Rendezvous with Danger (Reunited Series) (18 page)

Alandra flashed him her sexiest smile.
“Nunca estoy cansado para ti,
Papi.
”

Quinn chuckled and moved toward her. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you talking sexy, or cursing me out in Spanish.”

Alandra laughed. Though she spoke Spanish fluently, she didn’t speak it often unless conversing with another Spanish speaking person or in the bedroom, and only with Quinn.

Quinn eased up behind her and unzipped her dress.

“So, how many more women am I going to have to beat off with a stick?”Alandra asked, thinking about the woman from the bar. “Are they going to be ringing the doorbell at all hours of the night?”

“There are no other women. You’re the first and the only woman who has ever stepped foot in this house.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Well, except for Dallas and my decorator.” 

He slipped the dress from her shoulders and it pooled around her feet. Alandra heard the hitch in his throat when he realized she didn’t have on a bra or panties. She stepped out of the outfit and turned, wearing only a silver pendant around her neck and red stilettos on her feet.

She almost burst out laughing when his mouth dropped open.

“I take it you like what you see?”

“You know damn well I do.” His smoldering gaze roamed over her body.

“Well, it’s all yours, baby.” She struck a seductive pose and leveled him with a come-hither look.

A slow smile touched his lips. “Oh, so it’s going to be that kind of party tonight, huh?” He stepped back, unbuckled his belt and eased his dress shirt out of his pants, never taking his eyes off her. “So you think you can tease me relentlessly,” he removed his shirt, “with your sexy body and I not fight back with a few moves of my own?” He tossed his shirt to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed removing his boots and socks, his taut muscles rippling with every move.

He looked up, his eyebrows arched mischievously. “You do know two can play that game don’t you?”

He stood. Wickedness sparkling in his dark eyes. He slowly unzipped his pants and Alandra swallowed hard. She was familiar with the large package hidden behind his zipper and longed to have it inside her. Watching him undress was like being deliciously tortured, the prolonged anticipation almost unbearable. Taking his precious time, he pushed down his pants, letting them fall smoothly to the floor.
Whoo!
The man’s body was sexy as hell and his theatrics were nearly her undoing.

He looked totally male - big, strong and dangerous. Clad in black briefs he stood with his tree-trunk like legs shoulder width apart and stared at her, his passion-filled eyes rooting her in place. It had been a long time since he’d stripped for her, and it was definitely worth the wait, but she knew she couldn’t take much more.

His eyes slid closed and Alandra’s gaze followed as his large hand traveled slowly down his hard-sculpted chest, leisurely over his flat six-pack, and then lower. He clutched his crotch, squeezing and stroking, his moans filling the intimate space as his hips moved to a sensual rhythm. Alandra inhaled sharply. She could feel the heat radiating from every pore in his body. She clenched her hands tightly, fearing she would draw blood from her nails cutting into her palms. Her desire was at its peak and her womanly folds were getting wetter by the minute.

And then…he licked his lips.

Her heart slammed against her chest and her knees went weak.
Lord have mercy
.

“Okay, you win,” she said breathlessly and jumped into his arms. “I want you inside me, and I want you now.”

Pulling her tight against his body, he chuckled in her ear. “Too much for you, huh?”

“Yes.”

She wasn’t ashamed. The mere sight of his hard body pulsating in front of her made her interior muscles contract and her sex wet, almost taking her over the edge without him even touching her.

He laid her on the black satin sheets and covered her body with his. With consummate skill, his greedy mouth took bold possession over hers, his tongue igniting unbridled passion threatening to be released. A whimper slipped through her lips. He felt so good. How many times had she dreamed about being in his arms again, in his bed? Ripples of pleasure coursed through her veins when he nibbled on her ear, then placed soft feathery kisses along the curve of her neck and down to her shoulder.

His mouth was as enthralling as his hands stroking and tweaking her hardened nipples. He dragged his mouth from hers and she breathed in and slowly released, trying to slow her pounding heart and throbbing desire. His lips replaced his hands on her breast, licking, sucking, and tugging. Alandra’s body temperature rose with every swirl of his tongue around her sensitive tip.

“
Quinn
.”

“I plan to have my way with you tonight,” he said against her breast. With one last flick of his tongue, he rose up and stared down into her upturned face. Power radiated in his intense eyes, mesmerizing her as his hand seared a burning path from her breast down to the opening of her thighs.

“Quinn, please.”

He covered her body with his and nudged her thighs opened, his erection hot, heavy and teasing at her peak. 

“You ready for me?”

“You know I am.”

His large hands gripped her hips and he plunged into her filling her completely. She cried out as his length caressed her interior walls and pulsed within her.  She thrust her hips upward, welcoming every delicious inch of him.

With every thrust, she matched him stroke for stroke, rotating her hips forcing him deeper, and deeper. She grasped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh trying to hold on. He bucked like a bull in a pen, driving into her harder, faster, deeper. Flesh slapped against flesh, and perspiration slicked their flaming bodies.

 When she didn’t think she could stand anymore, he growled huskily. “Stay with me”

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind.

“Quinn!” she screamed, his powerful thrusts rocking her senseless. Currents of pleasure stormed through her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her fisted hand bunched the sheet in a merciless grasp and she threw her head back.

“
No aguanto mas, Papi
,” she cried.

“Come for me, baby. I’m right behind you.”

The flooding of uncontrollable passion gushed through her body propelling her over the edge of a cliff. Everything within her shattered and she cried out wildly, shuddering around him.

He drove harder and faster, gripping her tight before howling his own release and collapsing against her. Quinn rolled over and wrapped her in his arms.

“Damn, girl, I forgot how much energy you have.” He said between breaths, trying to get his breathing under control. “You’re going to mess around and give me a heart attack. First that hot red dress and then this.” He squeezed her bottom.

Alandra laughed and threw her arm across his waist, her head against his chest. “I figured since I was spending your money, I should at least buy something you’d like.”

“I see you remember what I like.”

“Oh yeah, I remember what you like.” She climbed on top of him and covered his mouth with hers. “We have some years to make up for, so I hope you’re ready for round two.”

Quinn gripped her hips and moved with her. “I’m always ready for you, baby.”

Chapter Thirteen

Quinn jerked awake. The moonlight shined through the two narrow windows near the ceiling, he quickly scanned the semi-dark room sure that he’d heard movement. After a few minutes of hearing nothing, he glanced down at Alandra half covered by the sheet and sprawled across him. Each time he looked at her it felt as if his heart would burst. Her head lay nested against his chest, her arm draped across his waist, and her leg tangled with his, as if making sure he didn’t go anywhere. He smiled at the thought of them back together and relaxed against the pillows remembering their night of love-making, tempted to wake her for an encore.

A scraping sound came from downstairs. Someone was in the house. Quinn pinned Alandra on her back and covered her mouth with his hand, afraid she’d wake up fighting him or worse, screaming.

“Shhh, someone’s downstairs.” Her eyes grew big and she wiggled beneath him. “I need you to calm down and hide in the closet. Stay there until I come for you. Do you understand?”  She nodded.

He quickly slipped into his pants and grabbed his gun from the the drawer in the bedside table.

“Quinn, don’t—” She struggled into a pair of sweats she had in a chair in the sitting area.

“Go, now!” He mouthed and headed for their bedroom door.

 There was another sound, and he didn’t wait to see if she followed his instructions. With his gun raised, he checked left then right before moving into the hallway. He lived in the house for over a year and never had a problem. Why now? And then it dawned on him. He hadn’t set the alarm before heading upstairs hours ago.

Quinn padded silently along the walls, guided by a sliver of light shining through the hall window. His pulse pounded loudly in his ears, and adrenaline surged through his veins as he made quick work of getting down the stairs. He stood in the shadows on the second to the last step and waited.

There was movement coming from the kitchen. Then he saw them. A reflection in a picture frame showed two intruders. One, short and husky, crept around the center island, his gun raised and moved toward the stairs. The other, slightly taller with a thinner build disappeared into the family room. When the one near the stairs made the turn into the main hallway Quinn struck out and hit him in the jugular, bringing him to his knees. The intruder’s gun skittered across the floor and Quinn grabbed him from behind, his hand over his mouth and his own gun stabbing into the man’s throat.

“Make a sound and you’re dead.” Mr. Short-and-husky stopped struggling and Quinn knocked him upside the head with the butt of his gun. He grabbed the intruder’s gun from the floor then quietly dragged him into the laundry room, quickly tying his hands behind his back with rope from a cabinet. He went in search of the other one.

Anger burned in Quinn’s chest. He didn’t appreciate people breaking into his house and though his first inclination was to kill the punks, he reminded himself that they were someone’s child.

He crept around the corner leading to the family room knowing he could find his way around the house blindfolded and never bump into anything. The family room was clear. He turned the dining room corner as the sound of glass shattering spilled from his office.

He moved across the carpeted floor, his gun close to his body, and eased down the hall. A pale stream of light from the guestroom’s window lit a small area in the hallway, making it easier to see the doorway of his office several feet away.

Footsteps echoed from upstairs. Quinn tensed. He glanced at the ceiling as if he could see through it.
Damn, Alandra, I told you to stay put.
He flattened himself against the wall and kept moving. Mr. Tall-and-thin stepped out of the office, oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t in the hall alone. Quinn fired two shots - one to the leg, and the other to the intruder’s shoulder. The gunman’s guttural scream pierced the air and he collapsed to the floor, clawing and howling in pain.

****

Please let him be okay
. Alandra didn’t know how much longer she could hang out in the closet without knowing what was going on. She’d heard two shots, but now everything was quiet. What if Quinn needed her, and he couldn’t make it up the stairs? She listened for another few minutes then eased the door open. She tiptoed to her bag for her gun. Before she could get her weapon, an arm snaked around her and the cold metal barrel of a gun jabbed against her temple.

“Scream and I will shoot you,
princesa.
”

A cold chill ran down her spine.
Princesa
. The gunman referred to her by the same name Orlando Medina called her when he held her captive.
Los Hermanos
. It can’t be. How did they find her? And how did they get into the house?

“
Que quieres
?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“
Que quiero?”
he chuckled. “I have what I want – you.” He pulled her toward the door. “Now that I have you, it will be easy to get Ghost, or as you call him, Quinn.”

Alandra’s pulse thumped loudly in her ears. He was at least several inches taller than she was, but not bulky. She could take him. She would not make Quinn vulnerable again. It’s because of her distracting him in Tzbekystan that he got hurt then. That wasn’t going to happen again.

She planted her feet and shot an elbow to the gunman’s stomach, catching him off guard. He doubled over and his gun sailed across the floor, stopping near the bed. Adrenaline pumped through Alandra’s veins as she lunged for his weapon, praying she could get to it in time, but she was too slow. He grabbed her leg and yanked her back.

“Let me go!”

With lightening speed, she twisted her body freeing the leg he held and rounded on him with a kick to the side of his head. The gun all but forgotten she jumped to her feet and back kicked him in the face, sending him stumbling into the dresser, toppling over a black vase that went crashing to the floor.

“Ah, my nose,” he howled and covered his face, blood gushing from his nose. Alandra charged at him again, landing a front kick to his gut and he went down on all fours coughing and breathing hoarsely.

She wanted to kick him again, but needed him alive, otherwise, she would’ve put him out of his misery and killed him with her bare feet. Instead, she went for the gun.

“You little…” He charged at her, yanking her by the hair and lifting her off her feet. He body slammed her against the closet door, sending a burning pain through her side like shards of glass. She cried out and tears clouded her vision as she crumbled to the floor.
Get up. Get up
. She told herself, but all Alandra could do was crawl to a nearby chair. She had underestimated his quickness. She gulped in several breaths, trying to ease the stabbing ache in her side, but there was no time. She pulled up onto her knees and looked over the back of the chair only to find her attacker pointing his gun at her.