Deadly Testimony (14 page)

She landed heavily on top of him, forcing grunts out of the both of them. Somehow, she wasn’t even going to mind the bruises. This was more fun than she’d had in a while.

“Minx.” He was breathless now and still a little stunned.

The clothes around her throat tightened as his left hand took hold, and he pivoted his hips under her. Throwing his left leg up, she found herself in the beginning of a triangle hold.

Really?

She got her feet under her and heaved herself—and him—up until she was half-standing and slammed him back on the ground. He loosened his hold. Pivoting to her right, she released his right arm so she could get into position to secure an arm bar on his left.

Before she could manage it, he rotated on top of her. “No you don’t.”

She half snarled, half giggled. “Yes, I do.”

And she blocked his right knee with her leg, raising her hips, placing the ball of her right foot on the ground near his other knee and pushing with her right. As he came off the floor, she pulled him to the left to continue the momentum of the roll...

...and landed on top of him.

He chuckled and repeated the move right back on her, rolling them even farther until they both hit the wall, laughing.

She buried her fingers into his hair and his hands gripped the back of her neck.

They met in a kiss, hard and hot and so incredibly good. If she’d been breathing hard before, she lost everything in that kiss.

Suddenly, she didn’t care about anything but his body against hers. He wasn’t her client anymore and she wasn’t on contract. This was between them, person to person. They were safe enough for an indulgence, here and now, later they might not be. They twisted and rolled, and he was under her again as she straddled him. His hands roamed over her as she had her way with his mouth.

She let him up for air for a second as she decided whether she wanted to lick his pulse or nip at his collarbone.

Kyle’s voice rolled over her, husky and dark, sending delicious shivers down her spine. “Let’s get rid of the pants.”

Chapter Fifteen

She agreed with him about the pants, she did. But straddling him the way she was, she couldn’t resist rocking her hips against him and enjoying the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her through the layers of clothing.

Kyle sat up, his hands on her hips, encouraging her to grind into him again.

So she did. And then she groaned because it felt really good. Or maybe they both groaned.

He slid one hand up her arm in a skilled caress, running his fingertips up the line of her neck before cradling her head and drawing her in for another kiss. She drank him in, reveling in the sensuality he awakened in her. This was good, really good, and she wanted to enjoy it.

His hand tightened in her hair as he broke away to trail kisses down her jaw and neck.

Damn, it had been a long dry spell.

She gasped for breath, clutched his chest, loved the play of muscles under his skin. When he set his teeth against her shoulder, not enough to break skin but definitely enough to mark her, she nipped at his ear.

He caught her mouth for a kiss again and sucked on her lower lip briefly. Then kissed the small hurt he’d left. She liked this, the mix of gentle and sharp. His whisper-soft, featherlight touches alternating with the strong grip of his fingers in just the right places.

She tightened her legs, her thighs pressing hard against either side of his, encouraging him. He cupped the curve of her ass, pulled her in close as he pressed kiss after kiss against her collarbone. His fingers tightened on her, alternating between gripping and caressing.

Barely a minute or two of play and she was all ready to have him inside her.

She let her head fall back, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations. She arched her back, lifting her chest to meet him, her breasts heavy and aching for his touch. When he found the nipple of her right breast, he sucked at it through her shirt and bra, the heat of his mouth burning through the layers of fabric as she tightened for him. He squeezed and kneaded her ass as he turned his attention to her other breast, nipping this time until she cried out and jerked her head up.

“Come here, Isabelle.” His voice had deepened, dark and intimate. Liquid heat built between her legs.

She looked down into his face, her sight too unfocused to really see him, her hair falling around them in a curtain. He’d undone her ponytail and she hadn’t even realized. Didn’t mind either. He chuckled, a sound full of masculine pleasure and arrogance, and captured her mouth again. He kissed her deeper this time, his tongue darting deep into her mouth in sure strokes. His hands wandered over the curve of her back, one arm supporting her while he slid the other hand around to her front, grasping the swell of her breast.

He groaned then, against her lips. “I want to taste more of you.”

When he coaxed her arms above her head, she let him take off her shirt and toss it to the side. He passed one hand across her back and her bra fell loose around her shoulders.

She laughed. “Got a lot of practice?”

“Saves time and frustration,” he murmured, completely unashamed.

Her thoughts scattered as his mouth closed over one nipple and he cupped her other breast in his hand. He sucked first, brushing the pad of his thumb over the opposite nipple as he did. The dual sensations, contrast between the scalding suction of his mouth and the slightly rough texture of his thumb shot through her and scrambled her brain.

She’d have fallen backward if it hadn’t been for his other arm curved around her waist, holding her in place for him. As it was, she grasped at his shoulders for balance as he licked at her nipple as if it was his favorite lollipop, circling and tasting.

But she wanted to taste too.

She changed her grip on his shoulders, pushing him back with her palms. “My turn.”

He ceded control to her, letting her press him down onto his back. His gaze burned into her as he watched her undo the drawstring at his waist, even as he lifted his hips to help her ease his pants down and off. He was at attention in every way, his erection hard and impressive.

Oh and she wanted him in her mouth.

But she didn’t take him right away. The man was a tease and good at it. The least she could do was give him a little of his own back.

She ran her tongue along the length of him, keeping her gaze locked with his as she did. If anything, he grew harder and his eyes started to glaze.

Good.

Swirling her tongue around his tip, she caught the tiniest taste of salt before she opened wider and took him into her mouth. He groaned then and his eyes rolled up and back. She smiled.

It was a pleasure to make a man lose himself in what she could do to him. Too many men tried to control this and she tended to get irritated. But Kyle was letting her do as she pleased, and letting her know exactly what worked for him in the process. This was the way she liked it.

Besides, she enjoyed the texture of his soft skin in contrast to the hardness of his erection. And there were his balls.

Easing back, she flicked the tip of her tongue along the ridge around the head of his penis. Propping herself up on one elbow, she used her free hand to caress his balls. The delicate skin of his scrotum tightened at her touch and her fingertips found the super soft spot just behind his balls, lightly brushing him until he lifted his hips.

She took him into her mouth then, as much as she could fit, until his head bumped the back of her throat.

He let out a cross between a moan and a groan. His hands reached out to her, gathered up her hair and held it clear of her face. He didn’t try to grab her head and force it toward his hips, didn’t try to control her at all. So she withdrew in a slow, steady suck as she met his gaze again.

His eyes were wild, lips parted, and he watched her with an intense hunger as he held her hair back. He was enjoying watching her, she realized. The eye contact was intimate, electrifying.

She laved the length of him with her tongue, getting her taste of him and taking her time doing it before lowering her mouth over his tip and sucking on him again. Starting light, she sucked and licked and sucked increasingly harder, watching him enjoy more and more until it was a little too hard and the muscle at his jaw tightened.

Wrapping the fingers of her free hand around the base of his penis, she eased back to the suction she’d found he liked best. His eyes shuttered closed and his head tilted back as those delicious, well-defined abs tightened.

“Isabelle,” he gasped. “This. Incredible. Won’t last long.”

His hands coaxed her back and she let him, smiling. He was honest too and she appreciated it.

“Condom. In my toiletry kit.”

She raised an eyebrow but hey, she tended to pack for any situation too and a toiletry bag was something she kept assembled and ready to toss into whatever bag she was packing. She imagined he did the same.

Rather than make him get up to get it, she gave him another teasing suck over the tip to leave him gasping and went to retrieve the condom.

He opened his eyes as she straddled him again, watched her roll the condom over his length. His hands took her hips and helped her settle over him. When the tip of his penis found her entrance, he caught her gaze and asked quietly, sincerely, “May I?”

She bit her lip then. His consideration undid her. Lost for words, she nodded, bracing her hands against his chest as she lowered herself down on him and he lifted his hips to meet her.

He entered her in a slow, delicious slide.

She shuddered as he filled her, stretched her just enough to make her core clench around him. Oh, he was magnificent, no lie. He buried himself to the hilt inside her and they were a perfect fit.

After savoring the feel of him for a moment, she started to rock her hips. He watched her with a lazy smile, his hands lightly playing over her hips and the curve of her ass as she moved, then his hips started to move to match her.

The change in motion made her clit rub against the very lowest part of his abs, the light brush of skin against her a fantastic tease. She leaned forward, trying to increase the friction, and let her nipples rub against his chest.

He lifted his head to her lips and kissed her then, deep and long until she was drowning.

When the kiss ended, he gently placed a hand against her shoulder and pressed her back into an upright position. His hips still lifted into her, picking up speed. Her breath caught as his hand slid from her shoulder to her breast, kneading and toying with her nipple. His other hand coasted over her thigh and reached between her legs until his thumb pressed against her clit.

His hips surged up then, his cock driving into her as his thumb rubbed tiny circles around her clit.

She cried out and held on to him.

He froze. “Hurt?”

“Oh my God,” she gasped, “If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you.”

He laughed then and did it again. And again.

It felt so incredibly good. She rocked her hips to meet him, encourage him, as the pleasure of it took over. She threw her head back as the muscles deep inside her tightened.

“I’m coming,” she gasped out the warning.

His hands settled on her hips as he drove upward into her one more time and she went over the edge, crying out as she did.

He sat up as the orgasm shook her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his chest. He buried his face in the side of her neck and came with her.

* * *

Kyle came to awareness slowly, noting with appreciation that the carpet beneath his back was reasonably easy on the skin. No rug burns, though he’d have considered them a small price to pay for the amazingly enjoyable time they’d both just had.

Lizzy had lowered herself to lay tucked against his side, her legs entwined with his and her head pillowed on his biceps. “Welcome back to the world.”

He chuckled, supremely satisfied for the moment. “Was I gone long?”

She shifted next to him, propping herself up on one elbow and leaning over him to trail a fingertip over his chest. “Only a few minutes. Long enough to catch your breath.”

She sounded smug. He smiled and reached up to play with a few loose strands of her dark hair. She had every right to be.

He let his eyes close again, relaxing under her fingertips and curving his arm around her so he could enjoy the softness of her skin under his own hand. He stroked her back gently, amazed at the supple softness of a woman so strong. He couldn’t get enough of touching her.

“Mmm. We’re going to end up falling asleep here.” Her warning was halfhearted.

He opened his eyes and looked up into her playful gaze. “You look wide-awake. But if you are so inclined, I have no qualms with pulling the blankets down off the bed and making a nest right here.”

He’d dispose of the used condom and perhaps move a few others to a more readily accessible location. Just in case.

She chuckled. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on the floor.”

“I can imagine your line of work has taken you to some uncomfortable places.” He found himself curious. He’d never been much for pillow talk but she fascinated him.

“Sure.” She rose though, sitting back on her heels, and gathered her hair into a tidy ponytail. “Deploy enough times and you learn to catch sleep however it comes to you. Mostly, I catnap but I don’t sleep in often and I don’t crash on the floor unless the bed is too soft.”

“Ah.” He paused. Her background was mostly a mystery to him, he realized, but he could make some guesses about the kind of danger soldiers lived through. “It must be hard to sleep in the presence of a stranger.”

“I generally don’t, if I can help it.” She definitely wasn’t sleepy. He propped himself up on his elbows as she stood and walked into the sitting room. Naked.

“I’d think you’d like the comfort of a good mattress.” It seemed wiser to retreat to a more harmless path for their conversation. He was enjoying the view as she checked the door and then her laptop. She was continually vigilant, even in the midst of an unexpected tryst. He should be grateful even if his pride did end up somewhat bruised to be so easily set aside for work.

She shrugged as she returned and stepped into the bathroom, only partially closing the door as she ran water and freshened up. “Some hotel beds are too soft, like trying to sleep on a marshmallow. Pillow tops aren’t my favorite and I definitely don’t like memory foam.”

There he agreed with her. “It’s hard to move on memory foam mattresses and I wake up with a sore back.”

“Yeah.” She emerged and sat on the edge of the bed, holding out a washcloth. “This hotel has promise though. The bed doesn’t seem too squishy.”

“It’s quite firm, actually.” He rose and stood in front of her, other parts of him waking up in response to her continued relaxed exposure. Every inch of her was sleekly beautiful and he appreciated how comfortable she was in just her skin.

Instead of handing the cloth to him, she proceeded to gently wash him. “I can see that.”

He’d become erect under her gaze and he was getting harder as she continued her ministrations. He enjoyed her consideration too. Usually he was the one to take care of such practicalities. Cleanliness was important to him. He’d set the earlier used condom aside discretely and he was happy to see she’d brought a handful with her along with the wash cloth.

“Perhaps I could convince you to give the bed a try tonight.” He pressed her back, pausing to nuzzle her breasts as she lay down for him.

As interested as he was in conversation, he was also ready to explore other means of getting to know her better.

* * *

Lizzy rose and stretched, completely naked and utterly satisfied. No doubt about it, good sex was the best kind of therapy, especially when her partner was up for several rounds through the course of a night. They’d gone from the floor to the bed to the sofa and back to the bed again with only enough rest in between for her to assure herself that their room was still secure. And she was seriously hoping they’d have time to consider the bathroom counter.

Kyle sat in the bed, looking rumpled and equally as satisfied. His eyelids heavy over his dark eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re getting back to work already?”