Trap 'N' Trace

by Tee O'Fallon

  Dayne waited for her to settle in the back seat. Before getting in, he looked one last time in either direction then sat across from her. Soft amber sidelights glowed from the door panels, casting the hard planes and angles of Dayne’s face in shadow.

  “We should be back at the castle in about forty minutes,” the driver—Sean—said through the open window separating him from the passenger compartment.

  “Thank you, Sean,” she answered.

  “Cold?” Dayne asked in a low, sexy voice.

  The limo pulled from the curb into traffic.

  “A little.” She tugged the shawl tighter around her shoulders.

  He pushed a button on the console and a blast of hot air shot from the vents. “Better?” His eyes dipped to her mouth.

  What was he doing? Besides driving her crazy with need for something she couldn’t have. Him. “Some.”

  When her shawl slipped, exposing her bare shoulders, Dayne’s eyes tracked the movement. He pressed another button, and a low hum accompanied the rising privacy window.

  “Come here.”

  “Why?” Her pulse picked up. Being any closer to him than the three feet separating their bench seats was a dangerous thing.

  A corner of his incredibly sensual mouth lifted. “Because I asked you nicely.”

  Confusion swamped her. In the last five days, they’d both made a point of keeping their distance. This time, she had to be sure. If she gave herself to him, there was no going back. Now, her heart was involved.

  “Do you really want me?” She licked her lips, unable to ignore the heat in his eyes or the promise of passion in his outstretched hand.

  Both corners of his mouth lifted as he gave her a sexy grin that made her heart race. “Baby, I’ve always wanted you.”

  She raised her arm, and as the distance between their hands got smaller and smaller, her pulse tripped into the danger zone. He tugged her from the bench and onto his lap. “Dayne, I—” His lips cut off her cry of surprise.

  His mouth was hot, wet, the kiss scorching and dizzying until she could barely breathe. The throbbing between her legs became unbearable, and she dug her fingers into his back through his tuxedo jacket. More. She wanted to feel his incredible body.

  Kat slipped her fingers beneath his cummerbund then pulled the shirt from his waistband, seeking his flesh and all but sighing when her fingers found it. Taut, hot skin over rippling muscle.

  He groaned into her mouth, sweeping his tongue deeper as she slid her hands to the front of his slacks, grazing the handle of his gun—a stark reminder of the danger that had brought them together. The danger still out there.

  “Christ, I do want you.” He trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck, pressing hot kisses over her collarbone to the tops of her breasts.

  “Oh, Dayne. Yes.” If she hadn’t already been firmly seated in his lap, she would have melted onto the floor.

  When he shifted their bodies, clear evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against her bottom. She would have emptied all her bank accounts right then and there to be naked and straddling him as he impaled her slick folds. Before she’d even completed that last thought, moisture dampened her panties.

  His fingers began a long, sensual path up her legs, hiking the long folds of the dress to her waist. When his fingers connected with the satin straps of her garter belt, an appreciative sound rumbled deep in his throat. “Sexy. So fucking sexy.”

  It was sexy. Everything about the man was sexy. The way he kissed. The way he smelled. How he was touching her now.

  Dayne was right. The attraction between them had always been there. Their first aborted attempt at sex had been about grief and stark need. This time it was about them and their sizzling chemistry and passion ready to combust.

  His big, warm fingers flicked teasingly at the garter then continued a fiery trail to her bare upper thigh.

  The closer he got to the juncture of her thighs, the more anticipation thrummed in her veins. Through her silk panties, he stroked her until the garment was soaked, and she writhed against his hand.

  Finally, he hooked her panties aside and plunged two fingers deep inside her. She arched against him, pushing him deeper as she rode his hand.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered. God, yes. Beyond those simple words, she had no more thought, only feeling. Incredible, wondrous feelings as he pumped her pussy, swirling his thumb over and around her clit.

  With his free hand, he tugged the bodice of her dress down and fastened his mouth and teeth on her nipple. She bit back a cry as a piercing stab of pleasure shot to her breast.

  He suckled and nipped, flicking the tight nub back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Her breath hitched, and her chest heaved. She moaned as the orgasm pulsing low in her womb pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Come for me, Kat,” he said around her nipple. “Let it go, sweetheart.”

  It was the sweetheart that did it.

  Bright lights shimmered behind her eyelids. Dayne smothered her cry with his lips on hers, swallowing her moans.

  She came hard around his fingers, clenching and spasming as wave after wave rocked her body, leaving her trembling in his arms. As she floated back down to earth, the boldness of what had just happened hit her. I just had an orgasm. In a limousine. No one ever told her how hot it could be, or how deliciously, dangerously sexy it was.

  Kat nearly whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her wet, sensitive pussy and tugged her dress back into place.

  “That was beautiful. So beautiful.” He slipped the same two fingers he’d just fucked her with into his mouth, sucking them then licking his lips. His lids lowered, and the look he gave her was so carnal, so erotic she had to look away.

  “Don’t be embarrassed.” He stroked her cheek. “Not everyone can let themselves go and just feel. After everything that’s happened to you in the last two weeks, you needed that.”

  She had needed it, but the things he’d made her feel, physically and emotionally were so…personal. They shared a connection that went deeper than sex. At least, she hoped they did.

  He pulled her head to his chest, cradling her to him. Being around this man was a roller-coaster ride of emotion, sensation, and lustful cravings.

  His heart beat strong and steady beneath her cheek. She gave in to the rock and sway of the limo, closing her eyes, completely drained from the night’s double adrenaline rush.

  “Kat,” he murmured. “Wake up.” Wake up? Until that moment, she hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep. “We’re home.”

  Home. She liked it when he referred to the castle as home, as if it were their home. The thought was there, twinkling like a star in the dark heavens.

  “What time is it?”

  “Midnight.” He lifted her easily, settling her on the seat beside him before tucking his shirt back into his slacks and straightening his cummerbund.

  Now that their erotic moment had passed, would her coach turn into a pumpkin? Would Dayne turn into a goose, a lizard, or a field mouse? As far as the menagerie went, he was still there, still as devastatingly handsome as ever and looking at her just as hotly as before.

  He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Let’s go to bed.”

  Renewed awareness throbbed between her legs and she smiled. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

  They walked hand in hand to the door, passing Kade’s SUV.

  “I asked them to stick around and keep an eye on the place while we were out.” Dayne nodded to the guard, whom she didn’t recognize and who looked decidedly younger than the previous guards.

  The second Dayne opened the door they were beset by two wildly happy, tail-thumping, furry beasts. Remy and Angus.

  “’Bout time you two kids got home.” Kade didn’t look up from where he knelt on the floor, tossing some tools into a plastic toolbox. “We tweaked
the system a little more. Ain’t no one getting in here without—” He broke off, staring wide-eyed at Dayne.

  Angus bit into his chew toy and tossed it at Kat’s feet. Remy leaned against Dayne’s thigh, gazing up at him adoringly.

  Markus joined them, arching a dark brow. “We just had the dogs outside. You should be, uh, uninterrupted for the rest of the night.”

  “Duuude,” Jaime said, drawing out the word in a suggestive tone. “Pink looks good on you.”

  Pink?

  “And that’s our cue to leave.” Kade snapped the toolbox lid shut then stood. “C’mon boys. Let’s get a beer. I’m buying.”

  They said their goodbyes to Dayne’s friends then set the alarm. Trying not to laugh, she strode to him then used her thumb to wipe off the glossy pink lipstick smeared around his mouth. “We forgot about my lipstick.”

  “Yeah. We did.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her until she clung to him. All it took was this man’s lips on hers and she turned into a rag doll. Mindless and boneless.

  He swung her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. The dogs followed, and he gently nudged them aside before kicking the door shut and setting her on her feet.

  He shrugged out of his jacket and yanked off the cummerbund, dropping them onto her armchair. When he moved to his bow tie, she stopped him. “Let me.” With unsteady hands, she tugged on the bow tie and slipped it from his neck, letting it fall to the floor.

  His hands skimmed up her bare back, unhooking the straps and slowly dragging them down her arms. As he pushed the fabric past her waist, her heart pounded, and she licked her lips. She wanted his hands on her skin, his erection inside her.

  When the dress dropped to the floor, she rested her hands on his chest and kicked it aside.

  “We really should hang that up,” he whispered against her ear, sending chills down her neck to her breasts and nipples.

  “Later,” she whispered back, surprised at how husky and sexy her voice sounded. She linked her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to take his mouth in a searing kiss.

  With their mouths fused together, their tongues dancing wildly, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. Very gently, he laid her on her back then slipped off her strappy sandals. As he stroked his hands up her calves then her thighs and garter belts, her skin erupted in goose bumps.

  “Dayne,” she breathed, her breasts rising and falling faster. “You’re taking too long. Get inside me.” Before all that pent-up, protocol-be-damned sexual need and lust pooling in her core blew like an overloaded fuse.

  “I give the orders. Remember?” His eyes darkened. “Spread your legs.” She did as he commanded, expecting him to yank off his shirt and slacks and give her what she was dying for. When she reached for him, he pressed her arms down on the pillow above her head. “Don’t move.”

  He released her arms then skimmed his hands over the tops of her breasts, down her belly to her thighs. She groaned and thrust her hips off the bed. With every tender stroke of his fingers, he was killing her.

  Deftly, he unsnapped the garter belts and proceeded to slowly, torturously, roll her silk hose down each leg.

  “Damn you,” she whimpered, writhing on the mattress. Her body burned for him, and all he wanted to do was play with her undergarments.

  He chuckled. “Sorry, babe. Not every man gets a chance to do this and those things are too sexy to ignore.” Then he kissed his way up the inside of one thigh, leaving a sizzling trail directly to her pink lacy panties. “So pretty.” He hooked his fingers around the waistband and dragged them down her legs.

  Cool air washed over her naked body, but the way he looked at her—hungry, feral, and utterly male—flamed her with enough heat to fuel her private jet.

  As he began unbuttoning his shirt, she wet her lips. Special Agent Dayne Andrews undressing was the most erotic, masculine dance she’d ever witnessed. Taut skin stretched over firm, rippling muscle as he shucked his shirt and stepped out of his slacks and tight briefs.

  His erection jutted out—long, thick, and heavy. Her body trembled as he leaned over her, caging her body with his arms. Unable to wait a second longer, she curved her fingers around him, stroking up and down, reveling in the steely strength of him as she guided him to her entrance.

  “Condom,” he growled.

  “Oh shit.” At least one of them still had their wits about them. She leaned over and yanked open the bedside table drawer. She grabbed the box inside and tore it open. Several condoms fell on the bed, but her fingers shook so badly she couldn’t tear open the wrapper.

  “I’ve got this.” Dayne took the condom from her and ripped it open. In seconds, he was fully covered.

  He repositioned himself between her thighs, nudging gently at her entrance. Too slow. She understood he probably worried he’d hurt her, but her body was on fire.

  She grabbed his muscled buttocks and pulled him inside her as she thrust her hips against him. “Oh,” she cried as he stretched her tight walls.

  “You good?” he breathed.

  “Yes.” Better than good, actually. Tiny pricks of energy buzzed all around her.

  “Jesus, Kat.” He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment. “You feel amazing. You feel like…” He kissed her deeply, then deeper still until it seemed like they were connected on a soul-deep level.

  “Like what?” she whispered when they came up for air.

  “Like I just found heaven.” He began thrusting harder, penetrating deeper.

  It does feel like heaven. Being in his arms, being one with his body and mind. I wish this moment could last forever. Because she’d never been more cherished, safe, or completely turned on.

  He slipped his hands beneath her buttocks, changing the angle, driving deeper. With each slap of their hips, something wonderful built in her core, growing until her inner muscles tightened and she clung to his back.

  Her heart pounded faster. Dayne’s features tightened, his expression one of intense concentration. As much as she wanted to watch all that masculine beauty straining above her, she couldn’t. Waves of sensation ripped through her body and she cried out again and again, trembling in the aftershocks of the most beautiful orgasm.

  Dayne’s presence in her life might only be temporary, but she hoped not. The one thing she knew for certain was that they’d just shared something wonderful. Something she would never, ever forget.

  …

  Dayne’s heart raced and his breath came in great heaves. Holding off his release to watch Kat shatter in his arms was worth every torturous moment.

  Still gasping, he lowered his head to her breasts because he no longer had the strength to hold it up. Her heartbeat fluttered against his forehead.

  When his vital signs returned to somewhat normal, he lifted his head. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly. Beautiful. There was no other word for her or what just passed between them.

  He ran his tongue over her lower lip, savoring her sweetness. Then his stomach grumbled.

  Soft lips smiled against his. “Hungry?”

  “Uh-huh.” For her. He kissed her again.

  She giggled. “My lipstick wasn’t enough to satisfy your appetite?”

  “No nutritional value. These on the other hand.” He cupped one of her breasts and sucked on her nipple. When she sighed, his cock twitched with more life than he thought he had left in him. Usually he’d need at least forty minutes to recover. Around her, his body broke every record in the book.

  His stomach growled again, louder and more insistent this time.

  “I’d better get you some food to go with that scotch.” Her fingers skated over his ass, sending shivers up his back. “I can whip up a salad to go with the casserole Francine left us last night. She also made zabaglione.”

  “Zabaglione? Is that an Italian sports car?” It wasn’t, but he’d definitel
y never had it before.

  “No, silly.” She smacked his bicep. “But it is an Italian specialty. Whipped egg custard flavored with Marsala.”

  “Sounds amazing.” He dipped his head to suckle on her other nipple. “And sweet,” he said around the tight little bud.

  “It is.” She sighed, a deeply sexy sound he loved. “It definitely is.”

  Watching her this way, naked and with nothing between them but the sweat on their bodies, was something he could do for the rest of his life. That and making love to her every night. Fast…slow…it didn’t matter. He’d give her whatever she wanted or needed. Whatever pleasure his body could provide.

  Her stomach grumbled. “That wasn’t very ladylike of me.”

  “There’s nothing about you that isn’t ladylike.” Or all woman.

  “Thank you.” She giggled again. “But I should probably go heat up that casserole.”

  He groaned. Guess round two would have to wait. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her and rolled onto his back.

  Kat rose, and he was treated to a tantalizing view of pear-shaped buttocks as she reached for the long purple robe hanging on the spindle of a really old mirror. His mouth watered. Whether it was from the promise of one of Fran’s casseroles or the sight of all that shiny material caressing her lush body, he didn’t know.

  Definitely the latter.

  She sent him a seductive smile over her shoulder as she left. Remy and Angus padded to the side of the mattress. His K-9 rested her muzzle near his arm, while Angus stood on his hind legs, trying to mimic Remy but only managing to get the tips of his paws on the bed. After giving Remy a quick head rub, she and Angus lay down, snuggling together like furry peas in a pod.

  He stared at the ceiling’s domed light fixture. Strands of clear crystals cast alternating shadows and gold splotches of light on the walls, reminding him of a toy his mother had given him one year for Christmas before she died. A kaleidoscope. It was old, chipped, and beat up, but he’d loved it. The colorful, symmetrical designs inside the tube were always different, changing with each turn.

  He wasn’t the same man who’d walked into the Vandenburg castle two weeks ago. That man wouldn’t be thinking the crazy-ass thought tumbling over and over in his head. Could they really make this thing between them work when this was over?