He held tight to his control, and he explored every inch of her sex. Licking. Kissing. Caressing with his tongue and his fingers. She was going wild against him, shuddering and gasping, but still not screaming.
He pushed his tongue into her sex.
Her whole body tensed.
He blew lightly over her clit. Stroked her again. Again.
“
Saxon!”
She screamed and she came, and he didn’t stop. He kept licking her and caressing her because he loved the way she trembled against him. Loved the way her sex quivered and she grew even more slick for him.
Her thighs trembled around him, and, with one more lick right over her clit, Saxon rose from the floor. Her legs were still spread, her nipples still tight, but now her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes glittered up at him.
He yanked up his shirt. Tossed it aside. His hands went to the snap of his jeans.
Elizabeth started to close her legs. She reached for the bed covers.
“
Don’t.”
A guttural demand. “I like you that way.” With her taste on his tongue and the marks from his mouth on her skin. He kicked his shoes away and then finished stripping. He yanked a condom out of the small chest near his bed. Fuck, yes, he believed in being prepared. He’d never brought another woman out to this cabin before, but he knew better than to take chances.
His cock was fully extended. The head already glistened when he shoved the condom on. “I’m going to be rough,” Saxon warned her. Because he’d used the last of his control.
Her eyes were on him. Wide. She licked her lips. “I can be rough, too.”
His control shattered. In the next instant, he was on her. One more second, and he was
in
her. He drove as deep as he could go, shoving his dick into her tight sex and it was—
Too good.
Saxon stilled. She was a hot heaven around him, and when he stared into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, he saw her desire for him burning bright.
“Saxon,
move.”
Her nails raked down on his back. “Keep going—
give me everything you have.”
He withdrew. Thrust. Slammed into her again and again, but he wanted more, too. He caught her legs and lifted them over his shoulders so that he could go into her even deeper. Each thrust of his body sent his shaft sliding right over her sensitive core, and he felt her jerk beneath him.
For an instant, Saxon stilled, afraid that he’d hurt her. Afraid that he’d been too—
Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Stop now, and I will hurt you so much,” she promised, her voice a dream of sex and temptation.
So he kept thrusting. Kept driving into her tight sex, and when she came, he felt her inner muscles contract around him even as she screamed for him once more.
It was a real good thing his cabin was isolated…
He surged into her. Again. Again—
Then he was the one to bellow because the release was that fucking good. Good enough to gut him. Good enough to make every muscle in his body shake.
Good enough to tell him…
I must have more.
Her lashes slowly lifted and her bright stare met his once more. Her breath was coming fast, so was his, and he waited for her to speak.
“That was…” She smiled. “Can we go again?”
Fuck, yes.
***
In the last twenty-four hours, five men had died…men all connected to Elizabeth Ward.
Victor paced in front of the Moontree motel. None of those five men had exactly been amateurs when it came to the criminal underworld. Yet they’d been taken out with brutal efficiency.
Why?
He ran a hand over his face. “I think we’re looking at this all wrong,” he told Tracy.
“Then how do we need to look at it?”
“We need to look at
her.
Elizabeth Ward.” She was the one in the middle of this clusterfuck. A woman that he’d thought was just an innocent who’d been targeted for death…
But that had been
before
her would-be executioner wound up with a knife in his throat and
before
the three flunkies sent after her were found with bullet holes in their vital parts. “We can look at it two ways,” Victor said. “Either someone is hunting Elizabeth Ward and killing anyone who gets in his way…”
Tracy waited.
“Or else,” he said, and this suspicion was making his gut clench. “Maybe someone is out there, eliminating any threats
to
her.” Making absolutely sure that she didn’t have to fear from Taggert or Locke again. Or fear an attack from the guy’s goons.
“You’re thinking she’s not so innocent?”
“I’m thinking I want to know every single detail about her life. I want to know the name of the doctor who helped bring her into this world and the first boy who kissed her.
Everything.”
Because by looking at Elizabeth’s present, they were limiting themselves far too much. A bigger game was at play there, a game centered completely around Elizabeth.
“Get Gary to start digging into her life. Tell him I want those answers yesterday.” He headed for his car. It was getting close to his check-in time with Saxon, and he needed to warn the guy to be on guard with Elizabeth. The woman might not be the victim he’d assumed.
She might be something entirely different.
Someone that Saxon would need to take down.
Chapter Seven
Elizabeth fought to slow her racing heartbeat. Saxon was above her, still
in
her, and from the way he felt—long, thick, and hard—the guy was more than ready for another round. So was she. Once she managed to uncurl her toes and draw in a normal breath, anyway.
He slowly eased her legs back down to the mattress. Then he withdrew, and she couldn’t help the sound of protest that sprang to her lips.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m just getting a fresh condom.”
He headed into the bathroom, and reality started to come back. Her gaze slid to the box of condoms near the bed. A whole freaking box.
And some of that happy, sensual glow began to fade.
“Now…where were we?” He leaned over the bed.
Her hand pushed against his chest. “How many women have you brought here?”
His dark eyes narrowed.
“Saxon?” Elizabeth pushed. She recognized the emotion eating at her, twisting her guts all up—it was jealousy, and she sure didn’t like that feeling. Not one bit.
“You’re the first.”
Her left eyebrow rose as she stared at the box of condoms. Did he seriously expect her to buy that line? He had a whole box of condoms. A box!
“What? You’re gonna get pissed because I believe in being prepared?” He caught her hand. Brought it to his mouth. He licked the center of her palm and her body seemed to quake.
“I…I…” Oh, hell, she didn’t even know what she’d been going to say. Elizabeth just knew that she didn’t like the idea of Saxon with other women. Not even a bit.
He smiled at her. That sexy grin that made her stomach knot. “I believe in taking care of what’s mine.”
He bit her palm, the little mound of skin there, and her breath hissed out.
“I like the way you look after I’ve had you,” Saxon said. “Didn’t think it was possible for you to become more gorgeous to me, but you are…”
He lowered her hand back to the bed. He reached over for a condom.
“Wait.”
Saxon stilled.
“Not yet.” He’d been the one in charge before. Shouldn’t she get to have some fun, too? “I want you to lay back.”
His gaze seemed to harden. “You don’t want to push me too far.”
“I’m not pushing you anywhere.” Her heart still raced far too fast. “I’m just going to give you pleasure.” The same as he’d done for her.
Because Elizabeth had realized something important. When she left him, she wasn’t going to forget him easily. He’d been right on that note. So now she wanted to make absolutely certain he didn’t forget her, either. The other women that might come into his life—they’d have to compete with
her
ghost.
Saxon slowly spread out on the bed. He was so big that he filled the space. And his cock—it shot straight up into the air. Heavy and thicker than her wrist. Her gaze was on that cock, and she bent toward him. Her mouth was poised to—
“You think I’m going to hold on to my control once I feel your tongue against me?”
She slanted her gaze up to meet his stare. “Let’s just see how long you can last.”
And she put her mouth on him. Her lips slid over his cock and she put her tongue right against the head of his arousal.
“
Fuck!”
His hands clamped around her shoulders, but he didn’t force her away from him. His fingers were so tight on her, but he was…
Holding onto his control. Good.
She licked him again. Feathered her lips over him. Took a bit more of his length in her mouth. Then she started moving her head. Taking even more. Sucking him. Enjoying the taste and the texture of his cock in her mouth. He was salty and rich, and he was getting even bigger as she tasted him. A moan worked in her throat and vibrated along his length. She felt wild then, sexy, all alone in this little cabin with Saxon and far away from prying eyes and—
He pushed her back. Lifted her so easily and when she blinked, Elizabeth found herself on her hands and knees in the bedding. Saxon was behind her. His hands were on her hips and he drove into her.
Her head tipped back as she gasped. Her sex felt hyper-sensitive from her last climax, and he pushed in hard. So deep.
“Get wet around me again,” Saxon whispered, his words rough and hot in her ear. His hand curled around her body, moving to press to her clit. “Squeeze even harder…”
She did.
He withdrew, plunged deep, and kept stroking her with his hand. He’d wanted her wet—she was. And with every thrust of his hips, she was surging back wildly against him. Over and over. Again and again. Her knees were shaking, her heart racing, and when he pounded into her once more, the world shattered.
As the climax tore through her, his grip was the only thing that kept her upright. Elizabeth wanted to collapse onto the bedding and let the pleasure consume her, but he wasn’t done. Not close. He was still driving into her, and every thrust made the pleasure burst again, coming in waves that wouldn’t end. Her hands fisted around the covers and her head dropped onto the pillow before her. “Saxon…” His name was a lost whisper.
His mouth was on her throat. Kissing. Licking. Stinging lightly with his teeth. He kept thrusting, kept stroking her clit until she thought that she couldn’t handle any of the pleasure any more. It was too much, too—
He came. Her name tore from him as he surged into her once more. She screamed too, because the pleasure had lashed into her—a release so strong it was almost pain.
And the climax held her in a grip that wouldn’t end, rolling through her even as Saxon filled her sex. He filled her…so completely.
Dominated. Consumed.
When the pleasure finally ebbed, Elizabeth collapsed. She didn’t have the energy left to do anything…but smile.
***
Saxon hadn’t checked in.
Victor glared down at his phone. What the hell? Saxon always checked in. The guy knew better than to leave him hanging.
So something happened. Something that prevented him from calling me.
He’d tried to reach Saxon. Victor had dialed his number a dozen times, but he hadn’t been able to connect with the guy.
Not like Saxon at all. In all of their years, Saxon had never missed a check-in.
He dialed Gary’s number. The line rang once, twice—
“Boss, you must be psychic, because I was just about to call you.”
Victor had gone back to The Blade to scan the bar one more time. He was the only person left at the place then so he had plenty of privacy to talk with Gary. “You been digging into Ms. Ward’s life?” Victor didn’t normally like to bring up a person’s past. Hell, his own past was shady and dark in too many places, but sometimes, the job didn’t give him any choice. He had to discover every secret that he could.
“I didn’t have to dig far.” Gary gave a dramatic pause. The guy did that a lot. Went for the drama. “It seems,” Gary revealed, excitement entering his voice, “that it’s not the first time a hit has been taken out on the Ward family.”
“You’ve got my attention.” Every bit of it.
“Her mother was a criminal defense attorney. She made some enemies in her time, and one of those enemies took out a hit on the woman and her husband. They went out in a fiery car crash that
wasn’t
an accident, at least not according to the police report I just accessed.”
“Who ordered that hit?”
“The police thought it was Luther Bates. Seemed Elizabeth’s mother refused to defend the guy…and he didn’t exactly like her rejection or the fact that she apparently got a little too chummy with a DA friend and spilled some of Luther’s secrets, legal code be damned.”
Luther Bates. The name instantly rang a bell for Victor—mostly because Bates was big damn trouble. The guy was rotting in a New Jersey prison right then. He’d been tied to the deaths of four of his…associates. And the fact that the guy had been running a drug trade from New Jersey all the way to Florida? Yeah, the authorities had managed to catch him red-handed with that shit, thanks to an anonymous tip.
A tip that came from Elizabeth’s mother?
“I can’t figure why anyone would be protecting Elizabeth,” Gary continued, his voice growing thoughtful, “but the fact that both she and her parents had hits taken out on them? No way is that a coincidence.”
No, it wasn’t. “Never believe in them,” Victor muttered. There were no coincidences in this world.
“Elizabeth Ward cut out from New England after her parents died and moved abroad. She’s been working in Europe, and she just came back to the states and settled here in Miami a few months ago.” Gary was talking faster now. “You think maybe someone from her past found her?”
“I think if you’re Luther Bates…you have a habit of not just taking out your enemies, but their whole damn families.” The FBI had suspected—but not been able to tie—Luther to a few killings just like that. Bates believed in destroying his enemies completely, and that seemed to mean taking out their families. As he mulled over Gary’s revelations, Victor said, “Maybe the original hit wasn’t just on Elizabeth’s mother and father. Maybe she was supposed to be taken out back then, too.”