A Perfect Fit (2 page)

          “Oh, no you don’t, darlin!” He moved in and leaned against her. The hand on her thigh was warm, almost caressing, as it moved along her skin. “I plan to use this later.”

         
This
, meaning his cock. He had an erection the size of a Kielbasa sausage. She stiffened and sucked in her breath. Her heart was hammering in her chest. His voice sounded low, husky. Did he rape the other women first? She couldn’t recall. As a different kind of threat entered her mind, Marissa turned wild against her assailant. She began to attack him with her hands, but it was over before it began. With one smooth move, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. His body held the rest of hers immovable.

          She whimpered helplessly. Struggling for breath behind his crushing hand, her eyes round with terror. If she could just make a little noise, something to alert anyone outside her door, she might have a chance. But she couldn’t budge him.

          “You have a lot to learn about protecting yourself, Miss Lambert.”

         
What?
His voice had turned serious. Marissa became still when he used her name. She stared up at the shadowy outline of his features, only able to make out the glitter of his eyes. He was close enough that she could smell his aftershave, something appealingly light, and teasing. The hands circling her wrists had relaxed somewhat, but his grip was still firm enough to keep her where he wanted her.

          “Who the hell are you?”

          “Beau Evans, at your service, ma’am.”

          Beau Evans! Oh, lord. All the energy and fear drained out of Marissa when it dawned on her that she was going to be okay. Then anger surfaced because he’d frightened her unnecessarily.

          “Get off me!” She made the mistake of trying to dislodge him by arching her lower body against him.

          He thrust right back, indifferent to his hard-on.

          She gasped.

          He grunted.

          Marissa found herself released at once. When he stepped back, she moved away from him and went back to the phone. As she reached for it, she could hear a frantic Kirk on the other end.

          “Marissa! Is everything all right? Marissa! Marissa!” he screamed into the receiver.

          Marissa brought the phone to her ear, not surprised to see she was trembling from what just happened. Beau Evans had a lot of explaining to do before she fired him, but not before she calmed Kirk down.

          “I’m here”

          “What happened? I thought I heard a scuffle going on. Do I need to call the police?”

          “I’m okay. I just fired your bodyguard. He didn’t take it too well.”

          “What? You can’t fire him. He works for me.”

          Now it was Marissa’s turn. “What?” Apparently, he was serious about her well being, if he was willing to use his own money. “Kirk, I can take care of”

          “What? I can’t hear you. I’m going through a tunnel. I’m glad you’re okay. Talk to you again soon. Enjoy your weekend. Bye, love.” He hung up. Marissa pulled the phone from her ear, ready to explode. A tunnel, in Gainesville, Florida?

          There was an unexpected knock at the door. “Miss Lambert, is everything okay?”

          A light came on and Marissa turned to face Beau Evans. He’d moved to the door where the light switch was located. She was ready to blast the man for the scare he’d given her, and then fire him. But all that changed the moment she saw who she was dealing with. He was the incredibly handsome stud who’d been watching her in the audience. The one with the intense, I want to fuck you right now stare.

         
He’s my bodyguard?

          Marissa tried to swallow. She wasn’t usually nervous by nature, but this Texas cowboy was nothing like what she had envisioned. And the way he was looking her over now caused a flood of desire through her body. He had nerve. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he found her attractive. His sexy, crooked smile didn’t undermine the look of determination on his face, though. He meant business.

          And Marissa knew then that Beau Evans was going to be trouble.

Chapter 2

          “Miss Lambert?” Another knock sounded. There was obvious concern and panic in the speaker’s tone.

          Beau kept his burning gaze on her, and reached blindly for the doorknob. He opened it a tad. “Miss Lambert is okay.” He closed the door without looking at the person on the other side.

          Handsome stud or not, Marissa decided to get right to the point. “Nothing against you, but you’re fired.” She tried to ignore the tiny scar at the corner of his sensual mouth.

          “I don’t work for you. You can’t fire me.” He cocked a brow. “Even if you can take care of yourself.” His sexy drawl clearly said he didn’t think so.

          Marissa pressed her lips together. “You caught me by surprise.” All of him caught her by surprise. He had the whole package right down to his muddy cowboy boots. He was a true Texan, and nothing close to her unflattering description to Kirk.

          He laughed. “You think the killer is going to announce himself?”

          Damn him! “Well, maybe I can’t fire you, but after what you just did, I can call your boss and demand another bodyguard.” Marissa slapped her hands on her full hips.

          Why is he laughing again?

          “My brothers and I own Evan’s Security and I’m afraid they’re all on assignments right now.”

          Good God, there was more like him?

          “I’m afraid I’m stuck with you.”

          Marissa was preoccupied with the way his sensuous mouth formed the words, until what he said reached her on a conscious level.
He
was stuck with
her
? Her gaze returned to his. There was amusement swimming in his chocolate eyes. Rich, decadent chocolate that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful. Her lips twitched in response. She liked a man with a sense of humor, even directed at her.

          Beau Evans was a big, well-proportioned man, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans revealed his powerful, muscular thighs. Marissa couldn’t help her wandering gaze as it moved down his body, then back up again. She gauged his height to be somewhere around six feet five. Not too many men made her feel small, but this one did.

          “So, where’s the hat, cowboy?”

          “In my truck.”

          It figured he’d have a truck. Didn’t all macho Texans?

          “What did you mean, ‘
I have a lot to learn
?’”

          “I’ll show you after you put some clothes on.”

          After years of modeling, Marissa was used to being in various states of undress around people. It came with the business, and she was very comfortable in her own skin. The minute she’d entered her dressing room she’d kicked off her heels and removed the sheer thigh length shirt.

          “I am wearing clothes.”

          If eyes could strip, she’d be naked right now. “If you insist, ma’am.”

          His gaze dropped to her breasts, which Marissa knew were all but spilling out of the tight corset. Then she remembered the hard-on pressed against her during their struggles. Had she known then what she knew now, she might have had a little fun with him. The thought of his dick sliding into her cock-starved pussy caused her nipples to tighten into painful peaks of arousal. Then incredibly, her clit began to tingle.

          Damn! This was new. She’d never reacted sexually to a man this fast before, and especially to a stranger. But looking at Beau, Marissa knew immediately that he was different. Instant attraction? She shrugged inwardly. It was possible. Or so her sister insisted. Dani had met and married Rob after only knowing him a week. And they’d been together eight years and three kids now. 

          By the time Beau met her eyes there was a warm lazy look in his that told Marissa he liked what he was looking at, too. A lot. A fact backed up by the still present bulge behind his zipper. The fact that he wanted her fueled her desire out of bounds. It also gave her a naughty idea. How strong was this Texan’s will power? It was crazy, but she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to test him.

          “Well, before I can get dressed, I have to undress.” Normally Marissa would have called for an assistant. She sashayed up to Beau. “I need help, cowboy. Can you please unlace me so I can get out of this thing?” She presented her back to him, then lifted her hair out of the way and waited, holding her breath. She had to admit, the thought of his eyes roaming over her body made her hot.

          There was the slightest of hesitations before she heard his low drawl, “Yes ma’am.”

          Warm breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her flesh, and was surprised at how proficiently his fingers worked at undoing the laces that held her corset closed. It wasn’t long before Marissa felt the bodice give way, and then she was able to take in a deep breath again. When she felt Beau’s hands at the small of her back, she knew he was almost done. Then he sucked in his breath, and hesitated. Marissa smiled, knowing why.

          “Is that an order, darlin?” His tone seemed a little raspy.

          He was referring to the tattoo she had across the top of her buttocks.
Fuck me hard and fast.
She’d done it on a dare. Realizing where his gaze was turned her hotter.

          The vixen inside her prompted her into leaning closer to him. She glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact. “More like a…suggestion.” Their gazes held. Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was acting. But she was suddenly horny beyond belief, and something about this big Texan got her juices flowing.

          A tick appeared in his clean-shaven jaw. “Something tells me you like shocking people Miss Lambert.”

          Miss Lambert? So he was determined to keep it business between them. His way of remaining professional.
Interesting.
She was more determined than ever to break down his self-control, and as his hands continued what they were doing Marissa let her hair fall.

          “Almost done?”

          “You’ll know when I’m done,” he growled.

          It sounded like a threat but she detected the rough passion in his tone. Then she felt his hands return to her waist, just above the flare of her hips. Nostrils flaring like a wild animal catching the scent of his mate, the look in his eyes darkened. He looked edgy, even dangerous. She smiled knowingly and turned back around.

         
Will he take the bait?
Marissa hoped so. There was something wicked and hot about letting the moment compel you into doing it with a stranger. Deep down she knew it was wrong, and careless. But she refused to listen to reason.

         
I don’t want to listen to reason! I want him to ravish me. To strip me naked and fuck me hard and fast.

          The lust flowing through her blood urged Marissa to react without thinking. She arched her bottom until she was able to brush against the front of his jeans. It wasn’t a light touch and she didn’t even try to pretend it was an accident. Her breathing picked up speed as she moved her butt in a rotating motion over his throbbing cock. She caught Beau’s hiss, right before he ripped open the back of her corset.

          Marissa caught her breath, slightly surprised at the force in which he moved. Nothing else mattered now except how badly she wanted his hands on her body.

          “I don’t play games, lady.” He muttered the words against the back of Marissa’s neck. They were angry and passionate at the same time, revealing his conflicting emotions.

          “Neither do I, cowboy,” she murmured softly, swaying slightly with a hunger that was weakening her soul, reminding her that she’d been too long without a lover.

          “I’m warning you. If this goes any further it won’t stop until I’m fucking you up against that wall.”

         
Oh my!
The visual he created was Marissa’s undoing. His words produced an immediate response in her body. Wetness flooded her pussy and soaked the material covering her mound. Her clit throbbed and zinged with desire. She moaned softly, and the next time she brushed her bottom against Beau’s zipper she made certain there was no question of what she wanted. He held her tightly by the hips and thrust his hips where she planted her butt. Consumed with arousal, she covered his hands and held them against her, afraid he would come to his senses and stop.

          Beau’s response was a savage animal like sound. His hands moved inside Marissa’s corset and he pulled the clinging garment down her body and legs in one rapid motion. She stepped out of it and would have turned around, only he had other ideas. His arms came around her and without warning, his hands were roughly cupping her full breasts.

          Marissa moaned loudly and thrust her heaving flesh further into his calloused palms with abandon, silently letting him know that she liked what he was doing. His fingers tweaked her nipples until they burned sweetly, before one hand trailed a path of fire down her belly. His caress turned feather light, tickling her. Only Marissa’s soft laugh ended with a low sigh of intense bliss.