Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 3) (18 page)

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” Travis leaned forward and hit a button. The dark divider between driver and passengers slid into place, providing the two of them privacy from any prying eyes. “You’re treading on dangerous ground.”

She certainly hoped so. Never in her life had she initiated lovemaking but she wasn’t going to let her fear get in the way. “I’ve never done that before so I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

His hand insinuated itself between her back and the seat until he was tugging on her hair, tilting her face so she had to look up at him. He didn’t look angry but he wasn’t smiling either. “Actions have consequences. Are you sure you want to go there?”

Their lips were a mere breath apart and she purposely pushed away that annoying little warning voice in her head that said to be a good girl.

Been there, done that.

“I think I want to push some boundaries. Cross some lines. How do you feel about that?”

Her fingers shifted until her hand sat directly on top of his hardening length. She heard his sharp indrawn breath but his hips lifted slightly as if to press himself more firmly into her palm. She immediately took the hint and caressed him through the denim of his pants before becoming frustrated, tugging at the buttons of his fly.

Hissing as her fingers found skin, he stretched out his long legs and positioned himself on the seat so that she could get a better grasp. He was hot, hard, and much more than a handful but she tightened her grip and ran it up and down the shaft until he groaned, his head falling back on the seat, his eyes closed with the onslaught of pleasure.

Checking once more to make sure the driver couldn’t see them, she dropped to her knees in front of him and tugged his pants and boxers down far enough that he sprung free. A glistening drop of pre-cum was already decorating the reddish-purple tip and she swiped at it with her tongue, drawing a tortured moan from Travis and giving her confidence a much-needed boost.

His hands reached for her but she captured his wrists and shook her head. “No, I want to do this. Will you let me?”

Travis regarded her steadily, his gaze taking in every detail of the scene before him. She could only imagine what she looked like on her knees, her hair disheveled and her skin flushed with desire. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know that but this is something I want to do. Not because I think you expect it and not because you want it. I’m doing it because the thought of it turns me on.”

Apparently she’d spoken the magic words. He relaxed back in the seat and let her take control. He wouldn’t allow it for long but he seemed content for now.

Aubrey ran her hands up and down his thighs, pushing them apart as far as his jeans would allow. She gripped his shaft, caressing it from root to tip as he hissed and groaned. She rolled his sac between her fingers as she eased her mouth around the mushroom head, her tongue stimulating the sensitive spot just underneath. His hips jerked and he pressed farther into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat. Her eyes watered at the intimate invasion but she consciously relaxed her throat and jaw to take him as deeply as she possibly could.

Her panties were soaked and she had to brace herself on her knees well apart to keep from toppling over, she was shaking that hard. She’d set up a slow rhythm, keeping her mouth tight, moving her head up and down so as to simulate a good hard fucking as closely as possible.

His fingers tangled in her hair, his hands guiding her motions but she didn’t take the time to chide him for trying to take control. She’d known it would be only a matter of time. With his urging she sped up, concentrating on the tip and using her hands on the lower half, her fingertips tracing the blue and red veins that stood out in stark relief to the velvet covered length. He was a beautiful man and this part of him was no exception.

His balls had tightened against his body and his breathing had become more ragged. She knew he was close so she wasn’t prepared for his strong hands to lift her up and off until she was deposited on the seat next to him, his arms wrapped tightly around her body and his chest heaving with the effort to take a single breath.

“Why did you stop me?”

“Because I want to be inside of you,” he whispered into her ear, his warm breath caressing the sensitive flesh there. “Because I want to look into your eyes when you come apart. You’re so damn beautiful, baby.”

If she hadn’t been wet before his hoarse confession she’d be drenched now. Reaching under her short cotton sundress she tugged her panties down, one of the leg openings getting stuck on her sandals, but she managed to kick them off and let them drift to the floor of the limousine. His own hands were caressing her breasts through the thin material of the bodice and his trembling fingers went to the hidden zipper under her arm. He groaned as the dress parted, revealing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze.

His shaft pressed into her damp slit and she could feel it pulse in time with his heartbeat, sending frissons of pleasure straight to her clit. Bending his head, he captured an already erect nipple in his mouth. He nipped and tugged at the engorged flesh until she was writhing on top of him, white hot heat sweeping through her veins.

“Now,” she breathed, her nails digging into his thighs. “Please, now.”

“Are you ready for me?”

His voice, dark as a midnight sky, sent a shiver down her spine. Someday she might be able to come just from him speaking in her ear, making filthy, dirty, toe-curling suggestions. A thick finger slid deep inside of her and she threw back her head and moaned at the delicious invasion. She was so wet there had been no hesitation or discomfort and he easily added a second, moving them in and out and rubbing a sweet spot that had her quivering in his arms.

His hands gripped her hips and his thighs spread farther apart, pushing her own even wider so she was at his mercy. She braced her hands on his shoulders as his steely length nudged at her entrance. Pushing into her slowly, his fingers tightened and the slight pain mixed with pleasure of being fully impaled by him made her head swim and her arousal build. By the time he was seated deep inside the walls of her channel were fluttering and gripping him tightly. She felt another rush of honey as he pulled almost all the way out, and then his hips snapped upward and she filled completely once again.

“Oh God,” she whispered, leaning down to brace her forehead against his broad shoulder. “So good.”

She didn’t realize he’d even heard her but he snapped his teeth together, his jaw tight as he ground out, “It’s never been better, baby. I want this to fuck you hard and fast so I can start all over and do it again and again.”

That sounded good. Very good. Aubrey was on board for that plan. Now he just needed to get on with it.

“Yes, do it.” Her fingers flexed impatiently on his biceps, needing Travis to do something…anything…dammit, he needed to move. “Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckled and began thrusting hard and deep but deliberate and slow. “You never have to beg, my sweet. I’m yours for the taking whenever you want me.”

“Then fuck me now, cowboy.”

Aubrey had never been so brazen, but then she’d never seduced a man in the back of a limousine before with a driver not four feet from where she was currently riding her sexy as hell boyfriend. She bit her lip to keep in her moans as Travis settled into a fast rhythm, his hips bucking underneath her like the broncos she’d seen him ride at the ranch.

Only he could last much longer than eight seconds.

Holding on for dear life, she arched her back and let her lids flutter closed as he thrust into her deeper and faster, finding the angle that made her crazy and stroking it again and again until she was teetering on the precipice, her orgasm shimmering just out of reach.

Travis reached down and pressed a thumb to her clit and her body’s response was instantaneous. Like a bolt of electricity running from head to toe, her walls clenched around him as her orgasm took control. She bit into his shoulder to muffle her scream as her body trembled with the force of her climax. He found his own completion moments later, thrusting into her one last time, every muscle tense and rigid as he whispered her name as reverently as a prayer.

She collapsed on his chest with his arms around her like steel bands. The heavy aroma of sweat, leather, and sex hung in the air and she pressed kisses to the love bites she’d left on his otherwise smooth skin. If anyone saw them they’d know exactly what she and Travis had been up to.

His large hands cradled her head and he lifted her face so he could steal a long, slow kiss from her lips, their tongues dancing and rubbing until he groaned again, a laugh escaping from his firm, masculine lips.

“We better clean up and zip up, baby. We’re almost to the resort. I’m sure our driver would love to get an eyeful of you but he might not be as thrilled to see all of me.” He kissed her again, hard but brief. “I can’t wait to get you back to our suite. I hope I haven’t worn you out.”

Giggling, she let her fingers run through his thick, springy hair. “Not in the least. There are several more things I want to do to you tonight. We are celebrating, after all.”

“That’s what I love about you, kitten. Your enthusiasm.”

Aubrey didn’t know if it was truly love yet, but if there was any man on this earth she could love it was this one. He was everything she’d hoped for and much more.

He was real, and solid and respectful.

And sexy.

She just might let herself fall in love with him.

It would be the most dangerous thing she’d ever done.

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T
ravis and Aubrey
paused outside of Martin and Alana’s suite door. He gently squeezed her hand to remind her that it was simply breakfast. Martin might know that Aubrey had been a suspect but he also knew that she was in the clear. He certainly didn’t know about the specifics of what Bruce had threatened and he need never know. Travis would take Aubrey’s secret to the grave. Honestly it wasn’t anything she should feel embarrassed about but it would take more than a weekend in Florida to convince her of that.

Hopefully they had a lifetime.

“Ready?” Travis asked Aubrey. She took a deep breath but nodded, shifting on her feet. She was dressed in a pretty flowered dress today and gold flat sandals. She’d pulled her long thick hair back with a barrette and it showed off the graceful curve of her neck and shoulders. Even after a night filled with lovemaking his body hadn’t had enough. Like a hormone filled teenager he wanted her again.

Rapping his knuckles on the door, he leaned over to give Aubrey a quick kiss on the forehead and barely made it before Alana was there ushering them in and back out to the patio where they’d visited previously.

“Thanks for the breakfast invite.” Travis sat down with Aubrey on his right and Martin and Alana across from him. “Is Caroline joining us?”

A frown flitted across Martin’s features only to be replaced with anger. “She’s still asleep. That damn detective questioned her for over two hours yesterday. Finally our attorney called a halt to the whole thing but by then she was so upset she couldn’t get to sleep for hours. Alana finally convinced Caroline to take one of her Ambien pills which luckily worked.”

Shrugging, Alana poured them all coffee from the large carafe. “My insomnia finally paid off in some way. Within a half hour she was out like a light. With everything she’s been through she deserves a good rest. There’s the room service.”

Alana bustled back into the suite to let in the food delivery and Travis took the opportunity to lean closer to Martin. “Listen, I want to apologize about the last time we talked. I didn’t mean to come off–”

“Don’t give it another thought.” Martin chuckled at Travis’s discomfiture. “You’re like me, son. When you’re determined you make things happen and that’s exactly what someone needs to do. Have you found out anything?”

“Shane’s due back later today. He’s been running around New York City trying to talk to the bookie and also to a few other people, so he hasn’t contacted me.”

“Which frustrates the hell out of you.” Aubrey patted him on the arm. “He said if he had anything significant he would call. I think this just means that he hasn’t learned anything that earth shattering.”

That’s what Travis was afraid of but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Neither he nor Shane could force anyone to talk to them. As it was, they’d used some rather underhanded techniques to speak to people. Not that he regretted it. He’d do anything to clear Aubrey or any of his friends and family, but he’d only wished he could do it a little more out in the open.

Martin smiled kindly at Aubrey. “I’m sorry that you got caught up in this. I hate to speak ill of the dead but Bruce caused a lot of trouble in his life. Hopefully he’ll find some peace, as we all will too.”

“Thank you,” Aubrey replied softly. “I hope your granddaughter is going to be okay. Being married to Bruce couldn’t have been easy.”

“Being his widow hasn’t turned out to be much better.” Alana was back on the patio directing the staff as to where to place the trays of food. “She’s going to go through more hell before this over. Even in death he can’t leave her alone.”