Chapter Four

 

Taylor hadn’t known she could get this hot for a man. Up until this moment sex had been pleasant, fun, even, but this was beyond anything she’d experienced before.

Her body felt like it was on fire in the absolute best way. Electric. That was how she felt. Like she was a live wire waiting to go off.

He surrounded her, his arms the sweetest of cages. He had the most beautiful chest. The scars she’d found there only enhanced how lovely he was, even the latest one that was still healing. Over the last couple of days she’d figured out he wasn’t some desk jockey who made decisions without ever having been in the field. He was a serious operative, and he’d obviously risked his life more than once.

The fact that he was now focusing all that energy her way was not lost on her.

“I want you to come for me and then I’m going to make you come again,” he said against her ear. “We’re not playing tonight, but we will. Tonight is about pleasure. Tomorrow morning, we’ll talk and see if we can come to terms.”

“Terms?”

“About a relationship.” That finger of his didn’t let up. It stroked and swirled around her clitoris. It sank lightly into the folds of her pussy. “I’d like to talk about what I want out of it, and I want you to tell me what you want. How you want us to relate to each other.”

“I was going to go with the flow.”

“How has that worked out for you so far?” He whispered the question. “Because it hasn’t worked for me, and I don’t want this to fade away. I’d like to try with you. I’d like to go into this with a seriousness of purpose. If I was going with the flow, I would already have you on your back and I would be finished. My instinct tells me to take you as hard and fast as I can. I’m fighting that instinct because I want this to be good for you. Trust me. It’s not my instinct to talk about relationships, but I’ve learned if I want a good one, I have to try.”

Going with the flow hadn’t worked for her. Not in sex and not in relationships. If he was willing to try, then so was she. She knew a bit about the lifestyle he was talking about. Who didn’t know a bit? She wasn’t afraid. If they could ease into it, it might be fun to focus on sex for once, to figure out what truly worked for her and what didn’t.

If he was willing to be serious about a relationship, how serious would he be about pleasure?

“Yes.”

He dragged his tongue over the shell of her ear before nipping it and sending a thrill of arousal zinging through her like lightning. “Yes to what?”

“Everything.” She wasn’t about to say no to the man who was playing her body like an instrument. And he was a maestro.

“Excellent, because I want everything from you. Starting now.” He pressed gently against her clit and rotated again and again until she couldn’t hold back. A rush of pleasure took her over, and she moaned and gasped in his arms. She could feel her pussy soaking her undies and his hand, but in that moment she couldn’t make herself care.

Every muscle of her body suddenly felt loose and relaxed. She wasn’t what she would call a relaxed person. She’d grown up knowing how hard the world could be, that every moment could potentially bring disaster. It made her calm in the face of danger, but not relaxed.

She was not the kind of woman who slumped in a guy’s arms and expected him to keep her from falling, and yet that was exactly what Drake did. Instead of hitting the floor, she found herself wrapped up in his arms, and he turned toward the bed. It wasn’t a big bed. They didn’t do big beds in tiny European cabins, but she got the feeling it would be nice to cuddle with him.

After he had his turn.

He laid her down on the bed, but not the way she thought he would. Not with her head on the pillow, but rather across. He brought one foot up and dragged the sock off. She should be cold without her shirt, and likely would have been had her body not been hot with arousal. Even now that she was coming down from the first orgasm, she was already heating up again. It was bound to be disappointing since she’d never actually orgasmed from penetration, but she didn’t care. He’d taken time to ensure she’d had some pleasure, and now she would wrap herself around him while he had his.

He ran his teeth over the arch of her foot, and a shudder went through her. He lightly dragged the edge over her delicate skin and up her calf. The sensation was stimulating in a jangly, worrying way. Would he bite down or simply make her skin tingle?

If it had been anyone else, she would have moved away, but she was fascinated with him, with the way he was both predatory and tender at the same time. He moved to her other foot, giving it the same attention, pushing up the leg of her pajama bottoms when he kissed and nibbled on her calf, making her skin sing with sensation. “I told you I would make a meal out of you.”

She shook her head. “No, you didn’t. There was talk about contracts and ending up in bed, but no meals.”

The sexiest smirk hit his lips, and he gripped her pajama bottoms and dragged them off her with a single sweep of his hands. “Then let me warn you. I’m hungry, Taylor, and you smell fucking delicious. Look at that. That’s all for me.”

He was staring at her underwear. Her soaking wet underwear. He’d pulled her down the bed along with her pants, and now he stood between her legs, his eyes on her pussy, which he could plainly see because she was wearing white cotton undies and they’d soaked through. A wet T-shirt on her privates.

A flash of embarrassment started to spark through her, and she tried to push back, her heels on the side of the bed.

He caught her ankles, holding her there. “Don’t move. I like you where you are. And I definitely like this.”

He drew his hand up, skimming over one leg to reach her core. He touched her briefly before gripping the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. He moved back so he could get them off her, leaving her naked on the bed.

“Keep your legs apart. Heels on the edge of the bed.”

There was something in the commanding way he said the words that had her moving before she could think better of it. The position he’d gotten her in to was an intimate one. A vulnerable one. She was completely naked and open to him and he was still wearing jeans, though she could see the line of his erection clearly against the denim.

She wanted to see him naked. Wanted to see that cock in all its glory. She’d never really wanted to see a cock before, but she wanted to look at his. Like he was looking at her. Like she was some artform he wanted to study.

With his gaze on her, she didn’t feel so awkward.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His hair hung over one side of his face, shadowing him and making him look the tiniest bit dangerous. He dropped to his knees. “And you’re going to taste like heaven. Don’t move or we’ll talk about discipline.”

Discipline? What was that supposed to…

All thoughts fled as he put his mouth on her pussy and dragged his tongue up. A low growl rumbled over her sensitive flesh.

He breathed her in, and she looked down her body to see her arousal glistening on his lips. He pointedly ran his tongue over them. “Just what I thought. Heaven. Now be a good girl and stay still while I have my fill of you.”

“Drake, I want you,” she began. Only a moment ago she’d thought penetration would be something she’d accept because she’d already had an orgasm. Now her whole body was on fire again, and she wanted more. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it now.

His head shook. “No. Be still. You’ll have me, but only after I’m satisfied that this pussy has received my thorough attention.” He pressed a finger inside, rotating it and making her lie back while she fought to breathe. That finger wasn’t enough, but she wanted it. “I was serious about discipline, love. We’re going to talk about it in the morning. I can’t wait to get you over my lap, that pretty ass of yours in the air.”

Somehow she couldn’t either. She’d never given the idea of spanking much thought, but she did now. She thought about all the delicious things his obviously creative mind could come up with. All the things they could do together.

Then she couldn’t think at all. All she could do was feel his tongue piercing her. He didn’t hold back. He dove in, licking and sucking and fucking her with his mouth. Over and over his tongue plunged deep, showing her what he was going to do with his cock. Her back bowed with pleasure but she kept her hips still, allowing him full access to her most private flesh.

Her hands fisted the quilt beneath her as she came again.

Then he was on his feet, his hands at the waist of his jeans, working the fly.

Taylor laid back, ready to give that man anything he wanted.

 

* * * *

 

His cock was dying. She was the single sexiest woman he’d ever seen, ever stood over and known he was going to have.

He wanted her in a way that scared him, but his cock overruled any fear his head might have.

Nothing was going to stop him from getting inside Taylor Cline. He toed off his socks and then shoved his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor. He didn’t feel the cold. There was no cold when she was naked and waiting for him.

She sat up suddenly, her eyes wide. “I want to touch you.”

Fuck. She was going to kill him. He couldn’t say no, baby, there’s no time to touch. She’d been patient with him, given him all the access to her gorgeous body that he’d wanted, and they hadn’t set up rules beforehand. A mistake on his part, but one he rather thought he would make again and again with this woman.

He forced his hands to his sides because he wasn’t fooling himself that she wanted to touch his chest again. The light in her eyes as she moved to the edge of the bed made his frustration worth it. She was gorgeous, with her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, the tips brushing her nipples. She stared at him for a moment and then her hand came out, a light brush of her fingertips over his dick.

He had to grit his teeth as his cock responded, force himself to not come then and there.

“I think you’re beautiful, Drake,” she said, touching his cock, tracing the lines of it.

“Baby, I know you want to give back to me,” he began. “But if you put that mouth on me, I’m going to come, and I would like to know what it feels like to be inside you. I promise I’ll get my cock in that gorgeous mouth of yours, but not this time.”

Her lips curled up. “Promise.”

Fuck, she was going to lead him around by his cock. That might have been a problem if they worked together. Luckily, she would be outside that part of his life. She would be the good part, the part that made everything else worth it. “I promise. Now put this thing on me so I can fuck you.”

He reached for the condom that had been left in the nightstand next to his bed. The Agency believed in being prepared. Or the last dude who’d been here had at least. He appreciated it because it wasn’t like he’d packed before he’d fled Kraków, and he wasn’t the guy who kept one in his wallet at all times.

So good on whoever had stocked the place because the idea of not being able to fuck Taylor was unimaginable. Right now, his whole world felt like it revolved around fucking Taylor.

He wasn’t sure he would survive fucking Taylor.

She opened the condom and pulled it out, slipping it over his cock with a completely inexpert hand that threatened to cause him to not need the damn thing.

He took over and quickly rolled it on his aching cock. “I’m going to teach you how to do that.”

She grinned up at him, blonde hair caressing her cheeks. “I didn’t learn how to in school. I had an eclectic education, but none of it covered how to put a condom on a guy.”

He was going to teach her so many dirty, filthy, gorgeous things. And he suspected he would learn from her, too. Learn to relax. Learn to have a life outside of work.

Learn to trust again.

The fact that her father was under investigation played around in the back of his head, but he shoved the thought aside. She wasn’t her father, and the truth was everyone was pretty much always being watched. She was getting out, and it wouldn’t be a problem. He could deal with her and her father separately. Everyone would be in their boxes, and he would be happy when he was with her.

He moved in, pressing her back against the bed. She wound her legs around him. This was what he’d wanted pretty much from the moment he’d seen her, pulled her back against his body when he’d thought she might be an enemy. Even then something deep inside him had reacted to her. He’d connected to her despite everything in between them.

And what was about to happen felt utterly inevitable. Standing over her, his cock nestled to her pussy, felt like fate.

It was far too easy to slide into her body. Like she’d been built for him. He stood there, looking down at her. With her hair like a halo around her and her body laid out for him, he thrust inside her welcoming pussy.

Her eyes widened, bottom lip disappearing behind her teeth as she shifted, adjusting to him. He held himself still though all he wanted to do was pound inside her. She felt so good wrapped around his dick. Hot and perfect. When her hips tilted up in invitation, he took it.

Drake pressed himself against her, the pleasure coursing through him.

This was what it felt like to truly be connected to a woman. He dragged his cock back out and thrust in again, watching how his cock disappeared inside her. Over and over, watching them connect.

She pushed back against him. “More. Drake, I need more.”

He could give her more. He fucked her hard, driving inside, his hips moving in time with hers. He held her hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. Every inch was pure pleasure. Every stroke one step closer to what he wanted.

Pure connection. With her.

Her head tilted back, a low moan coming from her throat, and then he felt her tighten around him. Fire lit up his spine, and he couldn’t hold back. He wanted to stay in this moment with her, but her orgasm forced his own. A rush of pleasure coasted through him, and he thrust and thrust until he had nothing more to give.

He stared down at her, her whole body flushed a rosy pink. “Taylor, I…”

She nodded as though she knew what he was feeling. “Me, too.”

He was crazy about her, could plan his whole life around her if she let him. He could fall for her…probably was already falling for her.

He was about to tell her everything in his heart. He was surprised at that. He’d kind of thought he didn’t have a functional heart. Oh, he loved his family, but a part of that had died when Julia had proven so very evil.

Taylor was bringing it back to life.

Maybe it was time to think about retiring from the field, staying in Langley and doing analysis work. He could spend more time with her, have a real life.

He was about to tell her all those things.

The entire cabin shook with the force of the pounding on the door.

It was a shock to his system, and he found himself pulling away, breaking the connection they had long before he wanted to.

But adrenaline was pumping through his body now, and not the happy kind. “I’ll go see who it is.”

Taylor wasn’t some shrinking violet. Before he could start rolling the condom off and reaching for his pants, she’d gotten off the bed. “You stay here. I’m supposed to be here. You’re not. It might be my father. We were supposed to meet in Bucharest, but it wouldn’t be the first time his plans changed.”

She was stiff, all that relaxation she’d had gone with this new arrival.

Shit. All of his relaxation was gone. He was about to meet his girlfriend’s dad. Fuck. He’d never met a girlfriend’s dad before. Not one he actually cared about. He’d met the parents of targets he was investigating, usually sometime before he had all of them arrested because the family was usually in on it.

He was kind of a bastard.

But that was about to change because he wouldn’t seduce anyone for intel again. He cared about Taylor, and he was going to put her first. “I’ll get dressed, but don’t lie to him about us. I’m not some random operative who needed a place to hide.”

She tugged her shirt over her head, her pajama bottoms already on. She’d left off the soaked undies. “Uh, that’s kind of exactly how we met.”

He tossed the condom in the bathroom trash and reached for his pants. “But it’s not what we are now. Don’t lie to him.” There was another loud banging. “Maybe you should wait for me.”

She waved him off. “I’m fine. No one knows we’re here except my dad and both of our bosses. I don’t think the bears would knock. The good news is if they made it here, we can probably get down the mountain.”

She strode away and he kind of stumbled, trying to get his pants on. His muscles weren’t working properly yet. They were going to have a long talk about when she needed to obey him for safety’s sake. Of course at this point she was Agency, too, but when she wasn’t, he was going to make sure she didn’t ever put herself in the line of fire. Even with her father.

He finally managed to get his damn pants on and found his SIG. He better walk out and find her armed no matter how sure she was about who was at the door.

Then he was moving into the living area—the same one where they’d begun this incredibly important moment in their lives—and his heart dropped.

Brad stood there, a grim look on his face and a file in his hands. “Hey, Drake. We need to talk.”

What the hell was Brad doing here? He wasn’t a field agent. He rarely left Langley. That was the moment he realized something was wrong. And that something was missing. Something important.

“Where’s Taylor?” The door was closed, and he heard the sound of tires crunching on the snow. He moved to the door, flinging it open. A cold wind hit his chest, sending a chill where once he’d been warm.

A big SUV was driving away.

“She’s been taken into custody. Drake, what’s happened with her… It’s going to be classified at a level you won’t be able to deal with. I don’t even know what exactly has happened,” Brad admitted. “Though I know it’s bad, and we probably won’t see her again. I think the higher-ups have figured out why her father’s been making regular trips to Cuba and covering it up.”

His stomach took a deep dive. This couldn’t be happening again. “Cuba?”

Lev Sokolov was a former Russian operative. Had he been a double all this time? Cuba would be a good place to meet with his Russian handlers.

Brad nodded. “Yes. Over the last couple of months, he’s taken several trips to Havana. He lied about where he was. That’s what Lydia managed to discover. Beyond that, not even her sources inside the support staff are talking about.”

His logistics and communications tech was excellent at ferreting out gossip among her coworkers and bringing it back to him. Even inside the Agency, intel was valuable. If Lydia couldn’t find it out, it was bad. Very bad. Classified beyond his rank bad.

“Taylor wasn’t involved.” He said the words but even as they came out of his mouth his brain was already working overtime.

That was what you thought about Julia when Kyle came to you. Your sister couldn’t be involved. Your sister was…she was your sister and you didn’t know who she was. Why the fuck would you think you know who a chick you fucked once is?

Because it hadn’t been fucking. It had been something more. It had felt like something more.

“I don’t know.” Brad tapped the folder in his hand. “But I’ll check into it. Uhm, is there something I should know, man? I wasn’t close to her when they took her out, but she was saying something about needing to talk to you. And she wasn’t…well, she seemed as quickly dressed as you do. Did something happen?”

Drake felt his heart harden. How could this have happened twice in such a short amount of time? Julia had tricked him and now Taylor. She’d likely thought he could help her when the Agency found out what her father had been doing.

Or she’d thought she could use him to better her father’s position with his Russian homeland. So when they went back, they could go in glory, and he would be the idiot spy who gave up all his country’s secrets to a woman who led him around by his cock.

She could have cost him his whole career, could have cost his family everything. His mother would lose her legacy if anyone found out about Julia. He’d been careful to cover it up and then he’d nearly fucked it all up by falling for a damn Russian asset.

He forced himself to go cold as he turned to the man he considered a friend. “I was working her. You told me to figure out what was going on. You could have given me a heads-up that I didn’t need to fuck her to get the intel. If you’d been an hour quicker, you might have spared me the experience.”

He hated every word that came out of his mouth, but he needed them because he might not survive if anyone ever figured out how close he’d come to giving that woman his soul.

“I’m sorry.” Brad frowned. “The bosses didn’t want to give her a heads-up. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to sleep with her. But I can make up for it. I’ve got a lead you’re going to want. I think I know who killed Borys.”

He stared for a moment, though the SUV that had taken her away was long gone.

He still had a job to do, and it looked like he’d barely missed taking yet another bullet for a woman he’d loved.

Love. What a fucking word.

He hadn’t loved Taylor. He’d been vulnerable, and she’d been a good memory. A memory from a time when the world hadn’t seemed so complex. She couldn’t have known he would end up here, but she’d been excellent at using him once he was.

Or maybe she’d had something to do with it. He couldn’t count that out.

He shoved it aside and closed the door before turning to Brad. “Tell me.”

It was time to get back to work.