Surrender to Me (9 page)

She ordered another drink from the bartender, refusing to look at him. “Just because we spent an hour between the sheets doesn’t mean I owe you any answers.”

“How about a little common courtesy, then? I won’t leave until you tell me what the hell is wrong.”

As soon as the bartender set down her drink, she tossed it back in one long swallow, following with another lime that made her wince. “That, right there. You demand and push. You try to control me. I told you I don’t roll that way. Now fuck off.”

An independent woman like Kata? No surprise she’d feel that way. But her body had said something totally different. When he’d taken control of her orgasm and granted it on his terms, she’d been afraid ... right before she’d gone off like a killer fireworks display. She might not want to be controlled, but a big part of her got off on it.

“You can tell me to fuck off all you want, but I’m not leaving you. First, I’m pretty sure you’re drunk. Second, you’re alone, which makes you a target for any predator looking for an easy victim tonight. Third—”

“Third, I’m a grown woman and I won’t put up with this shit.” She shook her head. “I moved out of my childhood home the day I turned eighteen and lived in terrible rat traps to avoid more of the kind of shitty mind games you’re playing with me. I don’t need a carbon copy of my stepfather.”

Her stepfather?
Damn
. She had family issues. Ugly ones, from the sound of it. That changed everything—including his tactics.

He softened, coming closer, encouraging her with a caress. “Tell me about him, honey.”

At her signal, the bartender handed her another drink. With a toss of her head, she poured the shot down her throat. “Tell me where to find your off button.”

Stubborn, independent, funny. She’d be pissed off if he told her how adorable she was right now. Not that she wasn’t frustrating the fuck out of him. But no matter how grouchy she was . . . well, he’d been called a mean motherfucker more than once because he’d earned it.

“Did your stepfather hit you? Because I’d never lift a finger to you, ever. I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who tries.”

“My family is messed up, but we’re not an episode of
Cops
in the making. You’re loco.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that I’m crazy. I’m also persistent.”

“No.” Her mock surprise dripped sarcasm. “I would have never guessed!”

When it came to defense mechanisms, she had an arsenal. Good thing he had his own weapons.

As she signaled for yet another drink, he grabbed her hand. “You’re going to make yourself damn sick if you keep that up.”

“That’s
my
choice.”

Hunter couldn’t dispute that. Stupid choice, but hers. “What are you drinking?”

She slanted him a suspicious stare. “Patrón.”

He held in a wince. Very soon, she would be feeling no pain. Tomorrow, it would hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Hey, pal,” the bartender called. “Want something?”

“Club soda with a twist of lime.”

The beefy bartender, who could have been Mr. Clean’s double, raised an amused brow.

“What, you can’t handle Patrón?” Kata sneered, the effects of the alcohol beginning to show in her heavy-lidded eyes.

“I don’t drink.”

She frowned, lost her balance for a second, and grabbed him to stabilize. Whether she knew it or not, some part of her trusted him.

“Recovering alcoholic?”

“Nope. I just refuse to engage in something so obviously selfdestructive.”

With a roll of her eyes, Kata reached for the shot glass and lime the bartender set in front of her. “Are you determined to crawl on my every last nerve tonight?”

“No, but I am determined to make sure you stay safe.”

The bartender with the shaved head slammed the glass on the bar. “Four dollars.”

“I want to close out her tab, too.”

In the middle of tossing back her latest shot, she choked. “What the
hell
?”

The other guy shrugged. “She handed me a hundred bucks when she walked in and told me to keep the tequila flowing until her money ran out. She’s got a bit less than half her tab left.”

And she’d have alcohol poisoning by then, too.
Fuck
. Hunter reached into his wallet and pulled out another hundred. “Close it out. Now.”

Mr. Clean shrugged. “You got it.”

“Hey!” Kata slurred at the bartender, who ignored her. Then she swayed on her feet and scowled at Hunter. “Goddamn it! There you go, trying to control me again. Why the hell did I ever let you fuck me?”

The bartender repressed a smile. Hunter cursed under his breath. Kata had definitely had too much to drink, and he had to get her out of here quickly. For a girl who wanted to retain control, she’d certainly drunk enough to ensure that she lost it. The tequila was to mask fear and pain; he got that. Now he had to figure out her issue before she erected permanent barriers between them.

The conflict with her stepfather, whatever the cause, was something bigger than he could deal with here with the music pulsing, artificial smoke pumping, and her blood alcohol way over the legal limit. Because while she might have been disturbed by the way he controlled her body, she’d loved it. So had he. If he pointed that out again, he’d only drive her farther away. Likely, Kata’s stepfather had used his position in the family to somehow abuse her trust, so he must tread carefully.

She turned, staggering away. He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his body. “I’m sorry.”

Kata looked at him with shocked, slightly unfocused eyes. “For what exactly?”

“Taking so much of the control without talking to you first. I tend to be dominant.”

“
Tend
to be?” She rolled her eyes. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“If I had known how much it would bother you, we would have had more conversation.”

“Before you fucked me into the mattress? Yeah, how would that conversation have gone?”

Hunter sighed. They weren’t going to solve anything with the Black Eyed Peas making the walls shake.

He cupped her shoulder, caressed it. “Honey, if you don’t get some food and coffee into you, you’re going to be sick.” Her face tightened, and fury cascaded over her features. He held up his hands in self-defense. “I’m not ordering you to sober up; I’m suggesting. You’ll be in the same state as Ben, passed out on the bathroom floor and destined for a hangover, if you don’t take care of yourself. Now, if you think drinking away great sex is worth the headache tomorrow, by all means, I’ll stay while you get sloppy drunk and tuck you into bed safely. But if you want to be human when the sun comes up and you fly home . . .”

Kata didn’t say anything for long moments. “Why is it when you claim you’re trying not to control me, you still sound like you’re trying damn hard to do just that?” She shook her head. “Seriously, I don’t know why you’re still here or why the hell what I do matters to you.”

He stepped closer, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her flush against him. Her eyes widened, and he knew she could feel exactly how disinterested he wasn’t.

“Oh, it matters, honey.”

Actions spoke louder anyway, so he captured her lips under his in a taking both ferocious and absolute. Against him, she stiffened and gasped. But seconds after he found her fruity-tart tongue with his own, she threw her arms around him and dove into the kiss with her entire body. She lit him on fire . . . but it was more.

That something he’d felt the moment they’d met plowed through him with a vengeance. It drove him to possess her. It wasn’t enough to say he’d fucked her. It wouldn’t be enough to fuck her again. Not nearly enough. He wanted the right to see her whenever he wanted, touch her whenever—and however—he wanted. Protect her, care for her. Call her his—always.

There it was, the truth that had been simmering in his consciousness, the reason he was pursuing her so hard. Suddenly, it was crystal. He wanted her permanently.

Reeling back in shock, Hunter ended the kiss, stared down into Kata’s flushed face, her half-closed eyes, her swollen mouth, at the sensual siren that lived under her skin.

No question, he wanted her forever. And right now, she wanted almost nothing to do with him. He had eight days before he’d be returned to active duty. With the flare-up of clandestine activity all around Iran and their race to acquire nuclear weapons, along with the Venezuelan government’s perfect willingness to lend an illegal hand, he had no doubt missions were piling up. If he left without figuring out how to make Kata his . . . she might become Ben’s—or someone else’s—before he could step foot on U.S. soil again.

Unacceptable.

“What is with you?” Kata pushed against him. “You annoy me, start to make up for it with that killer kiss, then pull away? And then you try to pretend that you’re not a control freak? Whatever.”

She turned and blended into a nearby crowd. After a moment of observation, Hunter realized it was a small party. Given one woman’s short white dress and little bouquet of flowers, he’d guess they were preparing for a midnight wedding.

He watched them and smiled. He might be losing the battle right now . . . but the war wasn’t over.

Lunging for her, Hunter grabbed Kata’s arm and spun her around. “I have two questions. Will you answer that much?”

Frowning, she looked as if she was concentrating hard through the alcohol buzz. Hunter thanked her momentary infatuation with Patrón; she’d be more likely to tell him the truth now.

“Then you’ll leave me alone?”

No
. “If that’s what you want.”

“Oh.” The slightly confused, crestfallen expression gave him hope. “Okay. What?”

“The sex between us . . . Help me understand why it made you cry.” When she looked ready to object, he leaned forward and whispered softly, “I won’t judge or give you a hard time. I need to know if I hurt you.”

She sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat as she slurred her reply. “Fine. You win. You were right. It was too powerful. I don’t like feeling weak or needy. Happy?”

Very
. Hunter kept his smile to himself. Good to know that his instincts weren’t wrong. “Not weak, honey, human. Last question.” And the more important one. “Are you against long-term relationships? Did you ever picture settling down?”

“What kind of question is that?”

He shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “Curiosity.”

Kata sighed and shook her head. “I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life, and I love my nephews. I see them . . . and want kids of my own someday.”

“Understandable. Most people want kids at some point, even me.”

“It’s just . . .” She scrubbed a hand across her face. “I keep looking for someone to share life with, someone patient. Not afraid of a mop or the stove. Even-tempered, understanding, not allergic to emotion.” She closed her eyes momentarily. “Someone sweet.”

Hunter stifled a grimace. She was describing a female with a penis. He’d make sure she figured out soon that wasn’t what she needed.

“One who likes antiquing and long walks on the beach?” he said, tongue in cheek.

“
Yeah!
Instead, I keep running into the party animals. Or,
ugh
, the ones who think farting contests are good entertainment. I once dated a guy who loved his gaming console way more than he’d ever love a woman. And then there are all the heavy-handed, demanding bastards.” She glared at him.

Hunter held in a laugh, feeling euphorically optimistic. Once she got to know him, she’d see they fit perfectly. He just needed more time with Kata and a way to keep them together. Letting her leave without a fight—taking his heart with her—just wasn’t an option. His father hadn’t had the balls to fight for his woman. After failing to man up, he’d curdled up into a surly, workaholic recluse. Hunter refused to follow in the Colonel’s footsteps.

“You still want to party? There’s a group who looks like they’re having way too much fun to pass up.” He pointed behind her.

Clutching his shoulder to steady herself, Kata glanced around and saw all the laughter, the embracing, the clinking glasses, the festivity. She flashed him a bright smile. “That looks fun!”

Chapter Five

S
UNLIGHT slanted across Kata’s face like an ax. She grimaced and flung a hand over her eyes, squinting against the bright pain exploding through her skull.

What the hell had she done last night to earn this monster hangover?

With a groan, she rolled over—and encountered a solid chest, a heavy thigh draped over her own. Her eyes flew open wide. Hard, male, dangerous.

Hunter.

Had she slept with him again? Given that she was completely naked and even small movement strained muscles she hadn’t known she possessed, she guessed yes. Worse, merely sliding her bare skin against his hair-roughened flesh made her hot and wet. Again.

Despite the fact that Hunter was as subtle as a sledgehammer, and she usually refused to come within ten feet of such men, some part of her wanted to stay curled up next to him with his strong arms around her, and hear that deep voice rasp her name again.

Many men shied away from her big mouth and attitude. But Hunter? No matter how many times she’d told him to fuck off last night, he’d continued his pursuit. Their verbal sparring roused her, and he’d thoroughly proven he had as much upstairs as down. No matter what she’d said to him, he’d stayed with her and ensured that she remained safe. Kata remembered flashes of his brutal hunger and, oddly, his tenderness that, even now, made her shiver.

In every way, he made her feel more desirable than any man ever had. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t crave more.

Not a good development
. He was controlling, could clearly catch any female he wanted, and was shipping out soon—everything she didn’t need.

Kata stretched, and her head started to pound in earnest. She winced again. What the hell had happened last night?

She scanned her memory but couldn’t piece everything together past the black spots. She recalled her party and Ben passing out . . . and, oh, the incredible sex with Hunter before running out on him. There’d been a club with lots of tequila, and Hunter had tracked her down. She’d revealed more to him about her family and her fears than she should have. Kata cringed. What had possessed her to bring up a bottomless-pit-of-shit topic like Gordon?