A Little Danger

by Dee J. Adams

  “If I stay like this, I’m going to kiss you again and I might take things further than maybe either one of us is ready for because I’m that into you, and I really don’t want to screw up the fact that you agreed to have dinner with me.”

  Her eyes widened as if he’d spoken another language and she paused before answering. “It would be kind of weird to do the stuff reserved for after the date, before the date is even close.” She tipped her head to the side. “On the other hand, we don’t know if we’re ever getting out of here…”

  He’d already blown one chance when he brought her the flowers and never followed up. Her thank you had been sweet and heartfelt and he’d saved the damn thing in a shoebox. She’d nearly died that day and he hadn’t acted on his feelings. Enough of that bullshit.

  Bill watched her eyes for any sign of invitation. He got it when she licked her lips. Leaning down, he kissed her again, another soft brush of his lips along hers, another chance to be close before he moved away. He didn’t stay too long. He didn’t trust his willpower when it came to Elena.

  “You’re sure you want a date?” she asked when he gave her some breathing room.

  Hell yes! “One hundred and fifty percent.” But was she having second thoughts? “Why? You’re not?”

  She shook her head. “Honestly, I’m just surprised. Usually men my age want to date women a lot younger than me and you are younger than me.”

  “Age has no relevance.” Maybe he needed to prove it to her. “Know what I like most about you?” She shook her head, then canted it to the side, waiting. “I think you have more style than any model, actress or stylist I’ve ever met. You have this confidence that’s so magnetizing, so…sexy, it makes it hard to keep my eyes off you.”

  She blinked a few times. Could’ve been the dust in the air or could’ve been her processing his words. Either way, her willingness to give him a shot—to give them a shot—bolstered his new confidence.

  “Not to mention you have the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her again. He couldn’t fucking stop himself.

  Elena was tired of fighting herself over something as inconsequential as age. Life was short. Too short. She knew this, yet she’d been pussyfooting around for how many hours now? It wasn’t as if she had any arm-twisting to do. Bill was right on board. Had been all along.

  He wanted her and she wanted him. No sense in wasting what might be the last few minutes of her life consumed with what ifs.

  When Bill lifted his head and stared into her eyes, Elena took the bull by the horns. Or Bill by the ears, as it were. She lifted her head and touched her lips to his. She matched his kiss from a minute ago; a little suction, a sexy nibble and soft brush before she pulled away.

  The look in Bill’s eyes changed. Turned predatory. A fresh rumble vibrated through Elena’s chest, but it wasn’t the earth moving. Not yet anyway. Bill growled as he set his lips on hers and took the next kiss to a whole new level. He didn’t just ease his tongue into her mouth, he went for the whole enchilada. He stroked his tongue deep and owned her. The shock of the contact, of the pleasure that soared in her blood made her giddy. Heat blossomed in her center and spread out, warming her everywhere. Her tongue tangoed with his in a hot slick dance. His big hand roamed from her waist to her breast and she gasped when he palmed her and gently squeezed. Her ensuing moan came next as she wrapped her legs around him to keep him close.

  He flinched and inhaled and she instantly remembered his leg.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped, pulling away. “I forgot you’re hurt. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” He went in for another kiss, then trailed his mouth across her cheek and gave them both a chance to breathe. “God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear. His lips covered hers again and wiped her brain clean of any thoughts other than him. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth, the way his tongue melded with hers. She could kiss him like this for days. Hell, weeks.

  “I want you too,” she gasped with her next breath. “This is crazy, but I want you too.” She was tired of trying to wrap her brain around the logic. She just wanted. Maybe on top of the want, she needed. Needed to feel special, needed to forget about the potential horror of their situation. For years, she’d put her daughter first and let her desires take a backseat. She had a chance right now to have something she’d wanted for years and she couldn’t—wouldn’t—pass it up.

  His hand stroked up her bare leg and under her dress, caressing her thigh and cupping her hip. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

  She laughed, beyond happy, and more turned on than she’d been in her entire life.

  “What?” Breathing hard, Bill stopped and met her gaze, his blue eyes intense and full of smoldering heat.

  “I don’t know.” She couldn’t put it into words. “You. This. It’s nuts.” But she had to be honest, because having his weight on her, being in his arms was only something she ever dreamed about. “And it’s perfect.”

  His thumbs stroked across her temples as he looked down at her. She saw heat and hope in his eyes. “It’s not perfect. Perfect is a big cushy bed with soft sheets and thick blankets. Perfect is the sound of the ocean outside while I sink inside of you. Perfect is making love to you all night long, then making love to you again in the shower afterward. Perfect is what I’m going to give you when we get out of here because this is the beginning of something big. Really big.” His lips settled on hers again, but this time, he went slower. He kissed her deep and long, soft and slow. He kissed her like he meant everything he just said, and tears pricked her eyes at the sentiment.

  He really thought they might survive this. Not only that, but he saw a future for them. Elena let the thought drift as Bill’s kisses trailed south. Down her jaw to her collarbone. He eased the strap of her dress off her shoulder and kissed his way across the path and farther down.

  Her heart pounded double time as her skin pebbled under his touch. “So pretty,” he muttered as he exposed her bare breast and sucked the pebbled nipple into his mouth.

  Elena held his head steady and moaned as fresh electric streaks tore from her breast to straight between her legs. She lifted, rubbed against him and reveled in the feeling of his hard body pressed along hers. Her fantasies hadn’t been nearly this good.

  Bill groaned and sucked her harder as he pressed into her with more pressure. God, he felt so good. So strong. His big hand eased toward the juncture of her thighs and Elena opened up her legs to let him in. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. It was so against everything she believed in when it came to men and dating. Wicked fingers tunneled beneath her underwear and circled her clit. Elena gasped and jumped. It had been so long since she’d been touched this intimately. So long since anyone had taken the time to make her feel good. Even now, when he could’ve been inside her fast and deep, he was taking his time to please her, to love her.

  Something big. Really big. His words echoed in her head and ramped up her need. They were on the verge of something new, something she’d only dreamed about.

  As long as the earthquake didn’t kill them first.

  “I love how wet you are,” Bill whispered as he licked her other nipple into his mouth. He slid his finger deep inside her and Elena nearly cried out with the sensation. “Need more of you,” he panted as he lifted her dress higher around her hips and dragged her underwear down and off. A second later, he palmed her before sliding two fingers inside.

  Elena went crazy with the pressure, with the feeling of fulfillment. She couldn’t get close enough. She lifted his head from her breast and kissed him with wild abandon. A carnal kiss. Tongue, teeth, lips. She used everything she had. She never needed a man like this, with all her being, with all her heart. If this was going to be the last time she made love, then she was not only going to give this man the best orgasm of his life, she was going to go out with one herself.

  Fumbling with his pants, she found the button and slipped it free before taking down his zipper. The man was fa
ntasy material. She yanked his white shirt up and finally touched him the way she’d been dreaming about. His abs rippled under her palms. She dug her hands beneath his underwear and squeezed his tight ass. He was a thousand times better than chocolate. She couldn’t touch enough of him. Soft skin covered hard, lean muscle and all of it was hers to play with.

  His thick erection lay hot and heavy against her thigh and Elena shifted along the weight. Bill inhaled sharply and a fresh round of heat built in her veins.

  “Wait a sec,” Bill muttered as he reached for the side of the car and Elena craned her neck to see what he wanted. “Need one of these,” he said, producing a condom.

  Elena gulped. Were they really going to do this? “Prepared, I see.” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. What did it say about the man that he kept condoms in the back of his limo?

  Bill shrugged as he smiled. “Can’t help it. I was a Boy Scout.” His brows quirked together. “Why the funny look?”

  “Why do you have the funny look? You’re the one with a stash of condoms back here.”

  His reckless grin melted her. “Not for me. At least not before now.” He kissed her softly. “Look, I’m not an idiot. I know I have clients who take advantage of long limo rides. Rock stars, billionaires…they like the thrill of the unexpected. They like thinking they’re getting one over on me. Like I don’t know they’ve had sex in the back of my limo.”

  Ew. She’d never even thought of how many other people might have had sex back here. She crinkled her nose.

  “Don’t get that face,” he ordered softly. “I disinfect this thing after every one of my adventurous clients. This baby is clean enough to eat a meal on.” He looked around. “At least it used to be.” His steady gaze locked onto hers. “But if you’re not comfortable with this… If you’re not a hundred percent on board, then I’ll stop right this second. The last thing I ever meant to do was push you into this.”

  Chapter Five

  If the smile on Elena’s face wasn’t enough of a sign, the green light came when she unbuttoned his bunched up shirt and reached up to kiss him. Bill didn’t need to be told twice. He plundered her soft lips and kept going from where they’d left off. Hot, wild kisses shredded his control. He wanted his mouth on her everywhere. Every beat of his heart pounded the same message in his frazzled brain.

  You are mine.

  He had the chance of a lifetime with her and no way was he going to blow it. He’d always intended on a slow seduction and despite the circumstances, he refused to change his plans.

  “Just a fair warning,” she told him as he continued grazing his lips over the ultra-soft curve of her breast. “I haven’t done this in a while, so I might be a little rusty.” Her fingernails teased his nipples and sent a fresh surge of blood south of the border.

  God was she ever wrong about that. “It’s like riding a bike, right? One of those things you never forget.” He managed to get the condom on with one hand.

  “Maybe…but the bike is still rusty.”

  “I disagree. The woody I’m sporting says this bike is in perfect condition.” Her body was his playground, full of soft slopes and hours of enjoyment. He moved his kisses further down. Yes, another aftershock could strike anytime and he should just slide to home while they were still alive, but he wanted her to know this meant more to him than a quick fuck. There were worse things than dying while going down on a beautiful woman. Just thinking about tasting her got him hotter, and he moved farther down as his fingers pumped inside her.

  “Bill! Where are you going?”

  Maybe she hadn’t expected oral sex. She probably thought he’d go right for home base. But more than anything he wanted to make her feel good. “If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise.” He chuckled as he kissed beneath her newly exposed belly button. He hadn’t expected the baby smooth skin between her legs and his mouth watered.

  “You know with your dress hiked up around your waist, you are the absolute sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He dove in for the goods, every part of him tuned in to her reaction.

  Elena moaned, gasped and sighed. She said his name over and over as he licked and sucked the sweet heaven between her legs. She tasted spicy and hot…like a woman should. He would’ve spent more time torturing her, but a small rumble hurried him along. So instead of drawing out the pleasure, he gave it to her, sharp and sweet. His tongue on her clit and two fingers pumping deep and fast. She didn’t stand a chance. She came on a cry, her interior muscles clenching, throbbing around his fingers as he lapped up her tangy juice.

  When she finally came down from her orgasm, Bill worked his way back up, trailing his mouth up at the same speed he’d gone down. As much as he wanted to sink inside of her and stay forever, he needed to show her how much she meant to him. He wanted to be the best she’d ever had, even if it was on a blanket on his dirty limo floor.

  Elena had something different in mind because she yanked him by his ears—again—and laid a kiss on him so hot that the interior of the limo should’ve caught fire. She angled her mouth against his and kissed him hard and deep. Like a woman possessed. Or a woman who knew what she wanted. And who she wanted.

  “You ready to ride?” she huffed out between kisses. God, her hands were everywhere, driving him crazy…grabbing his ass, stroking into his hair, holding him where she wanted him.

  “Hell yeah,” he rumbled as he took her mouth in a scorching kiss. She wanted hot, he could give her smoking hot. He set his hand on her again, but she grabbed his hard-on and brought it right to her.

  “Now,” she breathed. “Do it now.”

  She lifted up as he pushed in and the snug warm clasp of her body hugged him tight. God, she was better than heaven. They both groaned with the pleasure. Elena met him thrust for thrust even as they kissed and stroked. She didn’t miss a beat. Over and over he moved into her heat and felt the tension in her muscles as she climbed to another peak. His own climax loomed close, but he wanted to her to come again so he tried to hold back. Sweat glued his shirt to his skin and his ragged breathing sounded harsh in the small space. Somehow she got a sneaky hand under his sac and touched him in a spot so tender that every muscle clenched as his climax hit him dead on. Like a free fall from the sky, he soared as he pumped into her, his body taut, his heart thundering. Every euphoric wave blasted through him and it was like riding the perfect storm, crashing headlong into the most amazing minutes of his life.

  He must have done something right because she stiffened and gasped and her inner walls clenched around him as his orgasm faded. Stunned at the ferocity, Bill took a few seconds to catch his breath before he gave Elena a soft kiss and collapsed next to her. Jesus. He couldn’t remember the last time anything had been that good.

  The limo smelled like sex. Great sex. The woman could easily become an addiction. Already he imagined her in his bed, in his shower, in his kitchen. He pictured her walking through his door and into his arms. He wanted her in his life.

  Now that it was over, his leg burned like bitch! Wasn’t something he thought about while being buried in Elena’s sweet heat.

  “Not a bad way to go,” she said, still breathing hard. “I mean, I could think of worse, you know?”

  Like dying in a car bomb, but he kept it to himself. That incident would always bother him. The fact that he hadn’t been there to help her turned his gut upside down.

  Glancing at her, he returned the grin. She always said something with a funny face or deadpan delivery that made him smile. It was one of the things he liked about her so much. “Yeah,” he said, answering her question. There were definitely worse ways to go.

  It wouldn’t take a lot to fall hard for her. He liked her that much. They’d talked about trivial things over the years, but they had the same sensibilities. Had he known they’d be so physically compatible he might’ve tried asking her out a long time ago. He knew the difference between good sex and great sex. Good sex happened when the physical parts all worked. Great sex happened when his
heart and mind synched up as well.

  “What are thinking about?” she asked, quietly, adjusting her dress to cover up and turning on her side to face him.

  Too soon to tell her he loved her even though he was pretty sure he did. She’d laugh him right out of his car. “I was thinking about the difference between good sex and great sex.”

  Her eyebrows slanted upward. “I’m almost afraid to ask. What was this?”

  He snorted. “You’re kidding, right?” He eased some hair behind her ear and brushed his thumb along the small scar at her hairline, right underneath the fresh cut that had bled earlier. At this angle he spotted another small scar at the top of her forehead. “This is as good as it gets. Wait, let me rephrase…it’s as good as it gets without a soft bed and satin sheets.”

  Her luminous smile made his heart roll over. Damn, talk about falling hard and fast. She cocked her head a little sideways and her eyes narrowed. “This might be none of my business, but I’ve always wondered about it.”

  “Wondered about what?”

  “Who started calling you Fido?” Her tone told him she wasn’t a fan of the name. Maybe now he could find out why she avoided it.

  “One of my first big clients started using it and as he spread the word about my company, he also used the nickname he came up with. The more my business built by word of mouth, the more people started calling me Fido.” He brushed some hair away from her cheek. “You’re only one of two clients who’s never used it.”

  “Really? Is your other client female?” After he nodded, Elena continued. “First, you don’t look anything like a Fido. Your name is Bill. And second, Fido is a dog.” She rolled her eyes. “Was that first client in the mafia or something? Fido,” she scoffed. “It’s so cliché.”

  Bill grinned. “I think that’s why he liked it so much.” He brushed his lips across hers again, just because he could. “I like that you’re outraged on my behalf. Maybe I’ll sic you on all my clients.” He gave her another quick peck on the lips. “Although that would include your daughter.” Chuckling at her wide-eyed stare, he pulled away. “Give me a sec. Be right back.” His leg throbbed with fresh pain as he found the stash of small Ziploc bags to dispose of the condom and put the trash in a small hidden can. He shifted his pants in place as he came back to her. “Where were we?”