Quick & Dangerous, page 12
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a lone finger down the side of her arm. She trembled beneath his touch, longing for him to do it again, to move his hand farther down and do it more. Touch her more.
“So are you,” she breathed, reaching for him.
His mouth turned up into a wily grin as he covered her body, pinning her beneath him.
“Quick and dangerous, huh?” he asked. Their noses touched and he rocked against her.
“Well, I hope it’s not that quick.” She chuckled. “But why not feel and live as we run for our lives?”
His arousal pressed hard and needy into her hip as he rocked against her again. “Oh, querida, it won’t be quick, that I can guarantee.”
His mouth fell against hers and his tongue swept inside, demanding and powerful. She moaned against him, opening for him and lifting her lips up to meet his. There really wasn’t much fabric between them. She was in a bikini and he was in board shorts. It would take nothing for them to be in nothing.
Oh how she wished they were in nothing.
Rob’s hand came up to her neck and around the back of her head. His fingers gripped her hair at the nape and tugged. Pain and pleasure zinged through her, making her feel more alive, more in the moment than she had in ages. The man knew just how to make her burn, what she needed before she knew she needed it. He unhooked the clasp of her bathing suit at the base of her neck and then the second clasp at the center of her back.
He relieved her of her top, tossing it to the side, and wasted no time dropping his wet, hot mouth to her nipple. Rob drew the hard, tight bud into his mouth and tugged. Skyler arched into him, greedy for more. He palmed the other breast and pinched the nipple, pulling it between thumb and forefinger, earning a low groan from the back of Skyler’s throat. She dug her fingers into his scalp, pushing his head down onto her breast and demanding more.
He gave her more.
His teeth scissored over her aching peak, making all the blood rush to her chest and her pulse race.
Yes.
“More,” she breathed, thrusting up into him and needing them both free of the layers between them. “I need more.”
He growled against her heated flesh, flicking her nipple with his tongue. “Patience, querida.”
“Non,” she ground out, “more, please. I need you … ”
She knew she probably sounded desperate, begging him to take her, but at that moment she was. She was desperate to feel normal, to feel connected to someone in a way that was as old as time. She hadn’t felt normal in a very long time, and when she was with Rob, she felt something akin to normal, even if it was just fleeting. So as long as they were in each other’s world, she was going to do everything she could to continue to feel normal. Even beg.
“Skye,” he panted, bucking into her. Their clothing rubbing caused a delightful friction against her clit. She nearly came on the spot. “Let me savor you.”
He thrust his hips again, and this time she did come.
Skyler tossed her head back against the fronds and shut her eyes, allowing her back to bow as the orgasm rocketed through her. He bit down hard on her nipple and pinched the other one with just as much force. She gasped and panted as his mouth and hands kept pushing her higher up into the ether until she was breathless and dizzy.
On the way down from her climax, Skyler’s eyes fluttered open. The stars above winked at her. They had their own galactic voyeurs, taking in the showdown on earth. Two stranded travelers caught up in the passion, the danger and the primitive desire to mate. She wondered how many other people were making love under the stars. How many people out there were giving the heavens a bit of X-rated entertainment?
“So responsive,” he whispered, trailing his mouth down her body and peeling her bikini bottoms off in the process.
She was about to tell him no, that she wanted him inside her, with his weight on her, hammering her body into the sand until she was nothing more than a happy pile of putty. But when his mouth found her center, she forgot everything but how incredible his tongue was.
Long sweeps and erotic circles had her writhing on the ground, churning her hips and pressing her pussy into his face. She spread her fingers through his short hair and ran her hands over his scalp, tugging on the soft strands until he groaned against her mound.
“Devil woman.” He nipped her sensitive lip.
She yelped and squirmed against him.
Two strong fingers found her wet and greedy and pushed inside. He stroked her walls as his tongue lapped at her clit, sending her back up to the top of the mountain—and fast.
“I’m close,” she said, unable to control herself and thrusting up hard into his face until his nose was covered by her mound.
“Come for me, querida,” he said, fucking her pussy just right with his talented fingers.
She detonated on the spot. Was it the way he commanded her to come? Or were they already that in sync? She wasn’t sure, and she didn’t care. All that mattered was that Roberto Cahill made her come harder and faster than any man ever had, and she felt safe when she was with him. Safe to be herself, safe to let her hair down and just feel.
And feel she did.
The orgasm washed over her like a warm wave, covering her entire body and awakening every nerve, cell and fiber of being.
“Yes.” His voice vibrated against her sensitive skin, making her wriggle beneath him. “You come beautifully.” He prowled up her body when she’d come down from her high. Leaning over to the side, he quickly shucked his shorts.
It was a warm night, and Rob’s body was even warmer, practically singeing her flesh as he pressed his weight onto her.
His lips brushed hers in a kiss so light, so gentle, but laden with so much need and promise she was winded by the intensity.
Then it hit her—they didn’t have any condoms.
Sensing her change, Rob pulled away and stared down into her eyes. “You okay?”
She shook her head. “I need you … but … ”
Possession flashed across his face. “Then you shall have me.”
“But … ”
Hunkering down onto his elbows, he ran his palms over her forehead and pushed back her hair, framing her face and cradling her head. “But what?” his voice was a low purr that made her insides liquefy.
“No condoms,” she said softly.
He nodded in realization. “Right. Must have left them in my other shorts.”
She swatted him on the shoulder and laughed beneath him. “Very funny.”
His grin was brighter than the moon above. “I thought so.” His tongue traced her lips before dipping inside and exploring her mouth again.
Even though danger surrounded her every day, Skyler hadn’t taken a true risk in a long time. Her tongue darted out and flicked his. He took it as an invitation and swept inside her mouth, deepening the kiss until their bodies were pressed tightly together with nothing but passion between them.
Rob broke the kiss, and his mouth traveled down to her neck.
“I have an IUD,” she breathed.
“I’m clean,” he said, biting her collarbone.
“Oh good.” She lifted her hips and spread her legs, welcoming him.
Rob reared up, positioned himself between her legs, locked his eyes on hers and slammed home.
Chapter 11
Rob
It was impossible to say no to her. Just like it was impossible to stay mad at her. Sure, she’d nearly gotten them both killed, but the woman who’d stood before him on the beach and propositioned him for something real had a dangerously large piece of his heart, and it’d only been a few days.
And that scared the living shit out of him.
She was so strong, so independent, and yet there was a hidden vulnerability to her that appealed to his protective side, to the alpha within. And she probably did understand more than most about the nightmares. She’d been on the run for so long, saw her boyfriend murdered in cold blood, lost her mother. That was enough to make anyone lose sleep.
He just wasn’t ready to open up.
He wanted to. He just wasn’t ready to open up. And he might never be.
After they’d made love under the stars in front of the flickering fire, they finally enjoyed the fresh fish he’d caught earlier, some toasted coconut and more coconut water. Hopefully tomorrow they’d be rescued. They were lucky to have landed on an island with sustenance, but it wouldn’t last forever.
With full bellies and tired bodies, they made love one more time beneath the moonlight, and then Skyler curled up in his arms and fell asleep.
He wanted desperately to stay the night next to her. To warm her body with his, feel her skin beneath his fingertips, smell her hair and take solace in the fact that she felt safe enough with him to allow herself to sleep.
But he couldn’t. Not after the night before. He’d terrified her. He’d seen it in her eyes, the fear of his night terror and how he’d behaved.
Once he knew she was out and wouldn’t rouse easily, he pried himself out from behind her, grabbed their dry wet suits from where he’d suspended them above the fire to dry more quickly, and draped them over her. They wouldn’t provide much warmth, but they’d provide some. It wasn’t a cold night, and the wind was mild. If he stayed up and kept the fire going, she shouldn’t catch a chill.
He tossed a few more logs onto the flames before taking up his perch across the fire from Skyler. She slept peacefully, still on her side, her hair spread out above her on the fronds and sand while her lashes fell heavy against her high cheekbones. The flames danced and flickered off the silver of her nose ring, and her lips looked delicious and pouty. She’d taken him in her mouth after her third climax. To his surprise after her orgasm, she’d pushed herself up to sitting and took him to the back of her throat. It only took a couple of hard sucks and a tug before he lost himself across her wicked little tongue.
His cock sprang to life in his shorts at the thought of her reaching for him and sliding him across her lips.
The woman was full of surprises.
He leaned his head back against a tree and shut his eyes, and even though he was determined to stay awake the whole night, keep the fire going and keep watch, the day wore on him and sleep was inevitable.
His last thought before he drifted off, with the gorgeous Skyler sleeping across from him, was that he only hoped all her surprises from here on out were as good as her last and none of them got him killed. Because that would suck.
Morning came early. Really early.
He knew he wasn’t on vacation, but seeing as he’d found his missing person, Rob had hoped for at least a bit of sleep now that the hard part of his job was done. But alas, they were up with the sun. No blinds or shades to draw to allow them a few more hours of sleep. Nope. The moment the sun poked its big bright head out from the east, he and Skyler were awake.
“That did not look comfortable,” she said with a sexy, sleepy smile.
With a groan of discomfort, he shifted and stretched against the tree he was leaning back on. “Yeah, it’s definitely not a pillow top.”
She blinked long lashes at him. “Why’d you move?”
“Didn’t want to have a dream and scare you again.”
“Did you have a dream?”
He shook his head and pushed himself to standing, his joints cracking along with his back. Fuck, he was going to have visit his chiropractor buddy, Seth, back in Texas when this was all said and done. He was definitely out of alignment.
“So you don’t have them every night?” She propped herself on her elbow but didn’t bother to sit up. She was naked and seemed comfortable in her own skin. He loved that. She was gorgeous and definitely didn’t have anything to be insecure or shy about. His cock sprang to life in his shorts as he wandered over to the fire and poked at a few of the coals. It should be easy enough to get going again with some more leaves and sticks.
“The dreams?” he asked, tossing more leaves into the fire pit and stirring the coals until the leaves began to smoke.
“Yeah.”
“No. Not every night. Do you?”
“No. Mostly when I’m dead tired or something during the day triggers my memory. I typically have them the first few days I get to a new place, then they subside, and then I don’t get them again until I feel like Rubio’s guys are closing in on me.”
“You think they’re close?”
She bobbed her freckled shoulder in a shrug. “I feel like they are. I’ve never had a run-in with them … yet. But that’s because I’ve been on the move so much and changing my name and appearance.”
“You’ve done an amazing job.”
“Thanks. But I can’t run forever.”
“And you won’t have to. Once we get back to Gili Air, we’ll arrange a boat to Lombok and get to the Mataram airport. Your brothers have their own airline. They’ll send a plane to meet us there to take you safely to Moorea.”
They hadn’t finished the fish or coconuts from the night before, so he picked the food up from where he’d stashed it in his BCD, wrapped up in a palm leaf, and brought it over to her. He sank down onto the bed of fronds with her, and they had breakfast.
“Rubio will find me,” she said between bites. “He’s loaded and desperate. His resources are endless. Not even my billionaire brothers will be able to protect me forever.”
He licked his thumb before speaking. “Perhaps not. But they also have resources, and I have resources. I know people. People who know how to take care of a situation.” He made air quotes. “Rubio is a bad guy. Definitely blew up a few of his boats with drugs on them while I was on the team. We’ve been trying to get him for a while.”
“But he’s smart.”
“He is. But as you said, he’s also desperate. You have footage of him not only killing Nico Petralia in cold blood, but also the son of a Saudi diplomat. He’s in hot water and he knows it. People who are desperate always screw up eventually.”
She took a sip from the coconut, then wiped the back of her wrist across her mouth. “Well, I’m desperate. Desperate to stay alive. You think I’ll screw up?”
“I think the longer you run, the longer you’re in hiding, the more likely that yes, you will make a mistake and get caught. That’s how we found you.”
She scrunched her cute little pierced nose. “What do you mean?”
“You were tagged in the background of someone’s vacation photo on Instagram. They tagged you as Scarlett, but your face was clear enough that we were able to get a match using recognition software. If we were able to find you, chances are Rubio could too. He’s all over the dark web, has hackers on his payroll. They could be on their way to the Gilis now.”
She inhaled.
“Which is why we need to get the fuck off this rock and get the fuck out of Indonesia. If we fly private, it’ll be harder for them to track you.”
“Right. How are we going to do that?”
“Do what?” He took a sip of the coconut she offered him.
“Get the fuck off this rock?”
“I don’t know yet. But we will. I promise.”
“Do you think they’re looking for us?”
He nodded. He hoped they were. He did have a GPS tracker on his dive computer, but that wouldn’t alert Smiling Manta Dive. That would alert Aaron back home, who could then alert Smiling Manta or the McAllister brothers. But it could also alert Rubio, if he’d figured out that Rob was with Skyler, and there was nothing to say that motherfucking drug lord hadn’t put a bounty on both their heads by now. If Rob was able to find her, Rubio was too. They’d wait one more day and night before he turned on the tracker and hoped for the best.
Sure, they were out in the middle of the South Pacific, but stranger things in his years as a SEAL had happened. The bad guy always had a trick up his sleeve. And if Rubio already had men on the ground in Indonesia, and on Bali or Lombok, they could easily steal a boat and find Rob and Skyler before the Smiling Manta or McAllisters did.
“It’s still early,” he said, scanning the horizon for a blemish in the shape of a boat. “Dive boats and search boats will be out in a few hours. We didn’t drift that far off course. I’m sure someone will check out the surrounding islands.”
“What time do you think it is?” she asked with a yawn.
“Maybe five?”
“Jesus. I’m going back to bed. Wake me when it’s time for school.” She grinned at him before sinking back down into her nest and closing her eyes.
Fuck, she was something. So strong, so smart, so beautiful. She was the whole damn package. And he was pretty sure his mother would love her.
She’s a job. A job you happened to be getting some perks from, but a job. Don’t get attached.
“You coming back to bed?” she asked groggily, not bothering to open her eyes. “Plenty of room on this pallet for two.”
With a growl of need, he shucked his shorts and slipped down in beside her, pulling her buttocks against his body. He moaned in pleasure as her soft, warm body nestled against him, so perfectly, as if she were meant to be.
Maybe she is meant to be?
She pushed back into him. He was already hard from having stared at her incredible, perky tits all through breakfast, but now he was like goddamn granite. He felt a bead of precum drip out onto her thigh.
“Shame to let that go to waste,” she said playfully, adjusting herself in front of him and opening her legs just enough for him to slide in between them.
He nipped her shoulder. “Such a shame.”
“Waste not, want not?”
“Want you all the fucking time,” he said, pushing forward until he was deep inside.
They let out mutual sighs of contentment as he filled her. She was so snug and, in the spoon position, even tighter. The way her hot little pussy gripped his dick like a soft, wet fist had his cock growing even harder inside her, if that was even possible. His balls pulled up. He wasn’t going to last long like this.
“Touch me,” she breathed, grabbing his hand and bringing it down between her legs. “Make me come, Rob.”
“Ah, querida, always.” His fingers found her clit. She was wet and swollen, and the way she bucked into his hands, then back into him said she wasn’t going to last long either. Good. Ladies first. Always.
