“He’s not.” Dawn rested her head on Sam’s shoulder. “But, as Sam said, this is most likely a personal vendetta on Lloyd’s part. He’s just a sore loser.”
“Ahh, a bet?” Theo nodded. “He lost money to you? He wants to kill you for this?”
“No, he lost me.” When Sam stiffened, she petted his chest. “Although I’ll point out, Lloyd never really had me. His ego was over-inflated. I couldn’t stand the self-important twat.”
“Such language, Lady Wilson,” murmured Sam with a chuckle. “Guess I don’t have to kill him, then—just hold him so you can feed him the snake.”
“What a good partner you are.” Dawn kissed his cheek, then looked at the large Dutchman. “Theo? Can we get another set of suites, please? I’m not sure I can sleep in that bed now.”
“Certainly, Lady Wilson. Give me a moment and we’ll have you moved.”
“Thanks, and, Theo, call me Dawn.”
The Dutchman nodded. “Dawn, it is.” He moved away and began talking into a walkie-talkie.
With Conn examining the dead snake and Theo occupied, Dawn turned her face into Sam’s neck and mumbled against his skin. “Once we’re relocated, I want a cup of tea with some whiskey in it, the sex you promised me, a short nap, and then a shower—sex optional. In that order. Doable?”
“Very doable.” Sam kissed her forehead. The light touch of his lips gave her a shivery feeling. “We’ll get the bastard. We’ll get all the bastards.”
“I know. I’ll even let you beat on Lloyd and feed him the snake while I watch.” She shuddered. “I don’t want to touch the wanker or the snake.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re a good partner, too.”
Chapter 9
Twenty minutes later, Dawn settled onto the king-size bed with a cup of whiskey-laced tea and watched as Sam paced the width of the new suite’s bedroom wearing only his boxer briefs, his phone to his ear. The view was awe-inspiring. He looked like a living, breathing Greek god. A pissed-off Greek god.
“What the fuck, Conn?” Sam paused and ran agitated fingers through his hair. “Lloyd has to have entered—and left—the resort grounds somewhere. He was here. He could still be here. Find him. He’s not the invisible-fucking-man, for chrissakes.”
Sam turned to look at her and the frustration and anger on his face was almost palpable. “He couldn’t possibly manage to avoid all the resort’s security cameras. Hell, I walked the fucking grounds this morning and missed locating half of them, and I knew they were there because I’d seen the feeds in the security room.”
Dawn sipped her doctored tea and let the warmth sweep away the chill which had settled in her stomach when she’d seen the snake left in her bed.
Lloyd had always been a pain in her arse, but she hadn’t ever expected him to try to kill her. Stalk her? Yes. Drive her up a frigging wall? Yes. Sexually attack her? Probably.
End her and end his chance, remote as it was, of marrying minor royalty? No.
“…agree. He still has to be on the grounds. He’s blending in somehow, maybe dressed as a resort employee. Any security officers watching the feed need to watch for a man purposely avoiding the visible cameras. Also, has Keely run her facial identity software against the feed for the last few hours?” Sam grunted. “Okay, good. I know Keely’s the best. And I trust you, man. I just don’t want him anywhere near Dawn while she’s occupied with MacLean and Benrabi.”
Sam stared at her. Slowly, she let the comforter slip down to just above her breasts. His face grew less grim as his suddenly hot gaze roamed over her naked shoulders and cleavage. She lowered the cover and flashed him a naked breast. He smiled and shook his head at her teasing move.
“Thanks, Conn. I’ll stay with Dawn until around 1800 hours, then leave through the connecting door to your suite and head up to the casino security room to get set up for the op. With luck, we’ll get the DNA we need from MacLean as soon as he sits down. Once that happens, Dawn’s out of it. She and Keely can monitor the cleanup from the safety of the estate.”
Sam exhaled. “Yeah, she’s too good for me. I’m a lucky guy. Later.” He swiped off his phone which he tossed onto a chaise.
Too good for him? Where in the bleeding hell had that come from?
“Maybe I think I’m the lucky one.” Dawn had never met a man who looked like Sam, and had his warrior background, with such low self-esteem. Most men with his bona fides were arrogant arseholes.
“Little cat—” The endearment spoken in his husky baritone warmed her from the inside out. “I’m a redneck born into a sharecropper family from the poorest of the poor counties in Georgia. I never graduated high school. Worked the land until the red dirt seemed rooted in my pores. When I got the hell away, the Marines helped me get my G.E.D., then taught me how to kill a man in so many different ways, I’m not sure I can even list them all.”
And that was supposed to scare her off? Not even. She admired him for overcoming his background and becoming a success in the rarified world of special operations.
Sam walked slowly toward the bed, his steady gaze never leaving her. “And while the military might’ve also pounded some manners and even more education into me… scratch the surface, sweetheart, and I’m still the country boy who poached game to feed his family. I’m not nearly good enough for the daughter of an earl.”
He stopped by the side of the bed. His eyes were hooded, hiding his emotions. But she could read her Marine like a book. Bloody buggering hell. Sam needed her and was holding back, reining himself in… because she was born with blue blood?
As she opened her mouth to set him straight, he spoke—
“So… if you don’t want me, don’t want this”—he indicated his ferociously aroused cock pushing against his boxers—“plus all the history and baggage that comes with me, tell me now. Because, little cat—”
With less than steady fingers, Sam tenderly smoothed hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Once I have you, I’m never gonna let you go.”
Men… so bleeding blind at times.
“Not want you?” Dawn rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. “What a…” She kissed his forehead. “…load of…” Trailing a hand over his shoulder, she felt the tense muscles relax as she petted him and peppered kisses over his face. “…rubbish.”
“It’s not rubbish, it’s the truth,” he growled as he pulled her nakedness flush against his tightly muscled body. “I’m not like the sophisticated men you’re used to. Your family would be appalled if you took me home.”
“My family will adore you.” She nipped his lower lip, then licked it. “And for your information, I’ve searched for a real man—one exactly like you … one like my father who also turned his back on his past and became his own man—for the longest time. I don’t want some wanker like Lloyd with his sense of entitlement.”
Sam pulled away from her and stared into her eyes. He was reading her again.
Mere seconds later, he shook his head and muttered, “Sweet Jesus, you really mean it.” Then he pulled her flush against him and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, conquering her mouth, claiming every inch.
This man was an unexpected gift from the gods. One she’d never thought to receive, but that she’d gratefully accept for as long as fate allowed.
Moaning into his ravening kiss, she clutched his shoulders and rubbed her naked breasts against his chest. Her nipples pebbled to sharp points as her nipple rings snagged on his chest hair. When his stiff cock poked her abdomen, her pussy reacted, clenching on a terrible, aching emptiness.
“Off.” She tugged at the waistband of his boxers.
“Bossy, little cat.” Laughing, he stepped back and dropped his boxer-briefs, then stood motionless, gloriously naked and highly aroused.
“Um—” She swallowed hard.
Hell, she’d known his cock was large—after all, his underwear had outlined his cock nicely—but seeing his hard-on in all its magnificence brought home just how big an
d thick he really was.
“Will that even fit?” she squeaked out.
He stepped closer, moving slowly as if he were afraid she’d bolt, and then rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “Yes… eventually.”
She trembled under his gentle touch.
“I know,” she said. Under his patient, affectionate gaze, she took several deep breaths, then licked suddenly dry lips. “I want this”—she ran a finger along the length of his stiff shaft, the blue veins standing out in stark relief—“in me, but—”
“But only after you’re ready for me.” He lowered her to lie on her back on the bed. “That’s my job. Multiple orgasms should help.”
She swallowed hard. Multiple orgasms? She’d never had more than one orgasm in any of her sexual encounters. She’d thought they were an urban legend.
“My body’s ready.” She looked up and found he wore a loving, but slightly amused expression. “I’ve been aching and wet since you ripped my bathing suit off. It’s my brain that’s sending out warning signals about mathematical impossibilities.”
“Funny girl. We’ll fit.” He covered her body with his, keeping his weight off her by propping himself on his forearms.
She sighed at the heat radiating off him. He was like a living, breathing blanket. Wonderful.
“That swimsuit was sinful temptation.” His voice was low and rumbly like the harsh purr of a jungle cat. “The kind of wicked seduction the Lord would smite a poor, ole Georgia boy for.”
Dawn laughed. “Did the Lord smite you a lot while you were growing up?”
“Nope, but my daddy did.” He grinned, a sexy little twist of his lips. “I had lots of ungodly thoughts, little cat. Still do.”
“About me?” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, delighting at the supple, tanned skin stretched over prominent muscles.
“Hell, yeah.” Bracing on one arm, he cradled one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it gently. “From the first moment you called me crock-of-shit. Call me perverse, but I like a feisty woman.” Then he tugged lightly on one of her nipple rings.
The sharp twinge of pain he caused morphed into a frisson of pleasure that shot straight to her core. She moaned and arched into his touch. “Sam-m-m—”
“Jesus, you have perfect breasts.” He lowered his head and licked around the edge of the areola, avoiding the tip. “So sweet.” Then he sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, tangling his tongue in the ring.
“Oh, God, please… more.” Dawn reached for his head. Threading her fingers in his thick hair, she held him to her breast as he suckled her nipples and teethed the rings, sending ripples of pleasure over her body. “So bloody good.”
She thrust her body upward and rubbed herself against his hot shaft. His precum trailed over her bare mound. His cock jerked and even more precum moistened her skin.
Sam was holding back. His body was rigid, held tensely above her; his expression was a rictus of pain. He probably thought she wasn’t ready. Hell, if she were any more ready, she’d be coming. She’d gotten wet, aching, and needy merely from the thought of taking him inside her body. Truth be told, she’d been at a low boil since Cartagena.
“Take me. Play later. I need you.” She clamped her legs around his lean hips in an attempt to maneuver him closer to her opening. “Now.”
Sam released her nipple and moved to nuzzle and lick the valley between her breasts. “Such a greedy, little cat.”
“Bloody right.” She licked a path up his throat to his ear and then bit the lobe. “I’m so-o-o close, luv. I haven’t had a cock in me for well over a year. Think how good my pussy will feel. I’ll be so tight…”
Dawn squealed as Sam surged upward and back into a kneeling position. He pulled her body upright, her hips aligned with his, and then positioned her legs, one over each of his thighs. His cock throbbed against her pussy lips. It would take only a slight adjustment and he’d be in her.
“Don’t move away,” he gritted out.
“I won’t.” She gripped his waist with both hands. “Hurry.”
Sam grabbed a condom from a pile on the bed.
When had he put those there? She grinned. Marines must always be prepared, sort of like Boy Scouts.
Sam ripped one packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his penis in what had to be a land speed record. That was so not a Boy Scout move.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he muttered through clenched teeth. His voice sounded pained.
She stroked and petted her way from his waist to his chest—where she massaged his nipples.
“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. I’m riding the edge here.”
She shot him a naughty grin and tweaked one of his nipples before stroking her way to his shoulders—slowly. Very slowly. “I’m not teasing, luv. I am very seriously seducing you.”
“Dawn,” he uttered in a warning tone. “I need to go slow. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She held onto his shoulders and stared into his hot, fierce gaze. “Take me, Marine.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Placing a hand on each side of her hips, Sam pulled her toward his large, thick—God, so thick—cock.
She swallowed and watched through heavily lidded eyes as he nudged the large head into her wet, swollen opening.
“Eyes. On me.” His voice was rough, gravelly, like a country lane.
Dawn dragged her gaze from the dark plum-red head of his cock to look at his face. His expression was strained with ferocious concentration—and worry and love.
Could this man get any better? The visual evidence proved he could. He was so concerned he’d hurt her, not give her pleasure, that he was putting himself through hell. Didn’t he understand that merely being with him did it for her?
Obviously not.
“Sam… luv—” She brushed a kiss over his thinned lips. “I’m been aching for you.” She inhaled. “Your scent. Being near you. Trading insults with you. All of it’s been foreplay. Better than any I’ve ever had before. Just kissing you is better than any intercourse I’ve ever had. I need you … because this”—she moved forward until his cock head was inside her and then moaned—“us… is so fucking right.”
Holding even more tightly onto his shoulders, she shoved herself fully onto his cock.
“Bloody hell.” She threw her head back and let out a low, throaty groan. “So fucking full.” She dropped her forehead onto his shoulder and panted as her channel stretched and strained to accommodate his length and breadth. “God, I feel your heartbeat in my pussy.”
“What the fuck, sweetheart? Are you nuts?” He rubbed his cheek gently over her hair. “I’m gonna pull out. Kiss and pet your pussy…”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” She pressed her hips more tightly against his. “Move that fine arse, Marine. I’m so fucking close…” She turned and lightly bit his shoulder.
“Fuck, little hellcat.”
“Just move.” She squeezed his cock with her inner muscles and a light spasm had her keening. “So good.” She kissed her way from his shoulder to his chest and took one of his nipples in her mouth and teethed it.
He shouted, “Fuck!” The shocked look on his face made her giggle and she clamped down on his cock once more.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” he muttered.
Then it was her turn to groan as he withdrew his cock several inches and then drove it back into her, setting up a fast, hard rhythm. Each powerful thrust hit a ultra-sensitive spot inside her, shooting shards of heated pleasure throughout the deepest part of her body. Each withdrawal made her mewl as his thick cock lit fires along her most sensitive tissue. With each thrust-pull, pressure built until she thought she’d go mad as she strained to find the ultimate pleasure.
“Sam,” she sank her nails into his shoulders, “I need … more.”
And he gave it to her. Holding her to him with one hand on her hip, he slowed his hip movement and inserted his other hand between their bodies and fingered her clit.
A blast of the most intense pleasure-pain swept over her like a firestorm, cutting her loose from the confines of her body and sending her mind-spirit soaring. Her senses floated on heated waves of pleasure as her body shuddered and trembled with the strength of her orgasm.
Dawn came and came and came. She moaned, gasped, and muttered only God knew what. All awareness of time and space was lost in the overwhelming sensations sweeping over and through her body.
The one thing anchoring her to the earth was Sam. Her Marine held her through the conflagration, whispering words of love and praise—and grinding his cock into her, milking her climax until she collapsed, utterly spent, against him.
“Told you,” she mumbled against his lightly furred chest. “I was ready.” She rubbed her cheek over his sweaty skin. Then she lifted her head and found his gaze on her. He was smiling, a gentle loving expression. One she definitely wanted to see every day for the rest of her life.
“Yeah, you did.” He kissed the tip of her nose. His cock was still lodged deeply inside her, throbbing like the base notes in a heavy metal song. “Hold on, sweetheart, because you’re going to come again, and this time I plan on joining you.”
“Um, luv, I’m not—” She wasn’t sure she could climax again. But she didn’t care. She liked the feel of him pulsating inside her, even though his cock stretched her to the point of painful pleasure. It felt like bleeding heaven and hell at the same time.
“Oh, you will. Trust me.” He held her arse steady for his rhythmic, steady thrusts and used the fingers of his free hand to rub circles over and around her clitoral hood. Every so often he thumbed her oh-so-sensitive clit, still engorged with blood from the last build-up.
Her breath hitched as he rebuilt the tension inside her core.
“I want you to crave this,” he murmured against her cheek. “Crave me.”
“I already do. Sam-m-m, you need to move harder… again.” Shocked at how quickly her need had reawakened, she clutched his shoulders, digging in with her nails. “I ache again.”
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