Catch Me If You Can (Love's Command)

by Billi Jean

  Taking another chance, she lazily snuggled up against him like she’d wanted to last night. His free arm stiffened along her back and he groaned when their lower bodies meshed perfectly. The hardness of his erection along her thigh and hip thrilled her and feeling even bolder she opened her eyes and met his surprised frown.

  Slowly, so he had time to pull away if he wanted to, she lifted her lips to his and when she was close enough to kiss him, she smiled.

  “You should outline what your plan is, otherwise I want to stick to mine,” she whispered.

  His eyes flared wider in surprise, then he shocked her into laughing when he growled and flipped her to her back. He landed on top of her, and she rubbed up into him like a cat. The flare of intensity in his eyes shot out another wave of lust down her body.

  She eased her leg up his side and traced the line of his muscle along his back with her free hand. His T-shirt had ridden up and the inside of her knee brushed the warm, silky muscles lining his ribs. The way they lay, she could feel the thickness of his erection against the cradle of her inner thighs and luxuriated in the heavy feel, but wanted so much more. All of him, she suddenly thought.

  “You’re testing me,” he said in a deep, soft voice right against the sensitive skin near her ear.

  “Really? I thought I wanted choices. It feels to me like you’re testing me,” she said, twisting her head to indicate where he’d stretched out her hand linked to his, above her head. “Open this,” she said, wiggling her wrist.

  Instead, he brushed hot kisses along her throat. The caresses made her moan and shift under his weight to urge him right where she needed it. His amazing body thrilled her. Hard, hot, and the bulge he’d been teasing her with all night proved he’d be much more than a handful. Or mouthful. The thought sent a shot of pure excitement through her.

  Not willing to let him have all the fun, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her hips upward, grinding into him while she gripped his head to keep his lips on her flesh.

  In response, he swore harshly and every inch of him turned to tense muscles. “Jesus, Kylie.”

  He lifted his head and she lifted hers, too, capturing his soft mouth that easily with hers. The first taste of him wasn’t enough. She feared it may never be, but she still dove deeper, unwilling to lose this chance to experience as much as she could He let her control the kiss until with a growl, he shifted a hand under her butt and dragged her firmly into his arms, taking her mouth with such passion and heat, her heart stuttered then raced to make up for lost time.

  The world disappeared. All that remained was Dare. His warm, heavy body and his devastating kiss eclipsed everything else for her. Within seconds her body was awash with such need, she moaned loudly when he caressed his hand up her spine and back down to grip her butt again.

  He broke the kiss at the sound, and breathlessly stared at her with eyes that glowed they were so intense. “Shit, Kylie, you’re killing me, here.”

  “I won’t, I promise.”

  He slowly grinned then laughed softly. “Oh, you just might, but not now, not here. I want days with no interruptions, not something quick and back into action.”

  She frowned at him and tightened her leg around his hips. Didn’t he realize what a step this was for her? How daring she was being? And how hot and achy and, more importantly, empty her pussy was?

  He groaned again and sank his head down next to hers.

  “I won’t mind quick now, slow later.”

  He shook his head and tightened that hot hand on her bare butt. “Ah, fuck, you’re so hot.”

  It was her turn to laugh. She was? She kinda liked that. She brushed encouraging kisses along his salty neck and arched into him again, rocking there because she had to, and because he let out a husky groan and thrust his hips perfectly. It was so good, all she wanted was to experience the hard press of him inside her. He would go so deep and spread her so well, she knew she’d never forget it—or him.

  Her one and only time having sex had been quick, and she’d barely realized he’d slipped inside before he’d been done. He’d been sweaty, and he’d groaned a lot, but he’d finished so fast she’d been left resenting him, and all the hoopla.

  With Dare she knew she’d never feel that way.

  He turned his head and kissed along the column of her throat. Her toes curled on their own and she shivered from the hot-cold flush tightening along her body and making her nipples hard. When she whispered his name, he seemed encouraged to push his hips against her and angle his erection to her core at the same time. She froze, fearing if she moved he might stop. But he didn’t. He kept on with the rough sounds and the hard shoves against her pussy. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightened and tingled, needing something, anything—him, she knew with a rush of wetness that soaked her panties. She didn’t care. She wanted more. His mouth on her breasts, between her thighs, everywhere he was willing to go, she wanted to try.

  He reached the spot behind her ear and paused there, simply breathing into her neck while he molded his hands to her body. She moaned when he bit the spot. A rush of anticipation shivered down her spine, centering on her aching clit.

  “Oh, that, that—”

  “You like that, huh, baby? Tell me, Ky, tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he murmured.

  She dug her nails in his shoulder when he bucked again, this time hitting a spot that made her sob his name.

  “There, oh, Daren, there,” she begged. She rocked into the firmness, rubbing her clit along his jeans. Heat rushed her from all sides, making it impossible for her to catch her breath. She wanted to touch him, caress down his thick flesh and fit that big erection to her pussy so he could fill her. “More, more,” she whispered. “I want to touch you.”

  He cursed in a low voice and lifted a tiny bit off her. She panicked, not wanting him to stop. Cool air hit her chest, then a second later, he brought his hot, wet mouth down on her nipple. It was nothing like in her imagination. It was a hundred times better. At the same time it was a million times worse. Her body ached with such desire she wanted to strangle him, or shout at him to fuck her. The next thing she knew, the heat of his erection slid along her soaked panties to press heavily against her.

  “Oh, oh,” she moaned and tossed her head, lost in whirlwind of sensations and feeling as if she’d spin out of control any second. She dug her nails in deeper, unable to hold him close enough. He gave her a heavy groan and firm thrust along her slit making it all okay. More than okay, she thought unable to process everything and not willing to even try. She hung on as he rocked her. He didn’t fill her, and she knew in that moment he wouldn’t—not yet, but he showed her exactly how he would.

  “I want you inside,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Daren! Fuck me now.”

  “Ah, baby” he whispered and gripped her legs to tug them up so he could then press his erection down firmer to her clit. He bent to her nipple again, this time drawing hard with his mouth while he did that stroke up with his cock that made her gasp for air.

  “Gonna fucking come, baby,” he told her with a stronger pull on her nipple. “Feel that?” he asked and brought her hand down to circle as far around his hot flesh as she could. She shivered in anticipation at the first touch of his silky hot flesh. He gave a long, low groan when she measured his length up and down with her hand.

  “I want to hear you tell me to fuck you again, baby. When I’ve got all ten inches as deep inside your cunt as I can go, I want to hear those pretty lips cry out for more.”

  “Oh, Daren,” she whispered shocked and turned on by his words, and by the fact that she’d said them already.

  “You’re killing a grown man, here.”

  He covered her hand and tightened his, showing her what he liked, all the while telling her how perfect and beautiful she was, as he used the tip to rub her clit.

  “There, feel that, see what you’ve done to me for days?” he asked.

  She shivered and blinked to see him watching her.

/>   “Here, right here is where I want to keep you, baby.”

  “In bed?” she whispered, smiling at him even though she was dying for more from him. All of him.

  “No. In my arms,” he whispered back and kissed her.

  Oh man, did he kiss her. She nearly lost all train of thought as he devoured her mouth slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He left her to stroking his cock, while he lifted his hips to give her more room. But he also slid his fingers inside her panties and lightly stroked along her wet pussy He found her clit within the next breath, and she trembled under the additional stimulation.

  “Dare, oh yes, there,” she whispered into his mouth.

  “Oh, hell yeah,” he said, breathless,

  He sounded so turned on her shivers grew to full body trembles.

  His erection was all she’d dreamed and a whole lot more. He didn’t push for more, didn’t try to ease himself inside her and finish, he began using his finger to drive her higher and higher, something she’d never been able to do alone, without the aid of a battery powered device.

  Within seconds, she was nearly coming. The hot velvety skin of his erection excited her even more, until she was alternating holding her breath as she stroked down the thick column of muscle, to gasping for air each time he spoke.

  “Yeah, baby, shit, yeah, you’re wet for me, eh? Feel how hard I am for you? I’ve been like this for days.” He laughed sounding more like he was in pain than amused. “Gonna stay this way too, for a long, long time. You think you can handle that filling you?”

  The promise in his husky words, coupled with the hard proof in her hand, and the way he still stroked her seemed to collide. The explosion sent her spiraling. She lost control. Sensations rocked along her legs, quickly centering between her thighs and tingling up along her pussy with enough force to shock her into arching up and sobbing his name.

  Images of him coming for her, like this, out of control with lust shot her so high she barely heard him saying her name. But she felt him. Oh, God, did she feel him. His big body shuddered and everywhere they touched, his muscles trembled and grew rock hard. In her hand, he was slippery from his own pre-cum, making her strokes and his thrusts through her grip amazing.

  “Ah, Ky, there,” he groaned deeply and his erection jerked. She bit down on his shoulder and his groan turned rougher. Almost frantically, he lifted up and thrust his hand down between them, tightening his hand around hers. He began ramming through their hands in out-of-control thrusts coupled with deep, intensely passionate grunts.

  Shivers raced up and down her body in response, and she sobbed softly as another climax rippled up her pussy. Daren gave one more thrust then gripped his penis so hard she worried he’d break it. A throaty call of her name erupted from him, followed by the wet heat of his cum hitting her stomach in long, hot spurts.

  The evidence of his passion only made her climax grow until with a cry, she buried her head into his shoulder and held on as her body and mind spun out of control.

  When they both relaxed back down on the bed, with him on top of her, he breathed her name against her lips, then dazzled her with a deep, passionate kiss. She immediately felt so secure she hugged him tight. The man amazed her, did things to her she’d never dreamed of doing, and made all of it okay. Made her feel like she was right—like just the way she was, no matter how she was or what she said, she was perfect.

  Maybe he was her yin, or maybe her yang. Doesn’t matter right now, does it, Ky?

  Right now, he was essential, as if she’d discovered something she’d known existed out there, but hadn’t been able to find what it was until she’d found him. Now she had him and she wasn’t letting him go.

  A knock on the door, followed by Tazz’s yell to get ready, made her suck in a shocked breath and try to wiggle out of his arms.

  Dare groaned and bit down on her shoulder, making her squeal. He laughed huskily and, eyes sparkling, kissed her once more. This time just as wonderful, but with a softer touch, as if he didn’t want to miss a single bit of her mouth. After he’d lifted his head, they stared at each other and something, she wasn’t sure what, seemed to fill the space between them. Trust maybe.

  “Don’t run again. I’d hate to have to tie you to the bed each night.”

  She smiled, knowing that he would love to do just that. She held up their cuffed hands. “I bet.”

  “Seriously, don’t try to leave again. If you—”

  She cut him off by kissing him like he’d kissed her. Amazingly he let her—not only let her, but wrapped his arm tighter around her to draw her up against him again. She tugged their linked arms, wanting to be free to touch him.

  He broke off the kiss with a reluctance that made her burst with happiness inside.

  “We have to get somewhere safer, you especially. You heard Tazz—”

  “What is his real name?”

  “Robert—”

  “All right, Dare, get your ass out here,” Tazz yelled.

  She laughed at the strained look on Dare’s face and jingled their linked hands. “Are you going to let me go?”

  Something odd crossed his face then he grinned and buttoned himself back up, pulled a key out of somewhere and unlocked their arms. A second later, he twisted, taking her with him. Before she knew it, they were standing, and he was straightening the T-shirt she wore and brushing a kiss to her forehead. “Behave and I won’t have to do that again.”

  She rubbed her wrist, shaking it briefly, amazed by what they’d just done—while handcuffed. She wasn’t so sure she would behave if it meant he might not do that again. The thought made her face grow hot. When had she become so sex crazy? She glanced at Daren to find him watching her and she knew when…when she’d met him. Embarrassed, she looked away, feeling suddenly as if she’d jumped off the deep end—naked.

  “Is your arm—?”

  “It’s fine,” she said quickly to hide her sudden shyness. “I really believe I should go out on my own. They won’t be fooled by a six foot black man suddenly appearing as my boyfriend.”

  “Heard that did you? And I’m six foot six, baby, don’t think to cut my size short, you’ll enjoy every inch, don’t worry.”

  Her mouth fell open at his arrogance, but he scooped her up and covered her lips with his so quickly, all she could do was let him. Not that she didn’t want to let him, she feared she’d always let him, or worse, always want him—even after he was gone. She dismissed the thought, and simply experienced him, Daren, holding her. She still tingled in places she’d never known could. He overpowered her. Not by size, oh, she believed he knew how to use every inch, but he overwhelmed her by his sheer maleness. Surety. Confidence.

  Slowly he pulled away and stared at her. “Be good. Just promise me you’ll play along. We know what we’re doing.”

  “Not all the time,” she murmured, remembering a team of SEALs caught in horrible crossfire in Iraq. They’d thought they knew what they were doing—

  “That’s your last warning,” Tazz growled through the door.

  Dare must have believed him, because she found herself shoved into the bathroom with a word to get on more than his shirt. The look she got from him, though, didn’t seem to indicate he didn’t like her stealing his clothes. In fact, he seemed reluctant to take it back when she had finished with her shower and came back out in her own clothes.

  Feeling like things might actually work out, she let him lead her from the empty hotel room and down to the elevator.

  “Where is Tazz?”

  “He’s ahead, waiting patiently for us.”

  She smiled at the undercurrent of sarcasm in his voice. No doubt his friend was not waiting patiently at all. But maybe, just maybe the two of them could protect her. Maybe Daren could make this work and save her father at the same time. Maybe he was her yang…

  Ahead of them Robert looked up from where he was leaning against the wall several feet from the elevator. The elevator doors began to open and with a yell, he jumped to t
he left, hitting the nearest doorway and fired at the still only partway-open doors.

  Seconds later, the hallway erupted in sounds and flashes. Dare disappeared in the smoke, and from out of nowhere she heard something like a dull gong and she fell.

  Chapter Ten

  “Can you hear me?”

  The urgency in Tazz’s voice woke Dare more than the actual words. He moved, and regretted it, as he had to fight the overwhelming urge to throw up.

  “Shit.” His voice came out like someone had rubbed his throat with sandpaper or he’d gone years without water. He swallowed past the nausea and opened his eyes a crack. Bright daylight shot straight to his brain. He cursed and closed them again. Cautiously, he reached up to shade his face so he could try again. He opened them a slit and stared at an unfamiliar ceiling, or rather what looked like a warehouse high above his head.

  Airplane hangar, his dull brain informed him.

  Tazz’s bloody face came into view.

  The events leading up to now were blurred, but not the blast going off at the hotel or the sudden knowledge that Kylie wasn’t right here with him.

  “What the hell happened? Where’s Kylie?” he demanded, trying to sit up, only to retch when he did. He spat out blood and worse, until he’d emptied his stomach. After he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and surveyed the area he discovered they were at a base.

  “What the hell are we doing here?”

  “Kylie’s gone. The best we can do is track her. Now we have to discover which one of the damn yahoos had the balls to bomb a hotel in downtown Tokyo.”

  Dare got to his feet, only stumbling a little. “Track her?”

  Tazz steadied him with a hand on his arm. “I put a tracker on her.”

  “You what?” he demanded and pulled Tazz in by his black T-shirt. “You put a what on her?”

  “Look, time is not our friend right now, buddy.”

  “No shit, but that doesn’t mean—”