Love in Electric Blue (Westlake Enterprises) (13 page)

He hadn’t protected the one woman in all his life that he’d cared about. She’d only been a girl then, and he’d loved her with a boy’s caring heart. But now she was a woman, full-grown. And, fuck it all, he loved her still.

Fate had brought her back to him. The past couldn’t be changed. But the future had yet to be written. Carter remained a threat to both of them. She’d saved him before. Now he had a chance to save her, to even the playing field. But more, he had another chance to see what they might be,
together
.

Perhaps the years apart had turned them in different directions. She was no longer the girl he’d loved. Nor was he the boy she’d once known, but a man smarter and harder and stronger.

And he wanted her.

From their intimacies a few days ago, he knew she desired him as well. A common interest. Lust trumped guilt, hands down. Time to stop treating her like a scared little girl. To let go of the past. But could
she
do it?

He thought about all he’d learned, all the sacrifices she’d made on his behalf, without considering what he might have wanted for her. For them. And now he had a chance to be there for her.

Remy had remained a virgin for twenty-seven years. Waiting for him, he could only hope. He’d use whatever he could get. Because before they left this tropical paradise, he planned to claim his due from Elizabeth Remington Sinclair, one kiss—and one truth—at a time.

Remy lay in the tub overlooking the ocean and sighed, still troubled. After those last few tears had fallen, she’d realized she had to let go of the past. For good.

If J.D. chose not to believe her, so be it. She wouldn’t worry or beg for his trust. Not any longer. She needed to focus on the case at hand and work to contain the threat of the Institute’s resurgence under Benjamin Carter’s helm.

She squeezed a sponge and let the cool water trickle over her chest. She wished like hell she could relax and enjoy her bath instead of imagining J.D. in the tub with her.

Odd, but she continued to think of him as J.D. She’d been doing that lately, seeing him as a new person and not Joshua, the boy she’d once loved. Probably for the best. He wasn’t the same boy anymore. No more than she could be run over with lies and threats. Nope. Not gonna happen. Ever. Again.

Firm in her resolution, she sat up straight, planning to leave the tub and get some much-needed sleep so she could deal with Carter’s mess the next day…when the door to the bathroom burst open.

She yelped and sank into the water.
“J.D.”

He stared down at her, his blue eyes blazing. “Okay, sweetheart. This is how it’s going to go.”

“What?”

He started stripping off his clothes, and she stared in shock and awe as he exposed more and more golden skin. He had little chest hair, and his muscles attested to a man in the prime of his life.

“See. Ten years ago, you took the decision from me. You made the call, and you sacrificed yourself when you didn’t have to.”

“But I—”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it.” His shirt and pants gone, he started on the band of his boxer-briefs, and her mouth went dry. “But you pissed me off.”

“I—what?” she asked weakly.

He dragged his underwear off, and she stared at a very annoyed, and very
aroused,
Joshua David Moran.

“You’re going to have to give me a sincere apology. I mean, what if
I’d
saved
your
pretty ass at great cost to my own? Wouldn’t that bother you, that I didn’t trust you enough to value your input?”

“Wait, I…huh?”

He held himself like an offering, his cock thick and long. His slit looked wet, and he rubbed his thumb over himself. “Yeah, you make me mad, Remy. Mad and hungry. I want to come inside you again. See how hard you make me? You and those pretty nipples. They like me, don’t they? ’Cause every time I’m seeing your breasts, those nipples are standing tall.”

She blushed and would have crossed her arms over her chest when he shook his head.

“Uh-uh. You owe me.”

“I
owe
you?” Was he crazy?

“Yeah. I never cry, but I cried when I thought you were dead, even after believing you’d tried to kill me. And, even worse, you made it impossible to find anyone I wanted as much as I once wanted you. For too many years I’ve been with pale substitutes.”

She glared. “So nice of you to bring up your past girlfriends. For the record, I haven’t been with anyone.”

“You mean you
hadn’t
been with anyone. Until me.” The smile he gave her turned her on even more. His energy licked at hers, and unable to stop herself, she let her inner power return the full-body caress.

“Oh fuck. That’s
good
.” The water churned, spreading the electricity bathing them both as he stepped closer. Yet he contained the energy, something he’d never before been able to do—at least, not that she knew of.

“J.D.? What are you doing?”
Except taunting me with that delicious body?

“I’m getting what’s owed me, that’s what I’m doing. You’re good at absorbing my energy. How about you swallow me, baby?” He stroked himself. “You made me this way. Now how about some reparations? I’m waiting.”

Chapter Ten

Stunned at his actions and the hunger in his gaze, her thoughts scrambled. His eyes looked like the water, bubbling and swirling with emotion.

“Well?” he asked. “You ever blown a man, Remy?”

He sounded so incredibly sexy, his voice thick, his body hard and ready…for her.

She licked her lips and shook her head.

He groaned, especially when she moved to the edge of the tub, near him. “Fuck. Okay. So you put your mouth around me. We’ll go slow, let you get used to eating me up. ’Cause you can bet that sweet little ass I’m going to return the favor.”

She nodded, mesmerized by the thought of putting her mouth around him. So intimate, so sexy. A little dirty even, which only made her want to do it more. There was so much she’d never done with a man, and so much she couldn’t imagine doing with anyone but J.D.

“That’s it, baby. Open that pretty mouth,” he encouraged and stepped closer.

She knelt in the tub and opened her mouth, watching him. Being the focus of such intensity thrilled her, and then he was there, pushing gently between her lips. The musky taste of him went straight to her head. Soap and man, so soft yet hard, as he stilled and let her learn him.

“Oh Jesus. That’s good,” he rasped and put his hands in her hair, threading through the short strands.

She sucked and licked, memorizing the feel of him. So close, this intimacy gave her control, and she loved the little groans and sighs of pleasure he made, especially when he started rocking into her mouth.

“Good girl. Take me. Yeah, lick me up.” He clenched her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but he held tight, lost in her mouth.

She moaned and bobbed over him, wanting him to lose control, to open himself fully. Smoothing more energy into him, starting at his cock, she let the power swell.

He rose on his tiptoes and thrust deeper into her mouth.

She managed not to gag and drew him in, laving him with her tongue while she sucked him harder.

“Yes, yes,” he hissed and pumped with short thrusts.

She gripped his waist and ran her hands over his tight ass. Then she yanked him hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and he lost it.

“God, I’m coming. Yes,
Remy
,
yes
.” He shuddered and came, putty in her hands.

She swallowed a mouthful, licking him clean before he shakily withdrew. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, but now she blinked them open to see the world around her bathed in blue.

He regarded her with bright eyes. “That was incredible.” His voice was thick with repletion. “So damn good.” He lifted her to her feet and slid a hand between her thighs. “You liked it too, I see.” He fondled her slick clit, and she shivered, incredibly turned on.

“Your turn,” he said as he entered the tub with her. He sat her on the ledge, then knelt in the water.

“J.D., you don’t have to…
Oh
,” she moaned, gripped the tub’s edge and threw her head back when he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“So good,” he moaned and drew on her hard nub before pushing a thick finger inside her. He pumped with first one finger, then two, while he sucked and nibbled her flesh.

The dual sensations captivated her until she was a writhing mass of need. Sighing his name and gyrating under his talented tongue, she begged for release, completely out of her element. Any shard of control she might have had disappeared the moment he’d put his head between her legs.

His tongue and lips were magic, and when he pushed through with his energy, she was helpless to deny him. The electric orgasm shocked her into a small cry, and the lingering pleasure crumbled her inner shields to nothing.

She sat, encased in a hazy pleasure she never wanted to leave. Love and affection wove through her, until she knew she was nothing without J.D. by her side. When she found herself able to focus, she felt him remove his fingers and kiss his way up her belly to her breasts.

He lingered over her nipples, drawing on the buds until desire returned in a rush. Her body felt foreign, a tool to be used and molded to whatever her lover wanted.

“God, you’re sexy,” he said around kisses, cupping her small mounds. “I love your size. Your breasts are perfect.” He covered them with his hands and kissed his way up her throat.

“Not too small?” she whispered and bit her lower lip.

“Just right.” He sucked her lip into his mouth, then kissed her until she couldn’t think. She was beyond normal, beyond reason. And when he sat back down in the tub and brought her on top of him, she rode him, slick yet still filled with the man who rubbed her in all the right ways. Water sloshed around them, but she was too far gone to care.

It didn’t take long before they came again, energy and seed melding them as one.

“Oh yeah. That’s it.” He nuzzled her throat and hugged her tight. “This is going to take some thorough investigation, I think.”

She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and caught her breath. “This?”

“This.” He pushed up into her, only now starting to soften. “Let’s clean up and get back to studying this new phenomenon.” He kissed her then smiled at her, and his clear affection stole her heart. “I’m an excellent student, but I think learning you might take the better part of…” he finished in a whisper.

“What?” It sounded like he’d said “my life”.

“Part of the night,” he rushed, and she swallowed her disappointment.

That night, the next day, night, and into the following morning, to be precise. She didn’t know what to think as she sunbathed on Brooks’s private beach, gazing at the ocean. She never would have thought it, but she and J.D. had been inseparable for nearly two days. They didn’t talk any more about the past, by mutual unspoken agreement. Instead, they learned about each other.

J.D. touched her everywhere. He didn’t wear a condom, and she didn’t ask him to. Skin to skin felt right. What she’d always hoped for had started to come true. He no longer looked at her with anger or malice, but with a gentleness she’d once seen in his eyes, long ago.

He had no problem talking about his life, his likes and dislikes. To her surprise, he proved incredibly charming. He’d weaseled her opinions out of her. What she thought of the people she worked with, how much she liked but
wasn’t
attached to Cole—to his obvious relief. That she enjoyed books and action and adventure movies.

They had the same taste in television and entertainment, and they both liked to run. At first she’d taken up jogging to keep in shape for her necessary readiness in dealing with Carter, but along the way she’d found it freeing. Just Remy, pushing herself to the limit, at one with nature.

He felt the same, and they’d made a date to run together at home.
Home
—Savannah. She had a reason to stay. Not just because she’d grown tired of always moving, but because she wanted to set down roots with him.

They were building a future together, something so much more precious than the lust between them.
Trust.

Now, the connection they formed when they merged energies didn’t go away when their bodies parted. Even not touching him, she felt him within her. Deep within her heart and soul remained a closeness to another being that couldn’t be surpassed by anything physical.

He stood some distance away, waist-deep in the ocean, his hair slicked back, his body bathed by the sun. She tried to not gape at his broad chest and muscular torso, but she was only human. The man looked like a walking billboard for sex. So beautiful, in face and in form. His energy glowed, visible to her because she knew how to see all of him. They shared an attraction and a reciprocal affection. And she’d never been happier, despite the danger that lingered.

He turned and waved, and the sun caressed him, making his hair look like liquid gold. She had an urge to run her fingers through the strands, petting that soft mane, the same way he stroked her when she laid her head on his chest.