Hot Ice (A Hostile Operations Team Novel - Book 7) (17 page)

But then he shifted and took her nipple in his mouth, the angle of his penis bumping right up against the nerves in her clitoris. He sucked her nipple deep and slammed into her again and again, slower but harder now—and Grace sailed over the edge, crying out.

She might have said his name, God’s name, obscenities—she wasn’t sure what she said, but the words poured out of her as her body broke in wave after wave of the strongest climax she’d ever had. Was it the excitement of doing it with someone she barely knew? The illicitness of misbehaving with her bodyguard?

Or was it the chemistry between them that made her willing to give everything she had and damn the consequences?

She was still coming when he clamped her hips and held her hard, his body stiffening as he poured himself into her. He swore as he came, his voice ragged and hoarse.

When it was over, when she could finally breathe again, she could still hear the rain coming down outside, slapping on the deck and the roof, drenching everything. She lay beneath Garrett, feeling the reassuring weight of him pressing her into the mattress. Her legs were quivering and her breathing was still fast, but her body was more relaxed than it had been in weeks.

He levered himself up on an elbow and searched her face. She couldn’t bear to see regret there, so she tugged him down and kissed him, their tongues twining at a much more leisurely pace this time.

He rolled over, pulling her with him until she was on top, her body stretched out over his. That’s when she realized his jeans were still halfway down his legs. They’d been in such a hurry that he’d never managed to undress completely. Now he kicked them free, and they dropped to the floor.

He ran a hand up and down her spine, and her body trembled as she lay with her head on his chest and sighed.
 

“That was hot, Grace. Incredibly hot.”

She heard what he didn’t say. “But it was also wrong, at least for you. Am I right?”

He sighed. “It’s not my finest moment as a bodyguard, that’s for sure.”

She propped her chin on her hand and gazed at him. “Never gotten frisky with the protectee before?”

“No.”
 

He ran a finger over her lips, and they tingled in response. Or maybe that was just from how sensitive they still were. Her entire body was sensitive, come to think of it.
 

“Never wanted to,” he added, and her heart gave a little kick.

“I’m sorry I tempted you then.” Except she wasn’t sorry at all. For the first time in a long time, she was… content.
 

“No you aren’t.”

She laughed. “No, not really. You shouldn’t have spanked me, Garrett. I lost my head.”

“Now I know the secret, don’t I? Uppity Grace Campbell gets turned on when her ass is stinging.”

She wanted to blush. Probably was blushing, but at least it was dark in here. “I don’t know that I was turned on by it so much as I was very angry with you for daring. I really did mean to tackle you.”

“I like the way you tackle.”

He shifted, and she felt him still inside her, still hard and big, and her body responded with heat and wetness.

“Why were there condoms in the nightstand?”

“It’s a safe house, set up and stocked for use at any time. Food, water, condoms, Band-Aids—I expect to find it all here.”

She touched his pectoral with her tongue. He was salty and hot, and she wanted to lick him up like ice cream. “I’m rather glad you did.”

“Grace, you keep doing that, we’re going for another round.”

“You promised me an entire night. One hot, dirty night, you said. I want it. I want it all.”

* * *

Mendez would string him up by the balls if he found out what Garrett had done to Senator Campbell’s princess, but the genie was out of the bottle. Too late to cram it back in.
 

Grace was hot and sexy and sweet, and he couldn’t stop now. One night. One hot, beautiful, sexy night with a buttoned-up scientist who wasn’t so buttoned up when he was making her come.

He loved that he made her writhe and beg. He loved the sound of her voice in his ear, her prim little pleas, her wet pussy clamping around him and making him insane with need as he stroked into her body.

Usually when he came, he was done. Time to say good night and leave whatever woman had given him pleasure with a kiss and a promise to call. A promise he never kept.

Even when he’d banged those two best friends a couple of months ago, he’d had no desire to call them again when it was done. Yeah, they’d given him a hell of a night, that was for sure—and would have given him more.

Every man’s fantasy—two hot babes horny for his dick—and he’d been done after one round. He’d gotten his rocks off—and theirs—and then he’d politely ushered them out of his hotel room.

But with Grace, he didn’t want to stop just yet. There was so much he hadn’t done to her. He wanted to push her limits and see just how far she could go, and he wanted her to shatter again and again while he did it.

His dick was still hard, still ready, but he had to get rid of this condom and get a new one. He had no idea how many there were in this damn house, but he’d search the premises if he had to. Because he intended to sink into Grace and not come up for air for hours.

They were safe. There were cameras on the perimeter, and a perimeter alarm to alert him to anyone breaching it. He’d set it when they’d arrived, and it remained blessedly quiet.
 

He got up and tugged Grace up with him, then pulled her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While it warmed, he removed the condom and retrieved another—there was a whole box, thank God—setting it on the vanity while he turned his attention to Grace.

She was standing with her arms wrapped around her body, a look of uncertainty in her pretty blue eyes. She was busy worrying her lower lip between her teeth. He dipped his head to her mouth and sucked her lip between his own. She moaned, catching him around the shoulders as she did so.

“You’re so sexy, Grace.”

Her breath caught. “You don’t have to say that.”

He set her away from him and studied her expression. “You really believe that shit you say, don’t you?” He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. “This doesn’t lie, cupcake.”

“Garrett…”

He slapped her ass and her eyes widened. Her fingers tightened convulsively on his dick and his heart kicked up. “Get in the shower, Grace. And then I want you to spread your legs and put your hands against the wall.”

The shower enclosure wasn’t big, but it was big enough. Grace stepped in without another word and did exactly as he told her. Garrett swallowed hard at the sight of her naked back, the dip right above her ass, the flare of her hips and those long, long legs spread wide. Her palms were against the tile, and he stepped in behind her, his cock riding the groove between her cheeks as he reached around and found her nipples. They were hard little pebbles, and she gasped as he pulled on them, tweaking them.

He grabbed the soap and poured some in his hands, then glided them over her wet body, returning again and again to her nipples.
 

She laid her forehead against the tile and moaned. He let his fingers drift down between her legs. Her clit was swollen, her lips plump. He glided his fingers lower, into the seam, and swallowed hard.

“So wet,” he said hoarsely. “Grace…
fuck
.”

“Yes, please,” she panted.
 

He nearly obliged her. But he wanted more than that right now. He dropped to his knees behind her, sliding his tongue into her wetness.

She cried out, and he flicked her clitoris as he fucked her with his tongue. She tilted her hips, giving him better reach. And then he turned until he was between her legs, facing her. He put her leg over his shoulder and spread her wide. She was looking down at him with such longing that a fierce wave of possession flooded him.

Slowly, he touched his tongue to her clit, his eyes never leaving hers. She shuddered and moaned, her eyes closing for a long moment.

“Look at me,” he told her, because he wanted to watch as she came.

Her eyes popped open. She looked a little scared, a little unsure—and a whole lot sexy.

He slid his tongue around her clit, sucked it softly, and then harder. She was panting now, riding his face with little jerks of her hips. He gripped her ass and held her to him when she would have backed away because the feeling was too intense.

“Garrett… I…
Fuck
.”

She shattered against his tongue, throwing her head back and crying out. He stood and turned her, barely remembering to reach for the condom and sheath himself. And then he was slamming into her from behind, holding her hips as he pumped into her again and again. He reached around and found her still-sensitive clit, worked it with his fingers while she said things to him he never thought proper Grace Campbell would say.

Hearing her say fuck a minute ago had driven him insane—this was even better.

When she came this time, he came with her, his balls tightening almost painfully before the pressure exploded and left him blinking and groaning and wondering where the hell he was for about two seconds.

As he came back to himself, he could hear his phone ringing in the other room where it was still attached to his jeans. It was Cammie’s tone, and his heart sank even while he turned and grabbed a towel. He jumped out of the shower, wrapped it around his waist, and left Grace standing in the shower alone.

CHAPTER TWELVE

GRACE WAS SPENT. Her body trembled and ached, but in the best ways possible. Little lightning bolts of sensation buzzed through her, aftershocks of the amazing sex she’d just had with Garrett. Nothing had ever felt so good before, so hot and illicit and addicting.

What a revelation to know sex could be that amazing, that shattering.

She finished washing, then turned off the shower and dried off. She didn’t have anything to put on, so she wrapped a towel around her body and went back into the bedroom. Garrett wasn’t there. She went out into the living room. He was standing by the back sliding glass door, staring out at the darkness, his phone to his ear.
 

“Cammie, sweetheart, I love you more than anything in this world. Your mama is wrong about that.” He blew out a breath. “No, baby, I don’t know why she would think such a thing. Go back to sleep, honey, and I’ll call you tomorrow. Daddy’s on a job right now and—honey, don’t cry. Yes, I might have to go silent for a while, but don’t I always call you? And you know you can call your grandmama and grandpapa anytime, okay? I’ll never leave you, baby. Never.”

Grace’s heart hurt listening to him. She thought maybe she should turn and go, give him some privacy, but she couldn’t seem to make herself move. He was a good man who loved his daughter, and apparently his ex-wife was in the business of making his life hell.

“I love you too, baby. Go to sleep. … All right. … Good night.”

His hand dropped to his side and he stood there, breathing hard and staring into the distance. Then he turned and put his fist into the wall as calmly as if he were taking a carton of juice from the fridge. Grace yelped in surprise. He looked up to see her standing there, but his expression didn’t soften.

After everything they’d just done together, he looked at her like she was a stranger. And she guessed she was, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care that he’d just put his fist into a wall. There was a hole in the sheetrock where he’d punched it.

“You better let me look at that,” she said, all business as she walked over to where he stood.

He didn’t say a word as she picked up his hand and examined his knuckles. “Just some scrapes and a little bleeding.” She felt her way around the bones of his hand. “Nothing broken, though it’s going to hurt when the bruises start to form tomorrow.”

“Grace.”

She looked up then. His eyes were filled with anger and sorrow and so many emotions she couldn’t even name them all. He reached up with his other hand and brushed his fingers against her cheek.

“You’re sweet. But my life… my life is complicated. Best to forget any of this happened tonight.”

Her heart squeezed. “I can’t do that,” she said softly. “And I don’t want to.”

He shook his head, his hand dropping away. “I can’t give you anything… You don’t even know who I am, what I do. You don’t know me at all.”

She pulled in a breath. And then she put her hands on her hips. “You are one arrogant man, you know that? I haven’t asked you for anything beyond tonight, have I? Am I so pitiful to you that you think I can’t have uncomplicated sex, that because we’ve been intimate that must mean I think we’re going to get engaged or something? Do you really think so little of me?”

“No.”

It was a curt answer, but she didn’t care. “Then please don’t treat me like I’m fragile, okay? Do me the courtesy of allowing me to make my own decisions. I’ll deal with the consequences.”

“You are an amazing woman, Grace Campbell,” he finally said after a long silence.

“I’m pleased you think so.” She reached for his hand, tugged gently. “Now come to bed and let’s get some sleep.”