Dangerous Surrender (18 page)

“Come in,” Taylor called out. She looked up when he stepped inside and caught his gaze in the mirror. She’d pulled her shirt up and was attempting to put on another bandage by herself. He hated that she’d been hurt but she never mentioned it or acted injured so he’d almost forgotten about it. For a civilian, she’d been handling things so damn well it impressed him.

“I’ll do that.” Shutting the door behind him, he crossed the distance to her.

She turned to face him, her lips pulling up at the corners. “I can do it.”

“I know, but it gives me an excuse to touch you,” he murmured.

She made a pleased sound, but didn’t respond as he started cleaning the small wound. He still couldn’t believe how lucky she’d gotten. That being a relative term considering she’d been shot in the first place. At that thought he had more fantasies of strangling Neal Lynch.

“Can you lift your shirt higher?” he asked as he grabbed one of the white gauzy pads from the first aid kit. It had pretty much scabbed over but it was better to keep it covered while it was healing.

Wordlessly she pulled her shirt up and over her head. His fingers froze on the pad for a moment as his eyes fell to her bra and the gorgeous breasts it encased. The scraps of lace didn’t do much to hide anything. Last night he’d seen every inch of her, had finally been able to savor sucking on those light brown nipples and full breasts while listening to her moan. He wasn’t going to bother asking her what she was doing because it was pretty damn obvious.

And he was done with showing restraint. He shifted uncomfortably, his erection pushing insistently against his pants. “Escobar went to grab food and Garza is standing guard outside the condo. We’ve got about an hour until Wyatt’s team gets here,” he said, his voice surprisingly even for the lust surging through him. Moving quickly he secured the pad with the white adhesive roll from the kit.

Her responding grin was like a punch to his solar plexus. “What can we do in an hour?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

The rational part of his brain told him to move slowly, to give her foreplay but after last night, after having a taste of her, of hearing how she sounded when she climaxed… Foreplay could come later. He needed to be inside her, feel her close around him. Reaching for the button of her dark jeans, he said, “Tell me if I hurt you.”

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it over his head, her movements almost frantic, mirroring the way he felt. Moments later they were both naked and before he could stop her—not that he wanted to—she was on her knees in front of him, her fingers wrapped around his erection.

The smile on her face as she looked at his cock and licked her lips was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. When she leaned forward and wrapped that sexy mouth around his hard length, he groaned, letting his head fall back. But just for a second because he wanted to watch. He grasped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

Through heavy-lidded eyes he stared down at her, mesmerized as she sucked him deep in her mouth, making appreciative sounds as she stroked. When she shifted slightly, leaning forward to take him deeper, her hair fell from her shoulders. He dragged his fingers through her hair, loosely holding the back of her head as she moved.

His lower spine tingled as pleasure pulsed through him in waves. God, her
mouth
. Just the feel of her teasing him like this was almost too much. But watching his cock disappear in and out of her mouth—She gently cupped his balls and he knew he wouldn’t last long. Fucking embarrassing, but damn, being naked with Taylor took away all his typical control.

He needed to get it back. To get her off before he came. Though it was almost painful to stop her, he rolled his hips back, pulling away from her.

She made a protesting sound, but when he reached under her arms and lifted her up, the heat in her bright eyes nearly undid him.

Unable to find his voice he reached between their bodies, cupping her mound. He felt her slickness even before he’d pushed a finger inside her. She coated him, the proof of her desire flooring him. She was this turned on for him, after going down on him.

Her fingers dug into his chest as she arched into his hold. He wanted nothing more than to capture her mouth with his and plunge his cock deep inside her. But he knew if he started kissing her he’d take her right here and now on the floor or counter. Which he planned to do, but he needed to get back some control first.

“Turn toward the mirror,” he ordered.

She paused for a second but did as he said. Grabbing a condom from his pants, he ripped it open and quickly rolled it on as he turned to face her.

Her hands were on the counter and her legs spread as she watched him in the mirror. Moving behind her, he grabbed one of her hips and reached around to her front as he pulled her flush against his chest. Sliding his hand up her flat stomach he stopped under one of her breasts before cupping it.

He kept his gaze on her face, watching as she tracked his movements. Her breathing hitched up a notch when he flicked his thumb over her already hard nipple. Oh yeah, it wasn’t going to take long to push her over the edge. Or him.

God, his entire body pulled tight with need, desire. He could hardly stand it, he wanted inside her so bad. Brushing her long hair forward, he leaned down and started feathering kisses along the back of her neck. “Touch your clit,” he murmured.

She jerked against him, her butt rubbing against his erection at his order. He could do it, but he wanted to see her touch herself, to know that she had no problem when he gave orders in bed. Or against a bathroom counter.

He liked control in the bedroom, always had, and he knew he needed a partner who meshed with him on this level. He wasn’t into chains and shit, but he did like to take control.

Without pause she reached between her legs and started stroking herself, her blue eyes locked on his in the mirror as he nipped down on one of her shoulders.

“Feel good?”

She nodded, her lips parted a fraction, eyes glazed with pleasure.

“Want to feel my cock in you?”

In response, she moaned, pushing back and wriggling against him. He couldn’t help himself even if he’d wanted to. Grinning, he lightly pressed his teeth into her shoulder, raking over her skin.

He was so damn hard and she was so incredibly wet that when he nudged her entrance, he slid right in. She was tight, like he’d known she would be after feeling his fingers inside her, and he didn’t want to be anywhere else but inside her tight, wet body.

Groaning, she arched back, pushing against him so that he slid fully to the hilt. She clutched onto the counter as her head fell forward, as if she was savoring the feel of him buried inside her.

Without moving, he slowly kissed and nipped his way across her back to her other shoulder, the feel of her soft skin perfection. “I didn’t say you could stop touching yourself.” There was an edge to his voice he knew she couldn’t miss.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. For a moment he worried the way he was ordering her would make her pull back. Instead, her full lips curved into a wicked grin as she reached between her legs again and started stroking herself.

And wasn’t that the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Rolling his hips back, he pulled out before plunging deep inside her. Knowing how sensitive she was after last night, he cupped both her breasts and began teasing her nipples, gently at first. When he rolled and slightly pinched them, she jerked back against him, trying to make him increase his rhythm.

So he buried himself completely inside her and held onto one of her hips, keeping her tight against him. The pleasure that shot through him at the feel of her tight body had all his muscles tensing in anticipation. It wouldn’t be long now. God, he needed her to come first. Craved the sounds she made.

Her eyes were dilated, her breathing uneven as she looked at him in the mirror. Sliding the hand down that had been holding her hip, he pushed hers out of the way and started stroking her clit in the rhythm he’d learned she needed.

Just like that, her inner walls spasmed and clenched around him as her orgasm slammed into her.

“Roman,” she rasped out his name, a ragged moan on her lips.

He continued stroking her clit as her head fell forward, her eyes closing. She murmured his name and other indecipherable words as she came. He drank in the sight of her losing herself to her climax and let go of his control.

Unable to stop the groan that tore from him, he thrust into her over and over, his own release following on the heels of hers with a sharpness he hadn’t expected. His balls pulled up tight and all the muscles in his body pulled taut as he let go.

“Taylor,” he moaned, burying her face against her neck as he came down from his high. Wrapping his arm around her middle, he kept her close to his body, loving the feel of her back against his chest.

As their breathing returned to normal, he met her gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed as she gave him an intimate smile.

“Remember what I said about not wanting anything serious?” he asked quietly.

She tensed in his hold and he could feel her inner walls clench around his now half-hard length. She nodded, her expression wary.

“I’m full of shit. We’re going to be doing this again. A lot. And I’m not sharing you with anyone else.” Because if they weren’t serious she’d be free to date other people. The thought of that made something jealous and foreign flare inside him. Yeah, he didn’t like that idea at all.

She grinned and wiggled against him, making him groan against her neck again. “Good, because I’m not sharing you either.”

Fine by him.

Hating to do it, he pulled out of her and disposed of the condom as she turned to face him. “So…you want to see where this thing between us goes?” he asked.

Nodding, she bit her bottom lip. “Yes. It’s probably crazy to even entertain something between us right now, but… I feel like I’d really regret it if we didn’t give whatever’s happening between us a chance. Are we crazy?”

He let out a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Who cares if we are?” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. God, he could lose himself in her all day. As he deepened the kiss, a sharp knock on the door made him pull back.

He’d heard the alarm briefly beep before it was turned off and had assumed it was Escobar returning since no one else knew the code. Still, moving on instinct, he pushed her behind him.

“Roman?” Escobar called out before he could say anything.

“Yeah.”

“Taylor’s getting a call. Unknown number.”

They both sprang into action, hurriedly tugging their clothes on. Taylor was faster than him by a second, grabbing the door as Roman finished pulling his shirt over his head.

Escobar stood there, phone in hand. The ring was a soft chiming sound. She snagged it from the other man, but Roman plucked it from her before she could answer. She made a yelping sound, but he ignored her, stepping into the bedroom as he answered.

“Hello?”

There was a short pause. “Is Taylor available?” The slightly accented male voice gave away who the caller was. Or who Roman guessed it was.

“Alexei?”

Another pause, this time longer. “Who is this?”

“The friend of hers you threatened. She’s going to help you get what you want, but then you have no reason to contact her again. And anything you say to her, goes through me. Understand?”

“I will speak only to her.”

Roman snorted. “Then you’re done. Good luck getting that five hundred thou for your boss.” He hung up.

“Roman! Why did you do that?” Taylor sounded horrified, her expression matching her tone when he turned to look at her and Escobar.

Escobar answered before he could. “Because he had to establish ground rules. Someone like this only respects power and we need to let him know who’s in control.”

Exactly,
Roman thought.

Taylor started to say something but the phone rang again. Unknown number. Roman answered. “Yes?”

“I will need confirmation from the woman that she will do what we request.” There was an underlying note of impatience in his voice. And the terms were clearly vague in case this was being recorded.

“I’m putting you on speaker,” Roman said, pressing the button. “She can hear you.”

“How long will it take to transfer everything?” Alexei asked, his words clipped.

She looked at Roman as she spoke, her expression tense. “Not long. Couple hours at the most. I’ll need someone to transfer everything to though.”

For the next couple minutes Taylor talked to the Russian mob enforcer, writing down benign enough information for who the boat’s title would be transferred to and she gathered what she’d need to make it happen. Roman figured she’d do that magic of hers, probably some of it illegal, and he was just counting down the seconds until this was all behind her. Behind them.

As soon as Taylor was done, Roman took the phone off speaker. “You still there?”

“Yes.” A terse answer.

Roman nodded at Escobar, silently asking him to keep Taylor in the room as he left. Thankfully she didn’t argue or try to follow as he strode from the room. He didn’t give a shit that this guy was part of the mob. Roman had better training than most people on the planet and he’d been trained to kill in too many methods to count.