Passionate Immunity (5 page)

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that few things could draw two people together faster than highly charged situations such as one found on a mission. The thrill of breaking and entering a private property was a natural human emotion. Fear, heightened senses, sharpened wits and the resultant adrenaline was not just one of nature’s best drugs, but a highly addictive aphrodisiac to boot.

Already they had enough sensual chemistry arcing between them to make her pussy slick with need. Kimber felt certain she would self-combust if she didn’t feel her lips pressing hard against Tristan’s soon. She longed to drink him down like a woman starved.

“Fine,” Tristan capitulated with a tired sigh. Her attention reverted back to the situation at hand instantly as he took charge once again of their plans. “Lucas, make sure you’ve got at least three different escape routes plotted. One of them on foot for Kimber and I to run if we can’t rendezvous at the designated point. If the police are called, likely there will be two groups on foot and a series of cars to block the main roads. We’ll need the side streets and alleys as well as any underground access points we can use.”

“I’ll call the facility and find out their opening hours,” Kimber said as she rummaged in her handbag for her mobile phone. “A few discreet questions and I should also be able to discover what sort of laboratory facilities they have on site. It will be a good indication of how much longer after closing hours their staff would stay to run tests.”

Both Tristan and Lucas frowned at her as she punched in the numbers from the letterhead on the files. She waved a hand to keep them quiet and put on her perkiest voice as the receptionist answered the call.

“Good afternoon,” Kimber said. “I’ve got some rudimentary blood tests that I need done. I was wondering if I booked in to see one of your GPs how long it would take?”

“You’d need to have a regular consultation,” the receptionist explained, her tone and the fast pace of her words indicating she’d gone through this many times. “One of the nurses on staff can take the sample immediately after your appointment. If it’s one of the tests we can do on sight the turnaround time is usually twenty-four to forty-eight hours, but if there are any further tests we usually have those taken care of by a consulting laboratory off site. Would you like to make an appointment?”

“What are your opening hours again please?”

“We’re open from eight a.m. until seven p.m. Monday to Friday and from nine until three on Saturdays,” the receptionist parroted.

“Okay, I’ll give you a call back if I need an appointment,” Kimber replied. “Thank you so much for your help.”

“My pleasure. Good day.”

Kimber hung up feeling satisfied.

“They have a lab but I bet it’s a fairly fundamental one. Probably a half-dozen staff at any given time. Their turnaround time for simplistic tests is one to two days, so that means there’s not a regular night shift that I can tell. They close at seven.”

Tristan and Lucas stood up and moved to a large map of London that was hung on the wall.

“The clinic is on the corner here,” Tristan said as he indicated a spot on the map to Lucas. “If we park across the street here we should be able to mingle in the market crowd from here and still be able to monitor people coming and leaving.”

“I was talking to Olasis in the tech department the other day,” Lucas added, excitement in his voice. “He bragged how they now have eavesdropping devices that can automatically filter out ambient noise from up to three hundred yards. A pair of those babies would be perfect for this.”

“Do you think you can borrow a pair from him?” Tristan asked. Kimber stood and came over to their map.

The men discussed other various pieces of equipment they would need to gather. She only half listened. Studying the map, she didn’t see anything helpful she could add at this time and so remained silent.

“I’ll go gather it all now,” Lucas’ voice interrupted her thoughts. Kimber looked up as he winked mischievously at her. “We’ll meet in the car park around six, right?”

“How long do you plan to chat up the girls in technology?” Tristan asked, the grin belying the verbal poke.

Lucas shook his head and laughed, slapping Tristan’s shoulder.

“Your mind is in the gutter, my man. I planned to grab a quick bite to eat. It might be a long night. You two have fun now, you hear?”

Tristan chuckled. The men shook hands. Lucas sketched a quick wave to Kimber before leaving the room. She felt a warm beginning of friendship blossoming with the man, but it was the dark-haired agent left behind who really got her blood stirred up. Kimberly shared a soft smile with him as he turned to face her fully.

The last few hours still seemed surreal to her. While the events so far hadn’t occured like in a movie—all action and guns blazing, buildings exploding and cars chasing—the elusive undercurrent of adventure hung in the air for her. Add on the strong undercurrent of sexual awareness and she felt like she’d been through enough foreplay for the day.

“I guess we should go get kitted out,” Tristan murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Anticipation had her nipples beading. The sensual rasp of her delicate tips straining against the lacy cups of her bra and the soft linen of her business shirt heightened her need unbearably.

Her throat felt too dry for her to speak, so she merely nodded. Part of her mind wondered what kind of kit they’d need to break into a building, the other half of her remained focused on how soon they could spare a moment alone so she could take control of her rising need and kiss this man silly. It took only a matter of moments for them to collect the files, arrange them into a neat pile again and leave the conference room. Tristan deposited the mountain of paperwork on a desk as they passed—she assumed it was his table—and they left the large, open-plann office area and walked into the corridor.

Tristan pushed open the door to the stairwell then glanced at her over his shoulder.

“It’s only a flight of stairs down and the lifts take forever around here,” he explained.

Kimber glanced down at her low-heeled shoes and shrugged.

“A bit of exercise will be good for me,” she reassured him.

Tristan gallantly held the door for her and she entered the dim stairwell. She walked down the first few steps, jumping when the door thudded closed behind them with a dull bang.

“Claustrophobic?” Tristan asked.

She paused and tilted her head to look at him as she spoke.

“No, I’m just edgy and the noise took me by surprise.”

Tristan walked to the stair below her then turned so he was facing her. In that brief instant Kimber felt her breath catch in her throat. The difference in height had been removed by her standing a step higher than Tristan. Not giving herself a moment to overthink her actions, she cupped a hand to the side of his jaw and drew their mouths together.

Passion shook through her body at the soft, sensual contact. Tristan’s lips were soft and warm, the heat radiating out from his body in the narrow stairwell. Time froze for one perfect second as they came together. It was like her whole life had been leading up to this very action.

Gasping at the intensity of the simple, chaste kiss, Kimber tilted her head so they could continue to press together, but she could part her lips infinitesimally and draw a quick breath.

“No,” Tristan murmured. He snaked his hand out to clasp her hip and draw her full body flush with his.

“Don’t go yet,” he spoke raggedly, clearly as affected as she. “I need this so much. You’ve been driving me crazy up there. My head was full of these images while I couldn’t do anything about it, in front of Lucas and everyone.”

Kimber could only moan before she fused their lips together once again. This time she made her hands busy as well. No longer was she imposing herself upon this sexy man, his actions and words spoke clearly. He wanted this as much as she did.

Free to explore as she willed, Kimber traced her hands lightly down his jaw line over the warm column of his neck. Shivers racked her body as his hands cupped her ass through the thinness of her skirt. Canting her hips up to rub herself wantonly over his hard erection, Kimber could barely believe these actions were hers.

Hers—laboratory geek—Kimber!

She had never been more appreciative of her mother’s advice to always wear nice underwear. This morning she had already felt like a spy and had put on her raunchiest aqua, lacy thong. Kimber moaned decadently as Tristan ran his hand up and under her skirt, her legs wobbled as he traced the soft pads of his fingers tenderly over her flesh and hooked them inside her knickers.

“So hot,” he murmured. “So wet.”

Kimber lifted one leg up around his waist to open herself more fully to him. Staring into his hot, dark brown gaze she felt lost in the exhilaration. They continued to press their lips against one another, opening their mouths so they could tangle their tongues hotly together.

Tasting faintly of bitter coffee and sensual maleness, he was a potent elixir to her system.

Tristan muffled a groan. He turned them both to the side and pressed her back into the cool concrete wall of the stairwell. Heat seared her as he caressed his fingers over her swollen pussy lips, her juices coating him in a slick sheen.

Arching her back, she pressed herself onto him, the ache inside her body like a physical blow.

“I need you,” she panted, “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly or so much ever before.”

Tristan grunted, stroked the tender folds of her heated entrance and thrust three long fingers deeply inside her throbbing cunt. Kimber groaned, she felt fantastically full. He stretched her and pumped his digits into her very depths. He plundered her over and over. Kimber’s stomach knotted with pleasure. Her heartbeat raced, her eyes fluttered shut as her body blossomed and opened to him.

She’d never had sex with a man less than a few hours after meeting him, nor even after the first date. Yet nothing could stop her now. She was on an adventure, excitement was her middle name, she was very nearly a spy in her own thriller mystery movie and—

The sound of a door groaning and heavy wood moving split the air. Quick as a wink Tristan turned them again so his body was protectively between her and the door to the corridor above. With his back to the entry Tristan smoothly but hastily withdrew his fingers from the depths of her body, twitched the hem of her skirt back down to flirt with her knees and turned around. A willowy redhead came into view just as Tristan nudged Kimber into continuing down the stairs.

They both looked up and Kimber had to fight the urge not to laugh aloud. Seconds too late, the woman looked down at them, two innocuous business workers walking down a flight of stairs for a spot of exercise instead of waiting for the lift.

Nothing to see here.

They nodded in silent greeting to each other. Tristan and Kimberly reached the door to the floor below and once again Tristan opened it for her. Murmuring her thanks, she entered the corridor and could hardly believe the explosive passion from a moment before had been real. Indeed, the whole day appeared fantastical, something simply happening in her mind or to someone else entirely.

“Our kit lockers are down this hall, last door to the left,” Tristan said. He raised a hand to indicate the hall. As he did so, his left hand brushed hers, electricity sparkling between them at the touch. Her gaze clashed with his, hot brown melting her to the core.

Wickedly, he lifted his right hand—the fingers which had penetrated her—and slowly licked them one by one.

For the first time since they’d been together Kimber felt her face flaming in a hot, dark blush. She cast a panicked look left, then right, checking to make sure no one stood around to watch his decadent display.

No one in their right minds could mistake his meaning of what he had just tasted. Thankfully there was not a soul in sight.

“Creamy and feminine with just a hint of spice,” he said in a sultry whisper. “Exactly like you, Kimber.”

She felt conflicted. Part of her desperately wanted to pick up exactly where they had left off, but common decency reared its ugly head. Throwing caution to the wind—uncaring of how quickly this had all happened—Kimber pressed her body hard against the muscled line of his. Heat radiated from his skin, branding her even through both their clothes. She kissed him passionately, sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth in ardent promise.

Wrenching herself away—for if she had remained there for another second she’d have shed her clothes and outright begged him to take her there and then—she strode towards the door he had indicated. Kimber guessed she had read thousands of spy thriller novels and probably seen over a couple of hundred movies. Nothing could have prepared her for what the reality turned out to be.

Chapter Three

Kimber entered an enormous room with a linoleum floor. Eight-foot-tall lockers took up the far wall, many of them with stickers, names and padlocks on them. A few of the doors remained open, seeming to be communal, or perhaps temporary lockers for those who might need them.

Racks of general items filled a large portion of the space. Batteries, communication units, a large plastic tub full of mobile phones. Kimber only had a second to scan the area, noting as she did that it was empty of people. Thick, warm arms were wrapped around her.

She turned into the embrace, her eyes fluttering shut. Tristan pushed his mouth onto hers. They feasted upon each other as if they were starved. Tristan drove a hand into her curls, gently tugging the hair tie out and murmuring softly when her hair fell down just past her shoulders.

“I’ve never had a preference before,” he said, “but now I am definitely a curls man. Blonde curls.”

Kimber wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him even closer. Tristan leaned into her so far she had to bend back slightly to counter his weight. She tugged on his shirt then pushed the top few buttons from their holes. With his help she managed to lift the entire item from his body. He shrugged out of it and the linen fell into a crumpled heap onto the floor.