathed, her body arching beneath me. “Yes, Kade, please. Take me.”
And I did. I took her until she was screaming and I was losing myself within her warm, wet folds. And then I touched her until she found her own release. When we were both a mess, we went to the shower and repeated the whole thing until the water ran cold, and Abby was little more than a limp body in my arms.
***
We were in the kitchen later that morning. Abby had thrown on a large t-shirt that was clearly for comfort—and to drive me absolutely nuts. It barely covered her glorious ass and had me thinking about where I should take her in the kitchen between cups of coffee, but I tried to stay on track.
Yes, I wanted to fuck her again. Yes, she probably wanted me to, too. But there was still a stalker out there who was determined to make her life hell. And despite my cock arguing otherwise, that was the most important thing to take care of.
I poured us both another cup of coffee, setting one of the mugs in front of her. She smiled in thanks, her full, pouty lips making me wonder if she’d be willing to go down on me or not. I decided that later, when we cleared up some of this trouble, I would ask her.
The worst she could say was no.
“I don’t want to bring this up,” I told her, leaning against the counter on the opposite side of her. “But I think we need to talk about your…pen pal.”
Abby shuddered, but didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded her head and said, “Okay. You’re right.”
I was surprised by how little resistance she was giving me this morning. She’d been nothing but argumentative before last night, keeping secrets, ignoring her safety to go to awards shows and parties. Which, granted, I respected in a way, but it had made my job far more difficult than it had to be.
I should fuck every stubborn woman senseless, I thought wickedly. I too
k a sip of coffee to hide an inappropriate smile.
Setting my mug down, I asked, “Do you remember anything about the guy? You’ve seen him twice now—were there any characteristics that stood out to you?”
Instantly, Abby was shaking her head—an automatic response it seemed. She was saying, “No, I don’t—” but suddenly broke off. Her eyes grew wide as she thought for a moment, almost like a quick memory was flashing through her mind. “No, wait. I do remember something.”
My eyebrows shot up and hope sprang into my heart. If she could remember something about the asshole, then maybe we could use it to find him. Maybe we could catch him before he got the chance to do something terrible again—and managed to succeed.
“What do you remember?” I asked eagerly, hoping that this was it, the link we needed.