Emma Hillman (2 page)

“Stop babbling and let’s go!” He grabbed her forearm and pushed her down in her seat. “Drive and I’ll follow you. And for fuck’s sake, start using your indicators!”

“Right,” she murmured as he hurried to his car and wrenched the driver’s door open. Now she had a good thirty minutes to come up with a plan!

* * * *

She hadn’t thought once of where she’d put her license or those other documents but she’d managed to recall where she’d left her handcuffs. Yup, go her!

Retrieving her keys from the mess on the car’s floor, she more or less put everything back in her purse and lugged it over her shoulder. Not even bothering to wait for Kevin who was parking his car, she strode to the front door of her cabin and heard her dog’s nails on the hardwood floor. “Hey baby, I’m home,” she called out as she opened the heavy door and was greeted by a happy wagging tail. “How was your day?”

“You talk to your dog,” Kevin sighed behind her. “Of course, you do.”

The dog in question, smelling the intruder, stiffened under her hand. “Don’t, Killer!” The big Alsatian stopped in his tracks but his eyes never left the man’s face.

“Killer?”

“I told you. He’s a guard dog.”

“Right.” Kevin eyed him warily. “Does he bite?”

“Only if I tel him to,” she replied cheekily then pushed the mutt further into the room. “Leave Kevin be, Killer. He’s a friend.”

She heard Kevin murmur under his breath “No, I’m not.” but she forced the words away. He would be once he left this house, this she promised herself.

“Would you like something to drink?” She dropped her purse on a side table in the main hall and walked to the kitchen, footsteps echoing behind her.

“This isn’t a date, lady. Where are those papers?”

She shrugged, “Like I said, I don’t remember. But if you don’t mind, I’m thirsty so I’ll grab myself a Coke. Why don’t you start looking in the office? It’s the second door on the right,” she nodded towards the other end of the hallway.

He watched her open the fridge then sighed, “Okay, I wouldn’t mind a Coke either.”

She smiled at the contents of her fridge. He was getting hooked! “Sure thing. I’ll bring it right over. Are you hungry too?”

“No, just a drink will be fine.”

Yeah right. She heard his footsteps leave the room and rummaged through the cupboards. He was gonna eat something too. She wouldn’t give him a choice!

* * * *

“Here you go.”

Kevin looked up. He’d been going through her desk, meticulously scanning every document he got his hands on. And there were plenty. He didn’t know how someone could live like this. In this mess. It was driving him crazy just to look at it! “Thanks,” he replied as she deposited a tray in front of him. He frowned when he noticed what was on it. “I said I wasn’t hungry.”

She shrugged, “Well I am. You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.”

“Right,” he muttered, picking up another sheet of paper.

“Have you found anything?”

“No. This is a mess.”

“I know,” she said as she sat down in the plush chair that took up most of the space behind the desk.

“I’ve been meaning to go through it for months but I can never find the time.”

He grabbed his glass and drained it dry. Then he eyed her as she scooped up some salsa with a tortilla chip and sprinkled some grated cheese on it. She popped it into her mouth and moaned, “Now that is good.”

Kevin felt himself tense at the sight of her hooded eyes and obvious look of pleasure. Over a simple chip? What the hell? “Stop it!”

She jerked upright in her seat. “What? What? What did I do?”

“Stop trying to seduce me! It ain’t gonna work, lady. You ain’t my style.”

She stiffened, “I’m not trying anything! I was eating, minding my own business while you’re…you’re…Argh! And I don’t care if I’m not your type or whatever.”

“Yeah, right,” he chuckled. “You’re a groupie, you said so yourself!”

“And?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at him.

“Then you want me. You’re probably wet just because I’m standing next to you.”

Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Damn man who thought he was so sexy! It irked her even more when she realized he was right. She was wet, damn it!

“Nothing to say?” he taunted her, yet again. He even wriggled his eyebrows.

“Go to hell!” she snapped back but that just made him laugh.

“Sure, baby,” he said almost absentmindedly before turning back to the documents spread in front of him.

He might have just said that but the way he’d called her baby only seconds earlier had been enough to make her insides clench. Oh god, she wanted him. Bad. Licking her lips, she bent forward and asked,

“Do you need help?”

He glanced at her, “Have you remembered where you put them?”

“Uh, no.”

“Then no, I don’t need your help.”

“Fine,” she sighed as she leaned back against the soft leather. “Then I’ll stay here and make myself comfortable.”

His back tensed slightly but he didn’t turn around. Instead, he focused on his search and began tidying up her papers into neat little piles. He couldn’t help but overhear what she was doing behind him however. Little sounds of pleasure as she bit into another chip. A slurp as she took a sip of her Coke.

His hands clenched around a letter. Fuck, he had to look. He turned his head to the left and felt his eyes widen when he saw her.

She was nearly lying in the chair, her legs curled under her. Her skirt had ridden up but she didn’t seem to have noticed, probably too busy enjoying her snack. He watched as she scooped some sour cream with a finger and plopped it in her mouth. She sucked on it and he could imagine her tongue swirling around it. Like it would around his own tongue or even better, his cock. He felt himself harden and swore.

“Fuck!”

She gasped, her finger slipping out of her mouth with a wet sound. “What is it? Did you find them?”

“No!” He turned back to the desk and clasped its edges with both hands. He willed his erection down but he couldn’t get her out of his head. She was messing with his mind, damn it! “Did you spike my drink?”

“What?” She sat up. “You think I drugged you?”

“Yes!” He whirled around. “You did, didn’t you? What did you put in my Coke? GHB?”

“Man, you are crazy.”

“What did you do?” he roared as he grabbed her armrests and loomed over her. “Tell me!”

“Nothing! And don’t you think you’d be feeling impaired right now if I’d put something in your drink?

You drank it down in one gulp!”

He pushed himself upright and started pacing. She made sense, damn it! He was feeling fine, except from the way his jeans were tenting. So maybe she wasn’t at fault there. Maybe it was just his body’s way of reminding him he hadn’t had sex in a while. Why now though?

He’d told her the truth earlier: she wasn’t his type. He usually went for the long-limbed, fake-tanned-and–boobed women that seemed to always be around football players. Groupies, bunnies, whatever they called themselves. He didn’t care as long as they were hot and ready to fall in his bed.

But this woman was different. She wasn’t thin or tanned. Oh, she was curvy as hell and her ass was round just like he liked them. He could definitely do something with that ass. Oh yeah. Fuck, McIntyre, get a grip! She was crazy! He didn’t need the aggravation, that was for sure.

She watched him rake his hand through his hair. He looked agitated and angry and just plain hot. God, she loved this look on him.

Hearing her sigh, he turned to face her and spotted her half-closed eyes. “What now?”

“Mmm?” She blinked. “I was just thinking how hot you look when you’re angry.”

He felt his teeth snap together. She was unbelievable! “So you like it when I get angry?” His voice was deceptively soft.

She looked up at his looming presence and nodded. “Uhm, yes. Is that a bad thing? I probably shouldn’t have said that. I mean, it’s got nothing to do with-“

“No, you’re right. You shouldn’t have said it at all. Wanna know why?”

“Not really, no.”

He ignored her answer. “Because it means I’m gonna do this.”

Before she could guess what he planned on doing, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up.

She yelped when her legs tangled with her skirt and she found herself falling against the desk’s edge.

“Perfect,” he said as he pushed her down, his right hand heavy between her shoulder blades.

“What are you doing? Kevin?”

“Don’t fuss, I know you want this.”

“I want what?”

“This,” he repeated but this time, he slid his knee between her thighs.

She gasped at the sudden movement, her hands flattening on the desk in front of her. She managed to hold herself up but he didn’t seem to care. He was too busy pulling her skirt up over her ass. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“A man doesn’t have to like a woman to fuck her, don’t you know that?”

She winced at his words. She’d expected something a bit more romantic for her first time with Kevin. “I guess so but still-“ she gasped when she felt his hands on her bare skin. He dragged her panties down her legs and didn’t even bother to take them off completely. She felt him part her thighs to widen her stance and wondered whether he was really going to do it. That just didn’t compute with the man he’d been until now. This man was half-crazed. Sure, it was hot but…Oh god.

He brushed a finger over her and she couldn’t help her reaction. She groaned and he laughed, “You’re wet. I knew you would be.”

“What?”

“You’ve been imagining me doing this, haven’t you?” He flicked her clit and she pushed back against him. “Did you crash into my car on purpose?”

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t lie or I’ll stop,” he said just before his finger entered her.

“I’m not lying,” she groaned, leaning until her face pressed against the cold wood. She heard the platter clatter to the floor and imagined the mess it’d probably made. All those spilled condiments and

-Hell, she couldn’t think about this now. The tip of his finger brushed against her special spot. Once.

Twice. She began panting. “Kevin!”

“Yes?” He drew his finger out and she nearly cried at the loss.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

She could have stopped herself but she didn’t want to. This was her fantasy after all. “Fuck me.”

He laughed behind her, his hands sliding to her front. She felt a breeze then realized he’d drawn her top and bra down together. Her breasts hung down until they were pressed against the wood. His hands slipped between them and the hard surface and squeezed. “Sweet.” He pressed himself against her ass and she felt his arousal through his jeans.

“Kevin!” she called out, pushing back against him. She rocked her hips, clearly lost in a daze. All she wanted was to feel him pounding inside her.

“This is what I do to naughty girls,” he said as he popped his pants open. He was going commando, as he always did, so it was easy enough to bend down slightly and align himself. “Say please.”

“Please!”

He thrust into her so hard she skidded up the desk.

He was pounding into her and it felt good even if she was pretty sure she’d have bruises later. His fingers were clamped on her hips as he held her down, never letting her move. He was the one who controlled their tempo while he barely let her push back against his thrusts.

“Are you nearly there?” he asked, his breath on her nape sending shivers running down her spine. He’d leaned down to whisper to her and the new angle made his cock bump into her spot. Again.

Oh god, she wasn’t going to survive this. Between the knowledge that it was Kevin, THE Kevin, who was fucking her and the moves he was pulling, she was decidedly on her way to hell. But heck, it’d be a brilliant fall.

“Are you?” he repeated, the soft whisper in her ear such a contradiction to how he was behaving she started feeling faint.

“Kevin,” she moaned, too caught up in the way he was surging inside her.

“Is it turning you on that you’re gonna come all over me? Your fantasy?” he groaned, “Are you losing control, baby?”

She shut her eyes but nothing could drive his voice out of her head. He kept on whispering to her, dirty little words meant to arouse her or himself she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that it was working. She felt her walls clamp tight around his pounding length, felt his answering groan and the way his fingers hardened on her hips.

“Hurry,” she called out, feeling the heated spiral coursing through her.

“Don’t come before I say so.”

Yeah right, she thought wildly as he pushed into her to the hilt then rolled his hips.

She opened her mouth to scream but he beat her to it by a second. He swore and swore some more as he emptied himself inside her and as she realized what was happening, she let go.

She soared high, higher than she’d ever been, and came crashing down seconds or minutes later when he pulled out of her. She collapsed to the ground, her legs unable to carry her.

Looking up through mussed hair, she watched as he left the room, not even bothering to make sure she was all right.

What the hell had just happened?

* * * *

He reappeared ten minutes or so later, striding into the room as if everything was perfectly normal. He dropped a wet towel in her lap and said, “Clean yourself up, we’ve got stuff to do.”

She blinked, “What?”

“We need to find those papers so I can leave. Move your ass, will ya?”

Shit, she thought as she grabbed onto the chair’s seat and leveled herself to a standing position. She bit her lip when her leg muscles shook and her insides screamed. That had been rough. Good but rough. It was going to take her a while to feel like a human being again. On that note, she grabbed onto the desk and pushed herself towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I need a bath.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’m not asking for your opinion, Kevin!” she snapped, not even looking back at him. She was focused on finding balance and getting to her bathroom in one piece.