“Sir! We must go right now. There’s been a breach!”
“Perri!”
“She’s safe. They’re bringing her in here.”
Just as he finished, she ran in and we embraced. Thank god she was okay! Then I moved to scoot her squarely behind me on the bed before reaching into the nightstand and retrieving my own weapon. I looked at it, ignored the loaded chamber indicator, and opted instead to do a press check to confirm the chamber was indeed loaded. It was.
“Plan?”
“Not now, sir, information is still coming in, but I want the two of you anywhere but where they would expect you.”
“Understood.”
I grabbed my bathrobe from the side chair and handed it back to Perri.
Then I asked her, “Are you ready for this? I will need you to follow closely and stay with me. I will keep you safe.”
Her eyes were doe-like, terrified. She nodded.
I reached out my hand and we were off, following Taylor, six men flanking us. We headed to the service elevator, went down one floor, then into one of the rooms of the crewmen who had been removed before we arrived.
“Please, sir, stay in the bathroom until we know where all of the intruders are and have adjusted our extraction plan.”
I pulled Perri into the bathroom with me and did as Taylor suggested, without acknowledging him. He closed the door behind us and then no doubt barricaded it himself.
I locked the door.
Perri sat on the side of the tub as I leaned against the sink. I ran my free hand through my hair and scrambled through the scenario drills Taylor had trained me in. The wealthy were often targeted for kidnappings and attacks from business enemies. Since my work took me to so many places were laws were lax, governments corrupt, and professional thugs in abundance I had charged him with training me for the highest possible protection in any scenario. Having her with me changed that some, though not by much.
I nixed the idea of climbing down, outside, on the hotel’s façade. Not with her. That left down, through stairwells or elevators, or up, to the helipad, which would make us an enormous and vulnerable target if they had planned well for that. No, down was the only option.
Just then there were two hard knocks from Taylor, in rapid succession, our code to take cover. I dove toward Perri and nearly threw her into the tub and covered her as best I could with my body. She started to protest, and I placed one finger quickly over her mouth to indicate silence. Her eyes went wide, and she strained to look around wildly, but she stayed quiet.
Chapter 20
There were no further noises, but we huddled there, his body on top of mine, our warm breath intertwining, while we waited for what seemed like hours. Several times I needed to shift our positions slightly until we finally found one we could sustain; each shift made me acutely aware of how his body felt against mine. The nerve-racking circumstances only served to heighten the sexual tension between us. I was inches away from his mouth and could not stop glancing at his lips, imagining them kissing me again, this time, everywhere.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered so low I almost couldn’t hear him.
“Stop those thoughts or I will have to do something about them.”
My eyes shot open, and I wondered how he knew!
He placed the gun in his left hand, pointed away from me. While that arm rested under my head his right hand lifted my chin to meet his mouth. Instantly my body was on fire. What started as a tender kiss quickly shifted into something more powerful. Still careful to hold his gun hand away from us, he kissed me deeply, hungrily, not able to get enough. I welcomed it all. He did things to me that I loved. I felt like a woman, more so than in any of the powerful rooms and important assignments I had navigated prior. There was no prior. Just him. Us. This.
I needed more. The excitement, the danger, his care of me, the incredible world I now found myself within, Taylor, Maman – all of it – I wanted him. This is the life I had imagined for myself. These are the things I wanted to feel before I gave myself to someone.
I broke from the kiss long enough to shift, not noticing his surprised look, just feeling his desire to accommodate anything I wanted while still maintaining his distance with the gun.
I moved up and over, straddling his hips, then leaned down toward him just as his free hand grabbed my head again, to bring us together for another kiss. My hands scrambled to unbutton his shirt, his hand moved down to grab my butt and scoot me forward so that I was directly over his raging member, which made me gasp.
I unbuttoned my pink satin PJ top which made him break free so he could see, and I was overjoyed by how intoxicated he seemed by me, fueling my own desire for him. Then he pushed my back closer, and brought me forward, where his mouth could meet my breasts. The bolt of intensity that shot through me made my hips ground down on his and we both moaned at the same time, lost in an ocean of desire.
I threw my head back, swinging my hair behind me so he would have more access, and held onto the sides of the tub, grateful and amazed he still had the wherewithal to hold the gun away.
Things were swirling that had never swirled before. My head was dizzy, my body taut like a bow’s string before the arrow was released, and all I knew was one word: need.
I reached down, lifted the edge of his t-shirt, and dug my nails into his six-pack. He growled and bit my nipple, which launched a bolt of fire through my body. Realizing I still did not have everything I needed I began opening the drawstring of his pajama bottoms desperately. Before I could reach in and draw him out, he reached for my hands and stopped me.
“No,” he whispered, breathless, between sucks of my breasts. “Not here, not like this.” He reached up as I stopped, confused as to what to do next, and pulled my face down for another kiss.
Then he pulled back just a hair’s breadth, and whispered softly, “I want to see you touch yourself.”
I sucked in air, startled, blood rushing to my face. “N-no...” I said, shaking my head but also shocked that I wanted to do what he said. How could I show him that though?
“Yes. You can and you will,” he kissed me again, groaning quietly into my mouth as his hips pressed upward, his hardness now against my throbbing spot.
I silently moaned a helpless plea into his mouth. I wanted him so desperately!
He pulled away again and between each kiss, worded what set my soul afire, “Yes... Reach... Under your bottoms... Don’t show me... Yet... Not... Tonight... Just... Come for me...My sweet girl... Show me... Without letting me see...”
His kisses had me swimming. Lost. So, lost. Wanting to give him anything and have these feelings extend themselves forever.
I reached one hand under my bottoms, the other still holding the tub’s side.
“That’s right. Do it for me. Let me see what you need.”
His mouth kissed me again, hard, which gave me the courage to start rubbing myself. The harder I rubbed the more powerfully he kissed me. He ravaged my mouth, then my neck, covering my mouth again with his, when my moans became too loud. My fingers created the friction that would send me over the edge any second now. I got closer and closer. My hips began to move forward in time with my hand. Needing to feel myself against him.
I removed my hand quickly, grabbed the sides of the tub, threw my head back, my mouth open and silent, as I pushed my clit against his length, back and forth. Imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me when he made me his.
My hands shifted to his chest and dug in deeply. His free hand backed away now in a manner that matched his other one, as he left me to ride out my need, watching my face, my breasts, my hips, and feeling my wetness come down and around him, unashamedly.
Just as I began to peak his free hand came down over my mouth and stifled my screams, which only intensified my orgasm. My body shook as a raging energy, more powerful than I had ever known, flooded every nerve ending in my body, exploded in my brain, and lit fireworks off in my clit.
Tears sprang t
o my eyes as I continued to climax. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for feeling such safety. For having made the right choices that led me here. For having him be the one to save me. For saving myself and finding a life I might love.
He pulled me to his chest, and I cried quietly into it, releasing all the stress this entire experience had caused me. All the months of planning, all the probes and questions, all the imagined scenarios, and all the unfamiliar surroundings. Even all the danger yesterday and today. It had all been worth it to reach here. To discover this part of myself.
He shushed me tenderly and rained kisses on my forehead, eyelids, and face; told me I did so good. How beautiful I was, how hot I had made him, and how sexy he thought my body.
It mattered. He said all the right things.
When I had finally recovered enough, I inched my face forward and kissed the underside of his chin, still feeling little. He squeezed me tight then, in a one-armed bear hug that made me giggle softly.
Then I sat up and, in all seriousness, whispered, “Now you have to tell me your name.”
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