Blue Knight (12 page)

“No,” she breathed, her heart thundering. But she lifted her lips up for more and knew she was lost. Daniel was going to get his way.

“‘No’ is a good word,” he agreed. “I can hear you screaming it as I make you come.” His hand stroked her thigh through the soft linen, trailing up to her hip, slipping over the belt to her waist and caressing her skin through the silk. His thumb made soft semicircles on her flesh beneath her breast and she moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid over her lower lip. “So is ‘yes’. Say ‘yes’, Olivia. Say it.” His voice was a purr, as his lips brushed hers, promising so much more with each delicate touch.

“I’m afraid to say ‘yes’.” The confession pushed from her, then she held her breath, waiting for his ridicule.

Daniel lifted his lips from hers and looked into her eyes. “Why be afraid?” he said gently. “The chances of any of us getting out of here are growing slimmer with each passing day. You really think Serrano is going to just let us go, shrug and say ‘sorry’ to the United Nations and expect they’ll give him full diplomatic status after this?”

Again, it was not the reaction she had been expecting. She remembered to breathe again and bit her lip, puzzling over it. Daniel was right. “Then why is he doing it?”

“Because he hasn’t figured it out for himself yet. He’s still operating under the illusion that he can blackmail the United States into being his allies and wrench diplomatic status out of the U.N. But as soon as he tries it and realizes he can’t, he’s not going to admit he’s got us all here. He’s going to get rid of the evidence as swiftly as possible and sterilize this hotel. It’ll be like we were never here. A Marie Celeste for real.”

She frowned. “Then that day is going to come very soon, now that Serrano is here.”

Daniel nodded. “So why worry about consequences?” he asked her reasonably. “Why worry about anything much at all except what you want?”

“Is that what you’re doing?”

His thumb stroked her lip where she had chewed it. “Yes.” His voice was very low.

Olivia reached for him, but Daniel pushed her back again. “Say it, Olivia.”

“Want to crow over me, is that it? Your ego needs the full victory and nothing short?”

He shook his head. “You need to hear yourself saying it. You’re too good at denial.”

“You’re kidding.”

But Daniel just stood there, watching her, his hands loose about her waist. She throbbed with the idea of him sliding those hands a few inches higher and cupping her breasts. Her breasts ached at the idea.

“This is ridiculous,” she fumed.

He smiled and bent to lick the nape of her neck, making her shudder and sending a ripple the length of her spine. “You want me. You just have to say it.” His teeth nipped her neck and his tongue caressed it in a rough stroke.

“Yes, I want you,” she said and gasped as his tongue thrust into her ear.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked.

She pushed back on his shoulder. Hard. It was enough to make him step away from her. “Your turn,” she said, reaching for her belt.

“What?”

“Your turn. You want me. You just have to say it. Convincingly. I’m a diplomat and I know bullshit when I hear it.” She slipped the belt undone and the button beneath and reached for the fly.

Daniel was watching her with avid concentration. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Waiting for you to declare yourself.” She pulled the fly down and in the quiet passage it made a tiny hissing noise. Her trousers settled low around her hips. In this light, Daniel would be able to see the blue lace thong beneath.

He cleared his throat. “Olivia….” His voice was thick with arousal.

“I’m waiting.” She turned so that her back was to him and lowered the pants to her ankles, bending at the hips. There wasn’t much room in the passage and Daniel was only a step away. She could almost feel his hips against her ass as she bent over. Her pussy squeezed hard, pressing out more moisture. The picture of her ass and the lace thong would be a temptation to him.

But he didn’t rise to the bait. She stepped out of the trousers, keeping her low stilettos on. She threw the trousers over a bend in one of the pipes. Still keeping her back to Daniel, she reached up for the clip holding up her hair and pulled it out. She shook her hair out and looked over her shoulder at Daniel.

“You’re very reluctant to admit—” But that was as far as she got.

Daniel pushed her up against the wall with a choked oath. His hands suddenly seemed to be everywhere, but most importantly, they were fumbling at her shirt, trying to release the tiny buttons she knew he dared not rip away down here in the public rooms. She slipped them undone beneath his fingers.

Finally his hands found her breasts and she bit back her cry.

“Yes, I want you,” Daniel breathed in her ear as he plucked at her nipples and rolled them. “I want you badly enough I haven’t slept for two nights and the women you hate to see me with have left me unsatisfied since the night I saw your long legs and your revulsion. I want you enough that I wonder what might happen if we do survive this nightmare.”

Olivia gripped the wall with the flat of her hands as his fingers stroked her breasts and his pelvis ground into her ass. She could feel his cock straining against his pants. Dimly, she marveled at the poetic beauty of Daniel’s words.

“Fuck me,” she groaned as his hand curled over her mons and pressed between her legs. “Quickly,” she added.

“Yes,” he agreed. His hand gripped the lace and pulled. With a dull tearing sound, the panties shredded themselves into pieces around her hips. Daniel removed the lace scraps and she heard the sound of tearing foil and looked over her shoulder again. He had opened his pants and was fitting a condom onto his cock. The shaft was thick and crawling with veins and the head was flaring, purple and wide.

She shuddered. “Hurry.”

“This time,” he conceded and crowded her back up against the wall. His warm breath fanned her cheek as his hands gripped her hips. “Push back against me again,” he murmured.

She smiled. “You did like it. Like this, you mean?” She walked her hands down the wall and pushed her ass back, bending from the hips. Her legs were already spread.

Daniel thrust into her, all the way into her, in one hard, masterful stroke and came to rest buried to the hilt, just as she completed her push back. He sagged over her, his hand splayed against the wall by hers. “God,” he said, his voice ragged.

Olivia could barely breathe. Her heart was thundering in her ears and her chest seemed to be locked tight by the swift possession. His cock was thick and hot inside her. It had been so long since she’d had a man inside her! She was trembling with the feeling of fullness.

“You’re hot around me. Hot and soft, but yet….” He pulled almost all the way out of her, then rammed back in with the same hard thrust.

Olivia rolled her head back. There was a tightening in her pussy that she recognized with amazement. “I’m not going to last,” she warned him, her voice throaty and rich with arousal.

“Two of us,” Daniel muttered. His hands tightened on her hips and his cock slammed into her, the strokes shortening and deepening. “Come with me.”

She knew what he was asking. She dropped her hand to her throbbing, excluded clit. It was soaked with her juices and at the first touch of her fingers, she knew it would take very little to push her climax over the top. She massaged the swollen nub gently and bucked as her climax rushed at her, shuddering at the glorious sensation of having Daniel’s cock inside her as she tightened up, her body clenching as she climaxed.

It was powerful, beating at her temples and behind her eyes. Daniel kept thrusting until she felt him come in hard little thrusts and spasms, his breath stopping. Her own climax gripped her the entire time, washing through her in successive waves of pleasure that made her jerk and moan.

When Daniel withdrew from her, she couldn’t prevent the little sound of disappointment that fell from her lips. She turned to find him stripping the used condom from his still erect cock. He twisted and sealed and tucked away the condom.

He looked at her and raised a brow, then lifted her chin. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet.”

Daniel’s lips brushed Olivia’s. “Pick up your pants.”

She pulled them off the pipe. “Why?”

“So I can do this.” He lifted her up so that she fell over his shoulder, her ass up in the air. “Stay silent for a moment,” he murmured and stepped out of the cramped passageway.

She froze. He was going to carry her around with her naked butt up in the air? She clutched at him, her pants against his back, as he strode down the corridor toward the deserted kitchen. She felt rather than saw him straight-arm the swinging doors open. Then she was laid upon cold steel. One of the prep tables.

Daniel grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge and her shoulders slid along the steel with the silk shirt beneath them. His eyes in the still dim light seemed too dark to give out anything but mystery. He spread her legs, his fingers stroking her thighs, which made them quiver. “Beautiful,” he declared.

“You’re a leg man,” she decided.

“I was speaking of all of you,” he said. “But your legs are absolutely a delight.” He lifted her knee and straightened her leg, resting his hand under the ankle. “Gorgeous, in fact.” He kissed the instep and she caught her breath, which made him smile. He slowly began to lick and nibble his way from her ankle to the top of her inner thigh, pausing to stroke with his tongue, tease and torture her as the mood struck him. Long before he reached her pussy, she was writhing on the table, panting and trying to clutch at his head and bring his mouth to where she wanted it.

But Daniel evaded her grip and merely extended her other leg. For long minutes, he sucked and licked his way from her ankle to her inner lips. When he reached the top of her leg, he thrust his tongue inside her pussy.

She cried out and gripped the edges of the table in a death grip as his tongue probed and swiped, stroking at her swollen, sensitive flesh, lifting higher and teasing at her clit, until finally he sucked the organ into his mouth and his teeth and tongue toyed with it in a medley of strokes and pressures that made Olivia squirm wildly on the tabletop. Her breath steepened and her heart zoomed. She was going to come again. Unbelievably so.

Then Daniel thrust his fingers into her cunt, far inside. He worked them deep and thrust them hard against her G-spot as his mouth and tongue tortured her clit.

Olivia’s world exploded. Her breath locked in her chest as her climax ripped through her and it seemed like minutes on end before she could draw breath. And then, when she could, she screamed.

Daniel’s hand covered her mouth almost instantly, but it was too late. She had made a sound that could be mistaken for nothing other than a woman enjoying herself.

The last of her orgasm shuddered through her as Daniel watched the door. Then he lifted his hand away and shook his head, with a smile.

She grinned back. “All your fault,” she said.

Then they heard the voices. Near and coming nearer. Spanish.

“I told you I heard something down here,” came one voice. Male.

“And there is not a thing here at all,” came the second.

Daniel’s arm came around her waist. He lifted her up off the table, hauled her over the edge of it and down onto the floor behind it. There was a big stainless steel cabinet there and he pushed her behind. She crawled into the space between the cabinet, the wall and the big solid side of the commercial steel table.

Daniel crowded in behind her as the two voices stepped into the kitchen.

“Nothing, see?”

“Out in the corridor?”

“The door is closed.”

“It is a swing door. They might have gone that way.”

“It would still be swinging.”

“Look, you want to chase after ghosts, or you want to go watch Serrano scare the shit out of the silly prisoners? We are supposed to line them up at six for inspection. It could be fun.”

“More fun than this place has been the last month. All right. We should go back.”

There was a soft shuffle of boots, then silence.

Daniel looked down at his illuminated watch face.

“How long until six?” Olivia asked.

“Forty minutes.” He backed out of the squeeze and helped her out.

She shook out her linen trousers.

“We have to get back to our rooms and shower,” Daniel said. “Fresh clothes. Fresh everything. But don’t wash your hair.”

She hesitated, staring at him. “They’ll inspect me that closely?”

“Serrano is looking for any leverage now. The inspection is only forty minutes away. You’ll reek of sex and they’ll use it to get at me and they’ll use me to make you break.” He cupped her cheek. “You’re too soft. Most people are too soft.”

She thrust her leg into her pants. “Are you detouring into your standard security lecture for the morning after, Daniel?”

When he didn’t answer, she looked up at him. He grimaced, the expression making his mouth twist savagely. There wasn’t enough light to see the expression in his eyes. “The words are practiced, but it’s still the truth.”

“No, it’s not. I’m stronger than you think.” She thrust the other leg inside and fastened her trousers. “You keep making that mistake.”

“You keep making bad decisions. I can’t see it any other way.”

“I keep making bad decisions about you,” she corrected gently. “For everything else I do just fine.”

“Ouch.” He handed her the hairclip she thought she had left behind in the narrow passageway. “Can you get your hair up without a mirror?”

“Of course.” She took the clip. “It’s not the first time I’ve had to dress in the dark in a hurry.”

She wished it was light enough to see Daniel’s expression, because for once he was speechless.

* * * * *

Twenty-four hours after the wedding, Téra wasn’t any closer to learning why Lucas wouldn’t touch her, even though he clearly wanted her. The more remarkable thing was that the whole camp wasn’t buzzing with the fact that Captain De la Cruz had the hots for Colonel Peña’s sister. Somehow, astonishingly, Lucas had managed to hide his obsession.