On the Prowl (15 page)

Her firm lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, swallowing as much of him as she could. Her free hand pumped him eagerly as she pulled her mouth up to the engorged head and swirled her tongue around and around the purple tip before plunging back down.

When she hummed her pleasure the vibration crashed down his sensitive nerve endings to pool at the base of his sac. He almost came on the spot. He sat up swiftly, lifted her high and slid deep in one lightning quick stroke.

“Oh yes! Oh, Justin! Oh, god!” she babbled, an overloaded bundle of nerves but full of a need so beyond the physical, she was humbled by it.

“More!”

“Demanding woman, aren’t you?” Justin teased, his jaw clenched tightly as he listened to her demand that he take her harder, give her more, make her scream. Determined to keep his woman happy, he gave her just what she asked for.

He plumbed deep and almost died of the exquisite pleasure of being surrounded by her tight, gripping sheath. His blood churned thick and hot through his veins as he struggled to think clearly through the haze of bliss that was Delaine. He savored the feel of her strong hands as they touched him everywhere she could reach, blazing a trail up his chest and over his neck to fist in his hair. She yanked and pulled as she rode him.

Up off her knees in a move that surprised him, Delaine put her feet flat on the floor and squatted over him. Nothing touched him but her sweet, shaved core. She rode him like his dick had the antidote to her need loaded inside. He reached between their bodies and found her little swollen knot. His fingers pulled and stroked, drove her higher until the walls of her tight sheath squeezed him unmercifully.

She cried out when Justin lifted her off of him. She yelled for him to put her back. Put her back right now, damn it. Instead, he positioned her on her knees, chest against the bath seat, and plunged deep from behind. Now, she really did cry. The tears flowed down the wet skin of her cheeks as she pleaded for him to fulfill her need. She begged. Demanded. Screamed. And still he rocked into her, his balls slapping against her ass, only to slow down just enough to keep her release at bay.

“Justin, I can’t take anymore!” she yelled. “If you don’t…oh god…finish me, I’ll castrate. Your ass! Over! Breakfast!”

“Ah, baby, you feel so good!” Justin growled in response. “I could fuck you forever. This is my pussy. All mine.”

“Yes, Justin. Take it, take it now.”

“You sure this is mine, my pussy?” he panted into her hair.

“Yesssssss!”

He pistoned into her, the veins of his thick staff stimulating her beyond reason. She felt her orgasm begin down in her toes, streak up her thighs and circle around her hips. Then it dove straight down and she erupted like a sunburst where their bodies were joined.

Justin filled her completely, pushing himself to the place only he could reach until he was submerged in her. Delaine reached back between her legs and pressed against the sensitive spot underneath his balls. It was over. His head flew back on a loud cry as his seed geysered against her womb, triggering another round of shuddering deep inside her thirsty heat.

They basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking until the water ran cold. Finally remembering Delaine still had conditioner in her hair, he washed it out for her before they washed each other quickly and headed for the big bed to fall into an exhausted stupor. But not before Justin admitted to himself that he was in deep. And he had no desire to be anywhere else.

In the morning he would tell Delaine who he was and exactly what he was doing at Astin Pharma, consequences be damned.

* * * * *

Oh hell, it was almost time to meet Pam for breakfast again. After the night with Justin, she wasn’t sure she was up to it. She rolled over and bumped into his broad, muscular back. Not only had the gorgeous hunk saved her neck, but he’d laid some sex down on her like she’d never had it before. And she’d be damned if he didn’t have the sexiest ass she’d ever seen on a man. Sigh. She hadn’t found out what he was doing down in The Vault, but since he hadn’t killed or exposed her, she could only assume he worked there. But for who?

“Hey, you,” she whispered sleepily, shaking Justin’s shoulder on a yawn. It was like trying to shake a mountain. She ran her fingers through his red bed-head and crooned against the back of his neck. “Get up, honey, I need to get going.”

Justin groaned, rolled over and smashed the pillow down over his head. She poked him in the ribs in the only spot on his hard body she’d found to be ticklish. He flinched and was out of the bed in two snaps, taking half the covers with him. She watched his eyes drop to her washboard stomach then slide lower to the smooth triangle between her legs. The predator was back with a wicked gleam in his eye and a cock rising to attention before her very eyes.

Oh damn! Delaine jumped out of the bed, snatched a pair of jeans and a tee shirt off the chest at the foot of the bed and fled the room, calling over her shoulder, “I’m meeting Pam in an hour. I’ll shower in the guest bathroom, ’cause if I shower with you I’ll never get out of here.”

He taunted her fleeing back, “Damn straight! Come back here and take it like a man, er, wo-man!”

A buck naked Delaine ran down the stairs and headed to one of the guest bathrooms. Afterward, she went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. She stood near the phone, nibbling on a fingernail, contemplating. Finally picking it up, her nails tap, tap, tapped against the gray granite countertop as she waited for the line to pick up on the other side.

“This is Geri.”

“Hey, boss. I’m sending you a package. I got the goods on Baker!”

“Yeah! I knew you could do it. You are, after all, one of the best.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, madam boss.”

“So whatcha got?”

“The most foul digital video of Baker doing some interesting things in The Vault. I managed to filch some samples too. They’ll need to be analyzed to find out exactly what he’s making, but I think it’s some kind of synthetic aphrodisiac.”

“Are you ready to wrap this up?”

“Not quite. All I need to do is catch him in The Vault, and he’s as good as done. By the way, did you get the info on Justin Cooley back yet?”

“It came in last night. Hold on a minute, let me pull it up.”

Delaine was anxious and felt more than a little guilty about checking him out behind his back. She kept telling herself that it was just part of the job, but her heart wasn’t buying it. And neither did Sapa, who’d been quiet since last night but was now growling her disapproval in the back of Delaine’s mind. The one minute she stood on hold seemed to stretch on forever while she listened to the click of Geri’s fingers on her computer keyboard.

“Okay, Delaine, some of this info is dated. Let’s see, former Marine, black ops, honorable discharge… Here we go, he’s D.E.A. Distinguished record with the department for ten years. Hold on, let me check something else.”

D.E.A.? Drug Enforcement Administration? Damn it! After their little closet rendevous in The Vault, Delaine was sure he was a thief with a few high tech toys, not a fucking agent!

Delaine heard Geri pick up another line and ask to speak to someone whose name she couldn’t quite make out. She distinctly heard the name Cooley, and a few uh-huhs before her boss came back to the phone.

“Delaine?”

“I’m here.”

“He’s part of Spencer’s team.”

“Spencer!” Damn, that meant he wasn’t just D.E.A., but more like a super covert “Bond. James Bond” type of D.E.A. guy. Shit! This just got better and better. “Geri, since when does D.E.A. encroach on another agents case? How the hell did I not know there was D.E.A. in my goddamned face?” She felt like a complete idiot.

“Actually, it’s our fault. Somehow we missed some intelligence somewhere…” Geri began.

“Yeah, sure it’s our fault. We missed something. More like I missed something. Goddamned, son-of-a-bitch, just wait until I get my hands…” Delaine growled in a low voice.

“Delaine, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll call you back, Geri,” she said softly and disconnected the line. She picked it up and dialed again.

“Pam? Hey, it’s me. I can’t make it today. Something’s come up with work. Let’s try it next week, all right?”

* * * * *

Justin stepped out of the shower, walked out of the bathroom and came face-to-face with a royally pissed off Delaine.

“You’re D.E.A.!”

Damn! Knowing he couldn’t lie to her, he simply nodded his head and watched a mix of emotions, including rage and sadness, fly across her beautiful face.

Delaine’s heart sank. The bastard had used her. She felt Sapa reach through the bond, trying to calm her.

*
Suta Winyan, do not push away our mate unnecessarily
.*

Delaine pushed the awareness of the black lioness away. Sapa retreated, with no choice but to wait until Delaine reached out to her. Unless there was danger, the spirit guide could not override her charge’s wishes.

“Why did it take a call from my boss to find out who you are?”

“Delaine, I’ve wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. You know how this business works. You don’t expose a cover to anyone without clearance. Besides, baby, when I’m with you the last thing I want to think or talk about is work. I swear I’d made up my mind to tell you, then yesterday with you in The Vault…it scared me, baby, and all I could think about was holding you.”

He stepped to her with the need to wrap his arms around her and dip his nose into the hollow of her neck where she always smelled so good. But more than anything, he needed her to trust him. Justin blew out an exasperated breath as she shoved him back, or tried to.

“Nice try,” she snapped. “You didn’t tell me because you wanted to get the drop on Baker.”

“Delaine, don’t be ridiculous. After that near disaster yesterday, I planned to tell you everything this morning anyway.”

“Sure you did. You can say anything now that you’re fucking busted!” She walked back and forth across the carpet with her fist jammed into her hip. “How could I have been so stupid? You wanted a little booty and all of the credit for the bust. That’s what I get for falling for…”

Justin shook his head in wonder. Would he ever understand the female mind? He’d saved her life, treated her like a queen, and she was upset because he didn’t want to tell her he was undercover? He just couldn’t comprehend it. Especially since she’d had no intention of telling him she was undercover herself. It was insane.

But insane or not, he wanted her. Needed her. Hell, he’d even admit falling in love with her, but not in her present mood. He dropped his head on a sigh. Hopefully she’d come to her senses quickly and not do anything stupid in the meantime. Like go after Baker alone. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt trying to hurry up and wrap this case before all the ends were tied up. He had one more card to play.

“Delaine, your cover was compromised. I was trying to keep you out of trouble.”

“I didn’t need you to keep me out of trouble.”

“Damn it, you stubborn woman, did you hear what I said? You were compromised!”

“I could have handled it on my own. So tell me the truth, Justin. What were you really after, huh? You’ve been in this business for a long time. Ready to retire? Needed to go out with a bang?”

“Damn it, Delaine, I told you what I was after. Yes, I was originally sent here to find out if Baker was secretly developing an illegal substance. But after I found out you were involved and in danger I couldn’t just leave you for the dogs. Not after getting to know you, baby.”

“Riiiight,” she drawled sarcastically.

“Look, I won’t stand here and be accused of lying,” he growled dangerously, his own anger starting to kindle.

“Good! Then get dressed and get the hell out!” Delaine pointed toward the door.

“Fine!” Justin grabbed his clothes off the end of the bed, stepped into his pants and yanked his shirt over his head, wet hair and all. Not bothering with underwear, socks or shoes, he slammed down the stairs and out the front door. The wheels of his Jag echoed in the quiet morning air as he squealed out of the driveway and tore down the street.

Chapter Eleven

Delaine’s stomach dropped into her shoes every time her phone rang. For the past three days, she’d taken to letting her voice mail get it, but every time she checked her messages it was never the one person she wanted it to be—Justin. She continued to show up for work at Astin and perform her job expertly as if nothing had gone down. Close to getting a sign-off on her hierarchy design, she knew she was running out of time to wrap this case. Geri told her where Justin was supposed to be working inside the Astin facility, but as the days passed with no sight or sign of him, Delaine’s ability to rethink the matter finally resurfaced.