Tamed by Love (Agent Lovers Series Book 2) (7 page)

“It’s unimportant, why. Simply do what I ask,” Townsend said, his gaze fixed on the three young men who had still not moved from their spots on the asphalt, holding or massaging their injured bodies. The Lt. General walked leisurely to them and gave them hell after the beating they took from Liz and Jennifer. When he was done, he went back into the hall, nodding as he passed Josh and Maria.

“Your friends’ marriages seem very exciting,” said Maria with a chuckle.

“Oh yes! I think so too, darling. But to me it would be exhausting if you were like Liz or Jennifer.”

“Happy to hear that, darling,” Maria said and laughed.

Josh kissed her tenderly and opened the passenger door of his car for her. With a shake of his head, he walked around the car and sat behind the wheel. When he looked at the huge dent on the hood, he laughed. He had just had the car washed three days ago.

***

Jeff laughed when he listened to Josh’s explanation over the phone. Gray would be intrigued. His brother had been occupied with Liz upstairs when the phone rang, so Jeff answered. He hung up and saw Gray coming down the stairs.

“Anything important?” Gray asked.

”That was Josh. He just wanted to check in and let you know that Liz doesn’t have to pay for any damages.”

“Why not?”

“Townsend must have seen it go down. He didn’t give Josh a reason but said he’d cover the damages.”

“Huh,” said Gray. Then he disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses and ran up the stairs. Terence and Jeff looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

“Considering Liz always gets your brother in trouble and keeps him on his toes, he’s taking it pretty well.”

“I’m assuming he’s gotten used to it by now. Liz drives him to the edge now and then, but I have to say, I’ve never seen him happier.”

“True. A woman like that can really drive a man insane in more than one way!” said Terence. “Any interest in a game of poker? The night’s still young.”

“Absolutely! I’ll get some beer.”

***

Gray closed the bedroom door behind him and put the glasses and champagne bottle on the dresser before he looked in on Liz changing in the bathroom. The ruby-red evening gown had been exchanged for a short, light-blue bathrobe and she’d wiped the make-up from her face. Her hair was not pinned up anymore, but hung in tousled curls around her face. Liz ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head to get out the last bobby pins. Eventually she noticed Gray’s presence, turned toward him, and looked at him as he slowly got closer. His eyes were transfixed on her face as if he couldn’t turn away. When their eyes met, Liz’s breathing faltered. Never before had Gray’s feelings been mirrored so clearly in his eyes. Since he had confessed his love to her, he hadn’t bothered to hide it. And this made her clumsy in a way that she didn’t recognize in herself. Never had anyone or anything unsettled her. Something that she was proud of for a reason. Outside of love, her self-confidence had always allowed her get over her inadequacy of not being able to deal with her feelings.

Liz swallowed as something, which felt like nervousness, took hold of her. Then she tilted her head back. Gray stood in front of her and she fervently hoped he wouldn’t say that he loved her. That wouldn’t be fair, as defenseless as she was feeling.

Gray inadvertently helped her get over her moment of uncertainty with a joke. “I think it’s about time you take care of me, otherwise…”

“What?”

“You’ll find out.” He smiled, mischief dancing in his eyes. He lifted a hand and tenderly stroked her mouth with his fingertips before he leaned over and kissed her. Gray wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulled her close and lost himself in an irresistible kiss that put his self-control to the test.

It was like that every time. Whenever he held Liz, he was no longer the master of the situation, didn’t even want to be. At that point, only the feelings she aroused in him were important and they increased in intensity every day.

A little later he let go and whispered in her ear, “Since I didn’t get the first dance with you, you owe me.”

Liz laughed and stroked the row of buttons on his shirt. “You weren’t fast enough.”

“Not fast enough?” He feigned indignation and looked down at her.

“Being slow works pretty well too.”

“You can certainly bruise a man’s ego, you know that?” Gray lifted Liz up so her feet hovered a few inches above the tile floor and pressed a swift kiss on her mouth before he set her back down. “Will you take a shower with me? I love it when you soap my back.”

“Is that a request or an order?” she teased and undid the bowtie around his neck. She took her time unbuttoning his shirt, untucked it, and slid it off his shoulders. It fluttered to the ground behind him. Then she stroked his torso with her hands and was pleased to see him shiver under her touch. Her lips followed the trail of her hands and Gray moaned. He grasped her hair, buried his hands in the soft curls and pulled her head up so he could kiss her again. He urged her toward the shower and murmured, “It’s a request. You don’t follow orders anyway.” In the next moment his lips were on hers again and smothered any comment.

Without breaking the kiss, Gray slipped off his remaining clothes and tugged impatiently at the belt around Liz’s waist. With a soft laugh, she let him steer her toward the shower. After Gray had turned on the water, he reached for the shower gel and began gently to lather Liz’s body. His hands ran over her silky skin. He didn’t leave even the smallest spot untouched. Liz’s soft moans increased his excitement almost beyond measure. He gently spread her thighs apart, and softly rubbed her clitoris, before he slid two fingers deep into her hot interior. Her muscles closed tightly around his exploring fingers and Liz’s pelvis ground against him. “Gray … I want you!” she said.

“I know, sweetheart.” With his other hand he clasped one of her breasts, bent forward and nibbled on her earlobe.
Who would have thought that an earlobe was such an erogenous zone
? Gray thought as Liz moaned.

“Then take me, dammit!” she said, pressing her pelvis against his exploring hand.

“Soon. We have all the time in the world.” But Liz didn’t want to be put off any longer and assumed the lead in this seductive game.

She shifted out of his embrace, pressed Gray’s back against the wall and said, “Now I want to play a little.”

He answered with a knowing smile. Then he closed his eyes, entranced, as Liz’s attention to him grew more intense. She kissed him, explored his tanned skin and felt every muscle. Her affections were both heaven and hell for him. Gray’s breathing faltered as her hand felt his erection. And a moment later, it was his turn to press his hips forward to increase the intensity of her touch. He thrust again and again with the same steady rhythm. When Liz finally sank to her knees, he almost lost control. A deep, guttural moan surged from him. Her lips closed around his hard member. Liz drew him into her mouth time and again; her tongue darted over his sensitive areas and tested his self-control as she stroked his thigh with her gentle hands.

“If you keep doing that, Liz, I can’t guarantee anything.” He couldn’t bear the sweet torture anymore, he needed her. Right now. Determined to assume the lead again so he wouldn’t orgasm so quickly, he pulled Liz to her feet.

“Who really wanted to shower together?” she asked and laughed when she saw his feigned indignant expression. Gray pressed Liz against the wall again and pressed his lips on hers. She snuggled as close against him as she could and murmured between frantic pants, “Now, Gray! Finish it!”

“Soon,” he whispered and concentrated on the indescribable passion he wanted to give her. He lowered his head and enclosed his mouth around one of her erect nipples. He sucked on it gently and listened to Liz’s soft moan. His mouth inched higher toward her neck and mouth. He dappled her lips with small kisses and continued teasing her body with his hands.

When Liz once more demanded release, he turned off the water and pulled her out of the shower. Gray wanted her so badly. He reached for a towel, dried Liz and kept kissing her, with ever increasing desire. With a swift movement, he tossed the towel aside and pulled Liz to him. Passionately he kissed her again and held her head to press her lips harder against his. Like a drowning person, Liz clung to his shoulders and responded with abandon.

“Gray! Please!” she groaned and rubbed her pelvis against him.

This time he fulfilled her request. He clasped her waist with his hands, lifted her up, pressed her against the tile and slowly penetrated her. Groaning loudly, Liz wrapped her legs around him and teased Gray with her caressing hands; still, he paused inside her.

“You drive me crazy, Gray! Please!” she moaned into his ear. “Don’t make me beg anymore!”

He embraced her tightly with both arms and carried her into the bedroom. Gray sat on the bed and laughed, then moaned as Liz pressed him against the mattress. She leaned forward and her stormy blue eyes twinkled. “If you won’t voluntarily give me what I want, I’ll have to take it myself,” she whispered close to his ear.

“Go for it,” he said and moaned, aroused, when she did exactly that. She supported herself on his chest and gyrated her pelvis.

Fascinated he watched her facial expressions and clenched his teeth in an attempt to delay his climax. He grasped her full breasts with his hands, stroked and kneaded them gently and teased the erect, hardened nipples with his thumbs. When Gray sensed her muscles rhythmically tighten against his erection, he grabbed her hips with both hands and drove into her. Powerful shudders ran through Liz’s body and her head fell back.

Gray clenched his teeth so as not to be carried away by her orgasm and sat up. Gently he pressed his lips on her neck where he could feel the fierce beating of her pulse. His mouth swept over her soft, flushed skin while he waited for Liz to catch her breath. When she finally did, he cupped her face in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes.

“And now it’s my turn!” he whispered, pressed his mouth to hers and then guided Liz onto the sheets. He kneeled between her spread legs, grasped her hips, and held her tightly. With slow, powerful and controlled thrusts, he drove into her. Soon her eyes darkened again. Gray quickened the pace. With increasing ferocity, he took possession of her, driven by her low moans. Again he could feel the soft tremor of her body and he finally let himself go. Gray drove powerfully into her moist warmth and looked down to where they were joined. He couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than watching his shaft plunge into Liz’s warm soft flesh. Glistening wetness enveloped his hard penis and the unique smell that surrounded them in their love making drove him to the edge of ecstasy. Liz reared up, uttered a small sharp cry and it was finally all over for him. He drove into her one last time, threw his head back and moaned loudly. A wave of release swept over him, rocked him. Gray’s fingers dug into her hips and his muscles were stretched to the breaking point as his semen poured into her.

Depleted, he released his fingers from her hips and sank onto Liz’s body, exhausted at last. She wrapped her legs around him and gently stroked his damp back.

After a while he raised his head, smiled and looked over her lips which were swollen from his kisses. “Am I too heavy for you?”

“No. You make a good blanket,” she said with a chuckle. His searching gaze gave way to a feigned indignant expression. Gray tickled her side and Liz tried to fend off his hands laughing.

“Don’t! Stop! That’s not fair!”

“Oh yes, it’s fair!” he said and continued his torture.

“Please, Gray! You have a better position so I don’t have a chance.” She laughed and twisted back and forth underneath him. Then she looked up with wide eyes. She could feel what her erratic movements were doing to him. Gray stopped torturing her and kissed the tip of her nose. He wasn’t done with her by a long shot. Tonight would be very long, for both of them.

“How do you feel about a little refreshment?”

“Do you want to shower again?” she asked with an innocent look.

Gray shook his head and kissed Liz before he untangled himself from her, got up, and went to the dresser. He returned with the bottle of champagne and the long-stemmed glasses, sat down on the bed and opened the bottle. After he had filled the glasses with the pearly liquid, he set the bottle on the nightstand, pushed the alarm clock, aside and raised his glass.

“But that’s not a true refreshment,” she said with a laugh and took a sip.

“It was meant to get us into a romantic mood.” Gray’s wink caused her to laugh, choke a little, and cough.

“I don’t think we need champagne to get into the mood.”

“No. We really don’t,” he said and held her hand as he noticed some champagne dripping down her chin. “Let me get it,” he said and leaned forward. He licked the drops from her chin and planted a kiss there. Then he took the glass from her hand, put it alongside his next to the bottle and turned toward her. Gently he kissed her, guided her into a prone position and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Liz!” he whispered and sealed her mouth with a kiss to prevent the negative remark, which would inevitably follow. Now wasn’t the time for talking or arguing; now was a time for action and emotion.

“Gray, when are you finally going to make me an uncle?” asked Jeff over the headset. He ran behind his partner who had taken the lead through the rough terrain. Their training assignment had gone off flawlessly and they were now on their way to the helicopter that was landing at the prearranged meeting point.

“This isn’t the time for personal talk, little brother,” said Gray, monitoring the training session from a computer room. “Keep up with your partner! If you move any slower, you can submit your application for retirement when you get back to base.”

“That’s not nice! Just wondering if I needed to buy some baby toys sometime soon.”

If it were up to Liz we’d never have kids,
Gray thought. It was really stupid her birth control came in the form of a shot.