[4 Seasons 01] Seducing Summer (16 page)

Gene could tell the moment Callie
surrendered and made up her mind to stay with him. In spite of her encouraging
reply on the beach, as they’d entered the room she’d turned stiff and
reluctant, not pushing him away but not completely welcoming his touch, either.
He guessed she was wary because of what had happened last time, and he cursed
himself for being so selfish and cold toward her.

It wouldn’t happen again. He was
determined. He’d fought with his principles, but they weren’t strong enough to
overpower his attraction to Callie, and now he’d finally accepted that he
wasn’t going to hold back.

He’d consoled himself by thinking that
being this close to Callie was even better for her safety, because he wouldn’t
be leaving her alone at night. He’d know if she wanted to go out for a walk, or
if someone knocked on her door, or if there was someone prowling outside, and
he’d be able to take steps to combat that.

Being emotionally involved with a client
might not have been the smartest thing, but he was over berating himself for
it. From now on, he would stop wrangling with himself, and put all his energy
into showing her how he felt about her.

And he could see when she came to a similar
decision, because her shoulders loosened, her arms slid around his waist, and
she leaned against him as she reached up to kiss him properly.

Her mouth was sweet with wine, and he gave
a long sigh, enjoying not only the sensation of her pressed to him, but also
the anticipation of what would happen over the next few hours. What could be
better than spending a summer evening with a gorgeous, naked blonde and having
his wicked way with her as often as he could manage it?

Except she wasn’t naked yet, and it was
about time he rectified that situation.

Gently, he took her nearly finished glass
of wine and placed it with his on a nearby table, then gathered the hem of her
sundress in his hands and lifted it up. Callie’s eyes widened, but she just raised
her arms as he pulled the dress up her body and over her head, and then let it
flutter down onto the table.

Today she wore a gorgeous bra and panties
set, the satin material the color of the paua shell she’d picked up on the
beach, a blend of turquoise, blue, and purple swirls, outlined in purple ribbon
and with a turquoise bow between her breasts. “Another of Rowan’s designs?” he
asked, running the tip of his finger beneath the ribbon along the top of her
right breast.

She nodded, her gaze fixed on his face, a
small smile on her lips.

“Pretty.” He traced across to her left
breast. “So pretty I’d love to leave it on, but I’m afraid that’s not going to
happen.”

She laughed, not complaining when he moved
his hands behind her back to unfasten the clasp of her bra. He loved what
happened when the elastic of a bra revealed a woman’s breasts—how the boned and
shaped garment collapsed in his hands and released her body, her muscles
relaxing and settling to her natural shape. In Callie’s case, her breasts were
on the large side but still youthfully high, and he cupped them with his palms
and squeezed gently, incredibly turned on just by the feel of her, so soft and
yielding in his hands.

Tossing back her hair, she pulled back her
shoulders and arched into his touch, and he sighed. Her nipples were the color
of the sky to the west, a rose pink, and they felt softer than the rest of her,
swollen in the heat, large and round and just begging to be teased. So he did,
running a finger around the outside, which slowly contracted like a flower
closing its petals for the night.

It was no good—he needed to get his mouth
on them. Wanting her to be comfortable, he took her hand and led her across to
the bed, then gestured for her to climb onto the mattress while he unbuttoned
his shirt. She did so, but remained kneeling as he stripped, and just sank onto
her haunches while he undid his jeans and, with a deep breath, slid them down
his legs and stepped out of them.

He hated undressing in front of someone,
whether it was a woman or a doctor or a friend at the pool, but Callie’s words
about starting off the right way had rung home.
No secrets, Gene.
His
hands hesitated for a brief second, the secret he still kept hanging between
them like an opaque curtain, but he swept it aside and removed his briefs,
returning to stand before her naked.

Her gaze rested on his hip, soft and light
as a butterfly. Slowly, as if reaching out to a wounded animal—which he
supposed he was, in a way—she lifted a hand and pressed her fingertips to the
scar. He looked down, embarrassed by the puckered skin, the jagged scar that
was still a dark pink and stood out starkly against his tan. A bullet had
smashed through his pelvis, and it had been a miracle he’d had no lasting
damage to his crown jewels. It had taken several long and extensive surgeries
to rebuild the bone, and he bore enough metal pins to set off the detector in
an airport, but he was immensely grateful that he’d regained ninety percent of
his movement. He’d worked hard to get to that stage, practically learning to
walk again, but it had been worth it.

Callie trailed her forefinger across the
scar, her face showing no sign of the revulsion he’d worried would appear
there. Her finger continued moving, and he caught his breath as she closed her
hand around his erection.

“Impressive,” she said. Gently, she stroked
him, her hot gaze studying the way she revealed and then closed the skin over
the bulbous tip.

“Jesus.” He swelled in her hand, closing
his eyes for a moment at the blissful sensation. She continued to stroke,
gentle and yet firm, and he bore her touch for as long as he could before he
opened his eyes and carefully removed her hand by the wrist. “Lie back,” he
instructed. “My turn.”

Callie shifted up the bed, her arms above
her head, stretching elegantly, wearing nothing but her tiny panties. Her skin
glistened in the warmth of the room. “Mmm,” she said, obviously enjoying the
feeling of the sun across her like a golden blanket.

Climbing onto the mattress, Gene stretched
out beside her, propped up on an elbow, and looked down at her dips and curves
as she wriggled like a cat beneath him.

“I’m so turned on,” she said breathlessly.
“You have a fantastic body.”

“Thank you.” He was genuinely flattered by
her comment.

“Mmm.” She ran a hand up his arm, admiring
his muscles, and down his chest, exploring his pecs and abs. “I’m so lucky.”

“You’re lucky? I feel as if I’ve won the
lottery.” Placing a hand on her thigh, he stroked up her body, following the
way it curved out over her hips, then into her waist, then out again to her
breasts. She closed her eyes, moving beneath his hand, her lips parting with a
moan. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to just mount her
and thrust them both to oblivion, but he forced himself to hold back. He wanted
this to be an exploration of each other, and he wanted to draw out her pleasure
until she was begging him to let her come. He wanted her crazy for him, again
and again, until she couldn’t bear to be apart from him.

So he spent a while just stroking her,
learning the landscape of her body, like a sexual Marco Polo, discovering every
freckle and hair, where she was ticklish, and which erogenous zones made her
sigh and squirm beneath him. Eventually, when he couldn’t wait any longer, he
kissed her lips, delving his tongue inside, then kissed around to her ear and
sucked the lobe into his mouth. He brushed his lips down her neck, finding the
spot with his tongue where her pulse raced just beneath the surface, and sucked
there, giving a satisfied smirk when he lifted his head and saw that the skin
in that spot had flushed pink.

His blood rising, he kissed down to her
breast, cupping it with a hand to lift the nipple to his mouth. They’d relaxed
again from the warmth of the room, and when he covered each one with his mouth,
it was like sucking on a soft truffle, the velvety texture making his mouth
water. He squeezed them gently with his tongue to make them contract, and then
he flicked and nibbled and teased with his lips until they hardened and
lengthened to shining beads.

Callie was moaning and writhing beneath him
by now, and he thought it was about time that he turned his attention to the
lower half of her body. So he brushed his lips slowly down her ribs, tasting
her skin with his tongue, kissing over her stomach, then from hip to hip across
the line of her panties. At the same time, he stroked up the inside of her
thigh to cup her mound, and he pressed gently with his fingers, massaging her
folds through the satin material.

As he’d suspected, she was swollen and wet,
her panties quickly becoming soaked with her moisture, but he continued to
stroke, turned on by the way the material became slippery.

Eventually, though, he shifted on the bed and
moved between her legs, kneeling up to pull her panties down. They left her wet
flesh reluctantly, and she gave a little moan as they peeled away, fidgeting on
the bed beneath him while he made himself comfortable.

“Stop wriggling,” he scolded, pushing her
knees wide to expose all of her to his gaze.

She groaned and covered her face with her
arms, and he gave a short laugh. Let her be embarrassed at his lustful stare.
He couldn’t have stopped for the world.

For a moment, he just studied her, admiring
the glisten of her folds, the shimmer of her skin. Then he lifted a hand and
stroked down either side, enjoying the feel of her silky soft body. Finally, he
used both hands to part her folds, exposing her clit to his gaze.

Lowering his head, he covered the swollen
bud with his mouth. Callie gave a long, sexy moan. Slowly, he began to explore
her most secret area with his lips and tongue, finding out what pressure she
liked, and whether she responded to light and fast, or slow and firm licks.

At first, her thighs remained tense on
either side of him, the muscles tight, but the more he licked and sucked, the
more she relaxed, her thighs loosening and her movements becoming more
uninhibited.

Only then did he add his fingers to the
mix, and he slid two down and into her, slow and careful so he didn’t hurt or
alarm her. There wasn’t much chance of that, though, because she was incredibly
wet, and she gave small but obvious thrusts of her hips to match the movement
of his fingers, encouraging him to stroke more firmly.

“Oh…” she said, dropping her knees to the
sides and surrendering to his mouth. “Gene…”

It was the best thing in the world as she
began to tense around him, her autopilot kicking in and her body taking over,
but he wasn’t ready yet. He withdrew his fingers and lifted his head, and just
blew softly on her hot flesh.

“
Aaahhh
…” She writhed beneath him,
trying to push her hips up to meet his mouth.

He waited for about fifteen seconds,
kissing across her hips and thighs, before he lowered his head, letting her
body loosen before he began with his fingers and tongue, teasing her once more
to the edge.

Yet again, though, after about half a
minute as she began to tighten, he withdrew his fingers and lifted his head.

“Argh!” She lifted up on her elbows and
glared at him. “Gene!” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes blazing with unspent
desire.

He fixed his gaze on hers. “Lie down.”

Her chest heaved and she continued to glare
at him for a moment, then flopped back and stared up at the ceiling.

Hiding a smile, he kissed the insides of
her thighs, waiting for her to relax, and only then returned his mouth and
fingers to begin stimulating her again.

By now, her slippery moisture coated his
hand and her clit was firm and hard as a button, and as he sucked it, she gave
a long moan almost like a cry and writhed beneath him. Taking pity on her, this
time he didn’t stop but went with her all the way, and was rewarded when she
tightened around his fingers and wailed as her orgasm claimed her with thick,
hard pulses, her head lifting up and her features creasing with pleasure.

He kept his mouth there until she groaned
and collapsed back onto the mattress, and then he carefully withdrew his
fingers and took a few moments to place soft kisses and light licks, tasting
the aftershocks that rippled through her until her breathing slowed and her
body relaxed.

Callie lay high on a haze of sexual
endorphins, limp and spent. It seemed that Gene hadn’t finished with her yet,
though. He was kissing her thighs, and across her hip, slowly moving up her
body, teasing and tantalizing with his lips and tongue as he went.

“Mmm.” She felt as if she were swimming in
a huge bowl of melted chocolate, rich and sated. “That was nice.”

“It was.” He moved to lie beside her. Eyes
closed, she felt his fingers slip down between her legs, gathering her arousal.
Then, to her shock, he smoothed it across a nipple before lowering his mouth to
suck it off.

“Gene! Jeez.”

“What?” He did it again, to the other
nipple.

“I… oh…” She’d thought she was completely
spent, but to her surprise her body began to stir again.

He kissed up her neck to her mouth, wrapped
his arms around her, and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Callie
pushed herself up to sit astride him, feeling his erection like a wooden pole
between the cheeks of her bottom.

“Mmm.” She rubbed against it, liking the
way his eyelids fell to half-mast with desire. “It feels as if you’re ready for
action.”

“Always, when you’re around.” He pulled her
down to kiss her, and she gave in and opened her mouth to his searching tongue,
wanting to turn him on as much as he’d done to her. It didn’t seem to be a
difficult task. In less than a minute, he was reaching for his wallet, and she
helped him out, removing the condom, tearing off the wrapper, and rolling it on
for him.

She did it slowly, taking time to stroke
him as she went, and by the time she maneuvered herself so the tip of his
erection parted her folds, he was breathing deep and fast, and his eyes were
hot with passion.

Pushing down, she welcomed him inside her,
closing her eyes as he slid in easily. His hands landed on her hips, pushing up
the final inch, and she tipped her head back with a groan, enjoying being
filled like this, being impaled.

Holding her hips firmly, he began to thrust
hard beneath her, but Callie didn’t want that. He’d drawn out her pleasure,
taking time to arouse her, and she didn’t want this to be all about the
destination. The journey was where the fun lay.

So she took his hands, linked their
fingers, and moved them up to pin them above his head. He could have wrestled
himself free with little effort, but he chose to play along, and let her hold
him down while she began to ride him with long, slow thrusts, rocking her hips
to slide him almost out before she lowered herself again. He said nothing, but
his gray eyes fixed on hers, filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher—admiration?
Affection?

“I could get to like this,” she whispered,
bending to kiss him. “Having you at my mercy.”

He closed his eyes while she pressed her
lips to his, and she felt them curve up. “Hmm,” he said when she eventually
moved back.

“Yes.” She could feel the tension building
inside him, and she slowed her movements, enjoying the sensual slide of his
rock-hard erection through her swollen and sensitive flesh. “Maybe I’ll buy
some handcuffs and chain you to my bed at home, and keep you there for when I
feel like using you for my pleasure.”

His eyebrows rose. “Handcuffs?”

“Mmm. I’m sure Neve has a few sets in her
displays. I’d cuff each hand apart, and your legs, and bring you food so you
never had to leave.”

“I can think of worse ways to live.” His
voice had grown husky—the game was turning them both on.

She leaned over him, grazing her nipples
over his lips. He opened his mouth obligingly and sucked first one and then the
other. She kissed around to his ear, feeling his deep groan rumble through his
chest as her breasts brushed along it. The wet, hard beads of her nipples
scraped through the hair on his ribs, sending tingles right through her body,
down to her clit. “Oh…” Her orgasm wasn’t far away, but she wanted him to come
first—he deserved it.

Lifting up again, she kissed him, making
sure her thrusts were slow and regular, knowing he was close when his breathing
grew ragged and his hips thrust involuntarily. He made as if to loosen their
hands, and she knew he wanted to toss her onto her back and thrust hard to
relieve the ache inside him, but she shook her head and tightened her fingers
on his.

“Just wait,” she instructed. “Let it take you
slowly. I want to watch.”

He blinked a few times, then gave a small
nod, so she straightened her arms and continued to move, teasing him further to
the edge with each push of her hips. At one point, she let him slide almost out
of her and just teased the tip of his erection, in and out, watching his chest
heave and his face contort with pleasure, and then she sank down, taking him
all the way, and carried on with her slow thrusts.

It didn’t take long after that. With
delight, she watched his climax take him with the wash of a long, gentle wave
that gradually grew in strength rather than a tsunami. She saw his fierce
frown, his lips part with a groan, his body tense beneath her, and felt him
swell inside her as his body pulsed.

Only when he’d finished and relaxed back
into the pillows, gasping, did she thrust a little harder, grinding her clit
against him until her own orgasm hit, and she clenched around him, trying not to
laugh as he swore and complained while she squeezed his hyper-sensitized shaft.

“Ow,” he said when she finally released his
hands and fell forward onto his chest.

She gave in to the laughter and giggled
away, enjoying the warmth of his arms when he hugged her. “Sorry.”

“I think you’ve milked every last drop out
of me.”

“Mmm. I hope so.”

He sighed and kissed the top of her head,
and they lay there like that for as long as they could before they had to move.
He withdrew and disposed of the condom, and she shifted to the side, her heart
racing at the memory of how he’d been the last time they’d done this.

But this time he turned her so her back was
to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, and she nuzzled into his embrace,
enjoying the slide of their warm skin from the heat of the room. His arm rested
tightly under her breasts.

“Thank you,” she said.

She felt him chuckle. “You’re welcome.”

“I mean for not leaving immediately. I
appreciate it.”

He kissed her hair. “I’m sorry about last
time. I have to tell you, though—I’d rather go back to my own room in a while,
if that’s okay.”

The sun had set now, and the sky was
turning a darker blue and purple, with the first stars appearing—Orion to the
north, and Sirius the Dog Star shining brightly to his side.

Callie swallowed hard. “Of course.”

“It’s just… I sleep very little, and I’m
quite restless. I wouldn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I don’t mind.”

“Thank you.”

So they lay for a while, not saying much,
and then he kissed her goodnight, gathered his clothes, and left the room.

Callie curled up in the big bed, but it was
a long time before she finally fell asleep.

*

Gene was still awake, sitting at the table
in his room and working through the latest reports from his office, when his
mobile rang on the bedside table.

Holding it up to his ear, he answered,
“Hello?” as he walked over to the window. For a moment, he didn’t register who
was calling, taken aback by the beauty of the view. The sky was filled with
stars that had turned the ocean a stunning mixture of black and silver. It took
his breath away—or was he just seeing things differently through the eyes of a
man smitten by the gorgeous blonde lying in the other room?

“Gene?”

He snapped back to the present. “Kev?” He
frowned. It must have been close to midnight. “What’s up?”

“Bad news, I’m afraid.”

“What’s happened?”

“Philip’s just rung.” That was their
contact at the Special Tactics Group. “Within the space of about an hour, two
members of the jury that convicted Kirk have been shot and killed. Philip
admitted Kirk’s slipped the net.”

Cold slithered through Gene’s veins, making
him inhale sharply. “Fuck.”

“Yeah. I can’t believe it. I was convinced
he was on the verge of being found.”

“You and me both.”

“I’ll inform Ms. Hawke in the morning. I
assume she’ll contact Ms. Summer and update her.”

“Yes, I’m sure she will.” Would it have any
effect on Callie? She’d not raised the subject of the threat on her or her
mother’s life at all. Neve had suggested Callie didn’t take the threat
seriously. Would this make a difference? “All right. Stay frosty. Send me
through any details. We’ll talk more in the morning.” Gene hung up.

He leaned on the window and rested his head
on his arm. All of a sudden, he wanted nothing more than to confess to Callie
and discuss the situation with her. If she was aware of who he really was,
maybe he could convince her that his presence there was essential, and there
wouldn’t have to be any more secrets between them.

But what if he told her and she still
refused to take it seriously? If she broke off their… relationship, or whatever
it should be called, sacked him as her PA, and told him to get lost? His heart
sank. He couldn’t risk it. He wouldn’t be able to protect her properly from a
distance.

Then he gave a wry laugh.
That’s not
exactly the truth, is it?
The reason he didn’t want to tell her wasn’t just
because he was worried about protecting her, although that was important. He
didn’t want to tell her because he didn’t want to risk losing her. Not now. Not
when they’d begun something that had made him feel the best he’d felt in years.