UntilMidnight

by Desiree Holt, Cerise DeLand

  She tasted like sun and sand and suppressed fear. She felt like hard earth, the muscles beneath his fingers taut with training and tension. But her mouth? Her mouth that had driven him to a ripe hot erection was supple and sensual. And so very giving.

  She made a little sound in the back of her throat as if she hated to surrender but didn’t give a damn if she did.

  Just how he wanted her. Conflicted but trusting. He kissed her again, devouring her mouth, silently signaling to her the fierce passion he felt.

  She broke away, her head falling back, exposing her throat to him.

  And he couldn’t refuse such an offer.

  “We can’t do this,” she objected and pushed at him, even though her fingers tore at his polo shirt.

  “We can. Must.” He nibbled his way down the strong column of her throat.

  “We don’t know each other!”

  “Of course, we do. I’m the man who just saved your life.” He pressed his lips to the hollow where her pulse beat, fast and hot. “You’re saying thank you,” he murmured as he let her take his shirt up over his head.

  She let out a huge laugh. “That’s big payback, Mr. Molloy.”

  “Adam.” He licked at her collarbone.

  She sighed and sought out the button on his khakis. “An Israeli from the Mossad with an Irish name?”

  He caressed the curves of her shoulders, his lips brushing her silky skin there. “Mom’s from Jersey and lives in Jerusalem. Daddy was from Boston and Londonderry.”

  “Wow,” she said languidly, trying to catch her balance as he bent her backward in his arms and tasted the center of her deep cleavage. “Bet he was with the IRA.”

  “A rebel with a cause. Best bomber the Brits never caught.” He spread his legs, cupped her sweet tight ass cheeks and nuzzled the top of one full firm breast.

  “Is that why you’re Mossad?”

  “Runs in the blood.” He nodded and nudged her bikini top slightly with his lips. “What runs in yours?”

  “Apache warriors and Italian sculptors.”

  That had him smiling against her fragrant skin. “The lady is hot blooded.”

  She skimmed her hands up his shoulders, one set of fingers twining in his hair. “Injustice makes me mad.”

  “See?” he offered, relieved to learn that she had personal motivation for what she did. “Birds of a feather. Makes us perfect partners.”

  She chuckled as he untied the string of her bra and stared at her full proud breasts. Christ, what gorgeous nipples. Dark rose and pouting. He could hardly wait to see her pussy. He walked her backward to the wall, where he seized her wrists and forced them up alongside her face.

  “You know this is crazy,” she objected in a whisper.

  “Crazier if I walked away without you—or this,” he murmured as he shut her up with another kiss. “Last chance, Nicole Welles, to put me out the door.”

  “You’re staying,” she told him on a moan as he thrust his knees between her thighs and she rode him tight and fast. “I haven’t done this in forever.”

  “Neither have I,” he told her, as he felt her wet pussy moisten his leg. “Been waiting to get hard for you.”

  She bit her lower lip and groaned, her eyes glazed as he leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. “I don’t imagine you have protection?”

  He let her nipple go with a pop. His gaze locked on her dark one. “Christ! No! I didn’t go for a walk on the beach with condoms in my shorts.” He cursed.

  She laughed then, her luscious mouth curling up in a heady smile. “Are you willing to try some I’ve had in my cosmetics case for years?”

  He cocked a brow at the last word. Then nodded. “Promise I‘ll never leave home without them again.” He felt like a kid, but who went out for a stroll on the beach prepared to find the most gorgeous lay of his life? “Where’s your case?”

  She pushed him away then. Shocked by her strength, he stood there grinning like a happy fool as she turned, took his hand and led him back through her bungalow to her bedroom.

  The shadows of late afternoon dappled the room in shades of gold and cream as she led Adam down the hall and paused him at the bathroom door. She dug through her case and found four condom packages, definitely looking aged. She put a hand to her forehead. What was she doing making love to a man who was this dangerous, this daring?

  Was she nuts? Asking for trouble?

  Or was she wise?

  But what man in years had interested her enough to look at twice? None. And this one had struck her the moment he opened his mouth and challenged her.

  She couldn’t refuse him and she certainly couldn’t deny herself the opportunity to explore the glory of his torso and the satin of his golden tanned skin. The power that he exuded was what had drawn her to him. The danger that he met head-on was what intrigued her. But what enthralled her was how decisively he had saved her. So now if she agreed to his seduction, well then she was allowing herself the pleasure of the ride.

  She turned for the hall again, put the two foil packets into his hand and led him toward the master suite. As she approached the side of her bed, she turned to face him. With only her bikini bottom on, she knew her body told him how much she wanted him. Her breasts tingled and her nipples zinged with electricity. Her stomach flip-flopped with desire. And her pussy, so very empty of a good man for so very long, creamed in expectation so that her thighs were coated.

  But Adam was as excited as she. As needy. She could see it as his eyes flowed down her body, the sight of her making his cock twitch, stand higher, big and red.

  “Take it off, Nicki,” he commanded in a raw voice, nodding to the tiny scrap of material covering her pussy. “I need to see those pretty pouting lips.”

  She took her sweet damn time. Torment for her, she saw how his nostrils flared, the seconds, the suspense killing him. Sliding her fingertips beneath the fabric, she shimmied the thing along her thighs and let it drop to the floor.

  He caught his breath. “A cute little puff of hair. I’m gonna enjoy combing it with my fingers. Gonna love putting my lips there where I can just see the top of your slit.”

  She wiggled, his words making her flood with want.

  “Lie down,” he instructed. “Face me. I want to see your cunt. All of it.”

  Her gaze in his, she stepped backward to the mattress and smooth as a cat she sat down and lowered herself to the bed. Her long legs coiling on the mattress this way and curving that way, she slid across the expanse, a wicked look on her face, her intent to arouse flaring in her eyes.

  A cool breeze fluttered the sheer linen curtains as she squeezed her shoulders together and her breasts tingled, seeming to blossom into even larger, riper fruit.

  He stepped toward her, licking his lips. “Baby, you are one tall, luscious drink of water. I’m gonna love you for a long, long time. Open your legs for me.”

  She smiled like a well-kept cat and put the soles of her feet to the bed, then widened her thighs.

  “Oh, god,” he groaned. “Your pussy is the same dusky rose as your nipples. Deep inside, you’re even darker shades. Did you know?” he asked on a breathless sound.

  Her answer of “no” was a blend of sound and mindless desire. No other man was so eloquent with her.

  Adam took her knees in his hands and pushed them apart. “Your lips are so soaked, they glisten. And the folds of your pussy are as pretty as lace.” He traced the edge of one with a fingertip and she bucked. “Shh, baby. I’m gonna know each one, learn each delicate little line with my fingers.” He feathered a finger along her seam. “And my mouth.”

  She swallowed hard. No man had ever been slow with her. “Start now.”

  “Aw, honey, I’m enjoying the view.” He bent to blow into her tiny pouf of hair. “Pretty kitty, she shivers for me.”

  “She purrs for you, too.”

  “Let me see,” he crooned as he inserted one finger inside her sensitive channel.

  Nicki bit her lower lip and her
hips rose off the bed.

  “She likes to be petted,” he told her as he inserted another finger and another to stroke her.

  Her core swelled and pulsed. “She wants more. You!”

  “Does she?” he asked as if he had no idea, then suddenly, slid into her, his cock huge and hard and so damn long Nicki mewled in delight.

  “God!” She ground her teeth. No man had ever filled her completely. “That is wonderful!”

  He halted. “You’re telling me.”

  Nicki gazed between her knees. Adam stood with his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, his toned body paralyzed in ecstasy.

  His eyes snapped open. He grinned wickedly. “With all the cream this pretty cat’s hoarding here, she must’ve been waiting for a long time for one good man. And I am that man.” He tipped his chin. “Got to have a piece of you. Hook your legs up around my waist, baby. Hang on.”

  She hugged him to her with her strong muscles. The fullness of him inside her had her biting her lower lip, wanting to arch, but not daring to let go and lose him.

  He began to rock into her then. Slow and steady, his hips plunged and took his cock deep and hard. With his cool nimble fingers, he spread her pussy lips and found her clit. “It’s big for me,” he grunted. “But I’m gonna make it bigger, harder, baby.” He massaged her, round and round until she keened.

  Then, fast as lighting he was gone. Her pussy empty and crying.

  She screamed in denial.

  He put a hand to her tummy. “No worries, baby. I need to taste this pretty cunt.”

  His breath was on her delicate tissues. Hot and fast, he blew on her pussy as he parted her lips and blessed parts of her with tiny kisses. “Sweet,” he murmured as he traced a circle around her clit. “Hot,” he told her as he nuzzled the inside of one lip, then the other. “Succulent,” he growled as he inserted two fingers in her core and made her buck, then gentled her with a hand to her soft curls. “Let me eat you, honey. Got to get myself all wet with your juices.”

  He spread her wide. She felt herself surrender to his command. She’d never been so open, so exposed. Never been so well nibbled and licked, stroked and sucked. He couldn’t seem to get enough. She never wanted to stop him.

  But then wild as thunder, she broke apart. An orgasm that shook her cunt, pounded through her stomach and tore her up and open.

  She clutched at his shoulders. Rocked with his mouth on her. And screamed with the pulsing release of the most intense orgasm she’d enjoyed in years. One that was stronger and longer than any that had ever ripped her apart.

  His cheek on her thigh, he kissed her tender flesh there. “Sweet baby, you are a treasure.”

  She gasped for breath. “Please fuck me now,” she begged. She never begged a man.

  “Honey, my pleasure.” He gave her clit a parting kiss, then rose up on his knees and winked at her.

  She reached down to grip his waist. “Do us right, Molloy, before I break apart in a thousand pieces.”

  He sank his cock inside her in a long slow hot glide. She took him, all of him, and sighed at the fullness she’d never known before him. He gripped her hips and hauled her up on his thighs to plunge into her with a smooth glide that stroked her cunt and made her gasp with delight. He plunged into her with deliberate might that had him hitting the top of her cervix and making her feel complete for the first time in her life.

  She grasped the sheets, lifted her head, watched how his long red cock rammed into her pussy and she screamed as he increased the tempo and rocked her into pulsing madness. His fingers on her clit, he pinched her and possessed her cunt with the command of a dark desert marauder.

  No man had ever possessed her. No man had ever truly fucked her. Not like this. Not with the power and might and sheer white-hot fury of a sensitive caring brute who was the best damn mate she’d ever had. In bed or out.

  The climax crashed down on both of them like a desert storm, tossing them into a whirlpool of sensation, spasms ripping through their bodies again and again, almost as if they were one person. On and on it went until she was sure she had nothing left in her, but then her body would quiver again and yet again. Through the thin latex barrier she felt the hot spurts of Adam’s semen as his cocked pulsed and flexed.

  And finally, spent and wrung dry, they collapsed. For a long moment they lay together as sanity returned and their breathing returned to normal.

  Adam slid carefully from her body and Nicki rolled to one side and he took her in his embrace. “I see what the Israelis pay you for.”

  He chuckled and hugged her. “I’m worth my salary?”

  She leaned back to gaze into his beautiful, heavily lashed blue eyes. “Oh, honey,” she sighed, her hand caressing his pecs and his ribs, cradling his very erect, very warm and ready cock. “Worth every shekel.”

  Chapter Three

  The gauzy overdrape at the sliding door drifted in the current of air from the lazily turning ceiling fan. Nicki and Adam lay on the rumpled bedclothes letting the fan cool their sweat-slicked bodies. Her head was cradled against his powerful shoulder while his lean fingers idly stroked up and down the length of her arm. She drew in a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of him. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken her to such sexual heights before, if ever. Or left her body with such bone-deep satisfaction.

  She sighed and tucked herself closer to him. And realized if they spent any more time together they’d need a much bigger supply of condoms.

  “We need to talk.” His deep voice penetrated her thoughts, shaking her to awareness.

  Nicki sighed. “I’m not sure I have the energy. And I can’t believe you do.”

  He bent his head to nip at the tender flesh of her neck and then soothe it with his very sophisticated tongue. Tiny shivers raced through her and unbelievably, she felt a tiny flutter in the walls of her pussy. What was it with this man? He was like some kind of erotic drug to her.

  “If you want to stay alive,” he told her, “we need to have a conversation. And I can’t do it coherently when we’re both naked.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  Reluctantly she pushed herself up as Adam swung his legs over the side of the bed. Her hand automatically reached out to the hard-muscled surface of his back. Fingertips grazed across the scars near one shoulder blade and defining his rib cage.

  “Badges of honor?” she asked, not really expecting him to give her the correct answer. In their line of work, misinformation and misdirection were all-important.

  “In a manner of speaking. Maybe someday I’ll tell you about them.” He stooped to pick up his shorts and tugged them on. “I hate to ask you to cover that delicious body of yours, but we have some key issues to discuss and I want to be able to concentrate.”

  “Spoilsport,” she laughed, but obediently climbed out of bed and pulled shorts and a t-shirt out of a drawer. Scraping her thick hair into a pony tail, she slipped her feet into her thong, pulled it up and yanked on her shorts and t-shirt. Then she turned to smile at Adam. “Satisfactory?”

  “Naked is better,” he grinned, “but of necessity this will do.”

  Nicki thought it spoke volumes that despite their skimpy attire, both of them shoved their guns into the small of the back.

  “Let’s get something to drink,” he suggested, “and take it outside to the patio. I think we both need fresh air to think better. And as long as we’re inside I might just forget myself and want to fuck you again instead of taking care of business.”

  Nicki laughed. “I can’t figure out of that’s a compliment or not.”

  “Oh, definitely a compliment.” His eyes darkened to navy, heat sparking golden lights on the black surface. “Trust me.”

  “All right, then. Outside it is.

  They grabbed bottles of water from the villa’s fridge and slipped out through the sliding glass door. Adam paused to drink deeply from his water before capping the bottle.

  “Come on,” he told Nicki. “Let’s
walk a little. Even though we’re outside it helps to keep me from putting my hands all over you.”

  She laughed, but obediently followed him along the narrow path through the lush tropical foliage.

  “So what did you do with the body?” she asked.

  “That’s one of the things I want to talk to you about. I dumped it where no one will find it for a very long time. We don’t need the local policía coming around asking questions.”

  “Again, I’m very curious as to how the hell he got in here,” she mused. “Not only does this place have more security that the White House, but you have to actually know one of the four owners to be able to stay here.”

  They had reached a curve in the path and discovered an ornate white wrought iron bench someone had strategically placed in the shelter of two huge bougainvilleas.

  “Let’s sit for a minute.” He winked at her. “I think I can manage to keep my hands to myself as long as we’re not touching.”

  “I’ll try to make myself unappealing,” she assured him.

  His laugh was rich and full. “Honey, I don’t think you could do that no matter how hard you tried.” His face sobered. “Want to tell me how you wangled your reservation?”

  No details, she reminded herself. “Nemesis did a delicate job for one of the owners. He told me I had a standing invitation to rent one of the villas any time I wanted, as long as it was available. What about you?”

  He shrugged. “Same kind of story. Great quirk of fate we ended up here at the same time, don’t you think? And lucky for you.”

  She refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. It had been a long time since Nicole Welles had needed anyone to save her ass. “While you were disposing of…the goods, did you manage to check around and see if there were any other strange people hiding in the shrubbery?”

  “No one that I could see.”

  The two of them might have looked relaxed to a casual observer, but Nicki knew Adam was as constantly aware of their surroundings as she was.

  “That doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone else,” she pointed out.

  “I think we both know that. But since the first attempt on you misfired so badly, if there are more assassins here, they’ll want to be a little more careful before they try again. Which gives us a little breathing room.”