Seek and Destroy (19 page)

    This time she did lose all control of her legs. He caught her and pulled her into his arms, whispering words that kept her into her climax until she feared she might pass out. Her heart slammed into her chest, and she held onto him for dear life.

    If he had the ability to get her to come this fast with just his talented hands, she could only imagine what he planned to do with that gorgeous, heavy cock.

    Her blood felt syrupy. He leaned over and kissed her. She wanted him to take her to the bed. The connection between them scared her, but the thought of this night ending terrified her.

    "Please," she whimpered. Her body vibrated with anticipation. He paused and looked at her, then beyond her toward the room that housed the bed. "David?"

    He looked at her again, obviously torn as to whether to take her to the bedroom or walk away. She couldn't let him go, wouldn't let him go. If he didn't kiss her soon and put her out of her misery, she'd have to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.

    "Charis, are you sure you know what you're doing? You are absolutely sure you want this to happen?"

    "Didn't we already..."

    "Oh no," he answered. "That was just the preview. The main event is so much better."

    "Oh, yeah." She regained control of her legs and slowly pulled him to the bedroom, tingling with anticipation. Their eyes had grown accustomed to the light so they moved freely inside the room. Not really knowing how to take control of a situation like this, she decided her best bet was to not think at all. She usually analyzed everything, so not even thinking about this felt really liberating.

    She kissed him with the unabashed want that had been building deep inside. His hands took their rightful place on her body, and together they crashed down on the bed. He leaned over her and touched her gently, his hands leaving licks of flame wherever they brushed.

    His hand trailed down her side, flattening out at her hip. With his fingers barely touching her, he tickled a trail down the outside of her thigh and up the inside. His thumb scraped against her curls, forcing a quiver from her. She moaned into his mouth.

    Sliding his hand up, he parted her folds with his fingers, spreading her juices. He pulled away from her mouth and traced his tongue around her nipple, pulling it into a hard, painful little bud. The coil of tension seizing her nerve endings grew tighter. "Is this how you wanted me to trace you?"

    "For s-starters," she purred. "Now the other. Please!" He tortured her with slow, agonizing foreplay. He drank lazily of her other breast, his tongue flicking and circling the swollen pebble until she wanted him inside her so bad she was about to roll him over and mount him.

    "David, not to rush you or anything..."

    "Do you have another hot date?"

    Oh God, no. But she couldn't stand the wait any longer. "I need you!"

    "You'll get me," he answered and continued to devour her inch by inch. He traced the inside of her pussy lips with his fingers back and forth, back and forth. Only when she trembled uncontrollably did he dip his finger inside her slippery heat. He pulled out and teased her by gliding his finger up to her clit, caressing the little bundle of nerves in slow, lazy circles. "Do you like that?"

    She panted. Whimpering, unable to stand the way the tautness enveloping her body had her ready to break, she pleaded. "I need more."

    Nuzzling her neck, his tongue danced across her flesh the way she wanted it to dance with her clit. He inserted two fingers into her moist channel. Her body clenched, the walls of her pussy fisted to pull him in further. "Oh God, David. More! More!"

    "We've got all night, Angel. No need to rush it."

    Her entire body convulsed with sensitivity. He had her so close to coming right now. All night? She'd be dead in five minutes if he kept up this torture. "David! I'm not going to last."

    In one fluid movement he pulled her under him and thrust deep, slipping beyond her entrance and burying his engorged cock all the way into her wet folds completely. It stretched her, completed her. Her womb contracted, shuddered and tightened as the tension took her to the brink of sanity.

    He withdrew and reentered her, this time sliding in so slow, so painfully measured she bucked wildly beneath him from the erotic torture. Rocking up against her desperate clit, the tension broke in a blast of light, shattering her as she came. She cried out over and over as the orgasm took her to a height of pleasure she'd never experienced. He grabbed her knees and parted them to open her up for deeper penetration. He thrust into her, grinding his hips to give her the exact friction she needed to keep her orgasm at its peak.

    By the time she came back to earth, her throat hurt. He started to move at a more deliberate pace, his swollen cock plunging in and out, stimulating nerves she didn't know she had. As the wave deep within her started to build once again, she whimpered in anticipation. The sexual coil started to intertwine in her overly sensitized senses.

    He drove harder, faster. Reaching down, he stroked her swollen clit with his thumb. She cried out as she came, the orgasm taking her away in another soul shattering, blinding explosion. Choking on a strangled sob, she cried out his name.

    With a final thrust, he stiffened, giving in to the sweet surrender of his orgasm. He spilled his seed deep inside her, completely filling her. Her muscles spasmed and contorted, milking his life out of him. He shouted out and continued to grind his hips. She dug her heels into his thighs and did everything she could to maximize his orgasm as he had done for her over and over. After several minutes of them both riding their waves of unrestrained passion, they collapsed into each other's arms.

    "Wow," she panted.

    "You can say that again," he rasped and kissed her soundly. "And that was only the first round."

    

    

    How funny they hadn't even started to look for him. He'd left them so many hints as to his identity. Would they ever pull their heads out of their asses long enough to find him?

    Again?

    He laughed as he watched the surveillance footage. The four men just finished the installation and had started to clean up. What a joke. If they only knew how much of a mess they were about to be buried under, they wouldn't bother.

    If they only knew.

    Running his thumb along the space bar, Surreal felt his heart skip and speed up. God how he loved this part. The excitement. The thrill of the hunt. The kill. His limp dick twitched, growing semi-hard at the thought of the destruction about to be unleashed.

    Her picture, taped to his monitor, sat patiently waiting for his next move. She smiled at him, loving him as much as he loved her. "
Charis
, my love. This is for you."

    He depressed the space bar and watched the monitor as the server room at the All City Technology Building blew apart. The explosion took out the camera in the server room, which caused him to frown. The morons must have put the server in backwards. The direction of the explosion should have blown out the other side.

    Why were there so many idiots out there?

    They deserved to die. If anything, he would be doing them a favor. God only knew they'd become a drain on society later in life. He did everyone a favor by putting them out of their misery now.

    His cock hardened, eager to be released. He pulled himself out, his eyes never leaving his love's. By the time he had himself out, stroking the engorged head of his penis, he was already painfully hard. All for her.

    Not wanting to wait, he pressed the space bar again and blew out the other side of the server room. He wished the first bomb hadn't taken out the camera. But then again, he had a good enough imagination to know what happened.

    Fear. Panic. Chaos. It all looked the same once the dust settled. He pulled her picture off the monitor and held it to his chest. "I hope you liked that."

    He knew she would. If she only knew why he did all of this, that she was his muse, she'd be ready and willing to do anything for him.

    "Anything?" he rasped, stroked faster. "You can't wait to feel me inside you, possessing you. You...are...

    "Mine!" he roared and spilled over the edge.

    

    

    Charis drew in a deep breath and stretched as she opened her eyes. She'd never slept so soundly, so thoroughly. She felt refreshed and alive.

    Her legs throbbed. Her libido felt perfectly sated, although a bit sore from the constant attention. Drawing in a deep breath, she stretched her hands high over her head. She felt like she'd just had the best sex of her life. Wait a second...

    Jerking to a sitting position, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and threw her glasses on before looking around. She
did
just have the best sex of her life. The room had the lingering musky hint of sex in the air. Hot. Wild. Unabashed sex. Drawing in a deep breath, she smelled David's masculine scent. It made her body respond, her crux softening and tingling in anticipation of another round of mind-blowing sex. Unless he hid under the bed, waiting for the opportune moment to pop out with a big, "Surprise!" He was gone.

    It didn't shock her to wake up alone. She actually expected that. But when she did, it didn't mean she had to like it. A glance at her clock and she did the mental math. She had a little over two hours to pack and get to the airport. Time to kick it into gear.

    Her mind drifted to last night. She'd never experienced sex like that. She'd heard of chemistry. Of some sort of psychic connection between two people. Her body melted into his last night as they fused together over and over. She paused, her mind suddenly preoccupied with walking her through the events of the evening. He made her come by just stroking her with those very talented fingers. Twice. And the orgasm he drew from her when he had his gorgeous cock buried inside her still had her reeling. By the time she brought her mind back to the present, she felt the dampness pool between her legs again.

    "Give me a break," she told her body. "He isn't here. It isn't like you are going to get what you want." Her body continued to respond to the memory instead of her reasoning. Apparently her body parts listened about as well as she did.

    They'd both agreed it was just for the night. Too bad. She could get used to feeling like this every morning. But, it wasn't like they made a lifetime commitment or anything.

    After folding the rest of her clothes, she jumped into the shower, all the while wondering if David's hasty retreat meant he had any regrets. She didn't. Not a one. She wanted last night to happen. Hell, she practically seduced the man. He didn't want it to happen. He could have walked away but chose not to.

    She finished up and dried, then threw all of her toiletries in the suitcase. Her good mood faded as she thought about her trip back to the states. What would she say to the director? She'd obviously failed her objective, which meant her brother's transfer to NASSD would be reversed. And if word got out about what she'd done with another agent, they'd never let her live it down. She may even lose her chance to work with another male agent. After all, she'd have a reputation.

    Oh God.
OhGodOhGodOhGod
. She didn't think about what would happen to her professionally. And what about David? Would this leave a black mark on his record? She doubted it. The director met his wife on a mission in Colombia. They were both NASSD agents before they got married.

    But she wasn't NASSD. She was ICE. They played by a separate set of rules.

    Her mind jumped to her family waiting for her back in Montana. Her mother would scold her for being so... Such a... Ugh!

    She pulled her bag off the bed. It landed on the floor with a resounding thud. Her father would look at her with those knowing eyes, full of disappointment. Her over-protective brothers would all string David up from the tallest tree on the island. And her sisters? Bailey would politely change the subject. Not Kaylee. She'd demand details and then beg to be introduced to one of his friends.

    She had to laugh. Gotta love family.

    One last sweep of the room and she'd be ready to go. As she threw the covers back on the bed, she eyed the blue dress on the floor. The sight of it gave her pause. She'd never been one to believe in superstitions or lucky rabbit's feet, but something about that dress made her everything she'd ever wanted to be. She'd felt bold, daring, not afraid to go after what she wanted.

    She grabbed the dress and shoved it into her handbag. It had to be at least two sizes smaller after wearing her fabulous dry clean only dress into the ocean. It was now a piece of shredded silk, to boot. But none of that mattered. A good luck piece like that didn't come along very often. She had a feeling she'd need all the luck she could get when she showed up at HQ without David Snyder.

    Having already prearranged for a taxi, she had just enough time to get down to the lobby before the taxi left for the airport.

    When she finally arrived back in Seattle, seven hours and a million excuses as to why David hadn't joined her, she stopped at HQ first. She didn't want to face JT, or her grumpy director of a husband, but she couldn't avoid them, not if she ever wanted to show her face in public again. She just wanted to get this over with and go back home to Montana. She'd bury herself in her work and this would all be a distant memory.

    Someday. With any luck. And a lot of therapy.

    Standing outside her destination, she gave an involuntary tremble. Back to the rain and cold and gloom and... She stopped. With a big sigh, she swept her hair behind her ear, looked up and shielded her glasses from the annoying drizzle. Apparently the rain in Maui had followed her here.