Passionate Immunity (14 page)

Garth noticed his mentor also walked stiffly, with a noticeable limp as if he wanted to curl in on himself, but still refused to show even a hint of weakness. Garth had a feeling there were other broken bones and internal damage not easily visible. Regardless of all this, Victor was alive and that was the important thing.

They had exchanged a hard drive with all the sensitive data Katherine had mentioned during Garth’s ‘interrogation’ for Victor’s life. Their enemy had escaped. Superficially, Oscar Jennings resembled what Garth might look like in twenty or thirty years’ time. From the front, in clear light, Garth believed the resemblance between the two men was passing at best.

Despite that, Garth could understand why a few brief glances had the witnesses making statements that pointed fingers his way.

Garth returned his attention to Katherine. Her lower lip trembled as she assisted her partner’s comatose body into the back of the ambulance. Two medics crouched on either side, monitoring Tarek’s vital signs. With the medics in control there was little he or Katherine could do to assist her partner in any way. Garth had moved aside to give her some time and privacy to say her goodbyes before she handed Tarek’s care over.

A ricochet had caught Tarek in the neck during the firefight exchange. They had rushed to stop the bleeding, but it had been touch and go. Tarek clung to life, he needed a hospital’s care.

That’s the way this industry worked, Garth thought, not unsympathetically. One day you’re here, the next you might not be.

Katherine stood and Garth couldn’t help himself, he let his gaze linger over endless curves. Soft hair the colour of spun gold was pulled back into a tight chignon. She knelt beside her partner, her large, expressive brown eyes filled with unshed tears.

Desire hit Garth hard. Katherine’s full, round breasts strained against the buttons of her shirt. His hands itched to cup them, to hold her luscious body close, to press those silky mounds together and thrust his hard prick up through them.

With effort, Garth pulled himself back under control as Katherine clambered to her feet, pressed her fingertips to her lips then transferred the kiss to Tarek’s cheek. She climbed down from the ambulance and waved to the driver that he was clear to go. The siren wailed as they pulled away, the vehicle moving at a fast pace.

Unsteadily, Katherine crossed over to him. Garth rested a hand on her shoulder and guided her away from where the van had stopped. They walked out on to the grass and between the shrubbery that had been planted to separate the green fields from the parking lot.

“Back-up will take at least another ten minutes to get here because of the traffic,” he said. “Let’s sit on the grass. The place is deserted now. Tarek will be fine. He’s in the best possible hands.”

“He can’t go through all of this for nothing,” Katherine insisted. “I won’t let this be a waste. He’s my partner.”

Garth smiled, though it wasn’t a humorous gesture. He understood all too well the mixture of fear, anger and overwhelming duty Katherine grappled with.

“Ready to throw out the rule book?” he teased.

She nodded. “Absolutely. It hasn’t helped a damn bit on this bloody case. Why not toss it aside?”

Garth’s heart twinged for her. He wanted her badly, yes, but more than that—she touched him. Her fierceness, her warrior’s courage. She could match him, blow for blow and keep up with him stride for stride. Without conscious thought, he palmed Katherine’s jaw, turned her mouth to his and kissed her passionately.

Fire exploded between them, hot and potent. Need slammed into Garth’s body and his cock hardened painfully. He had meant it to be a brief thing, a touch of lips and show of solidarity. That thought flew right out of the window the moment their flesh fused together.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her curvy body up against his. Her mouth opened on a low moan. He snaked his tongue inside, tasting her as they tangled together. They parried, vying for dominance in a battle as sensual and old as time.

Appearing to surrender to the passion flaring between them, Katherine arched her luscious body into his, her large breasts pressing into the thin material of his shirt. He didn’t know if it was his imagination or not, but he thought he could feel the hard peaks of her nipples against his chest. Garth stroked his thumb over the tender skin of her jaw, caressing her and tilting her further so he could plunder her mouth and claim her with his tongue.

Their lips pressed against one another, lust making his movements languid. Garth moved his hand slowly down the long column of her neck, his grip firm. He loved the feel of her as he caressed down her slender throat, her skin silky beneath his rough hand. Her pulse beat wildly at the tender juncture where neck met shoulder.

He flicked his thumb out, stroking over the flutter as if he could soothe it. Her blood pounded more furiously. They broke apart, each gasping for air, her dark eyes wide and rich with passion. Her pale cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated with pleasure. She looked wanton, drunk, and utterly ravishable. Garth couldn’t contain his need for her. He didn’t know how he could possibly wait to be inside her.

“We can’t,” she murmured, her tone thick with lust and need.

“Of course we can,” he chided. “You’re throwing out your bloody rule book, remember.”

He took her hand and guided her down onto the soft grass behind the shrubbery, well out of sight of anyone who might happen to pass by. Katherine didn’t raise any further objections, though he could tell from the set of her jaw that she wasn’t wholly on board with him. Yet. From the flush of her cheeks and the rapid pulse in her throat he knew she was not unwilling. It would be simple to convince her to dabble on the dark side, just a little.

He laid her on her back in the grass. With quick motions he released her pants and tugged them over her hips to give him free access to her lacy knickers.

“Garth,” she reached a hand down to cover her partial exposure. He leaned over her, covering her body with his own. Kissing her, he waited until her fingers quivered and reached to thread up through his hair.

“The moment we hear someone I’ll stop, my word on it,” he whispered, pulling a small distance from her. He brushed his lips over her mouth. He paused, not wanting to take her against her will, but prepared to coax as much as she required. Katherine nodded and he continued.

He lowered his hand and dipped into her lacy underwear. She groaned at his touch and canted up into it, her hips lifting off the ground. Garth slid two fingers inside her pussy, his thumb seeking through her trimmed blonde curls and discovering her small, hard clit. Rubbing over the sensitive nub, he stimulated her. Her back arched and she cried out in pleasure, her body jerking up into his as his fingers pumped steadily.

“This is what throwing the rule book away is all about,” he spoke into her ear, wanting to make her ache with his words because he could not explore her body as fully as he craved. So, like any inherent fighter, he used the weapons he did have. In this instance they were his voice and his hands.

He cupped one large breast in his free hand. He popped open three buttons in the middle of her shirt, making enough room to insert his fingers between the folds of her crisp linen. Smooth lace met him, restraining warm, silky flesh. Garth almost moaned at the feel of her full, heavy breasts.

Like any red-blooded man, Garth enjoyed a gorgeous rack as much as the next bloke. Katherine had a luscious, enormous set of tits and he’d been daydreaming over them since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. The reality, he discovered, offered even more than the wicked fantasies he’d been conjuring.

Her nipple pebbled in his fingers and he twisted it with careful calculation, wanting to give her the maximum enjoyment with only a minimal amount of pain. She gasped, her back bowing. She pressed her breast further into his hand as he inserted a third finger into her clasping cunt. Her body sucked down on him like a warm vice.

Garth wanted to sink his cock inside her more than his next breath. He restrained himself, not wanting to press Katherine too far too fast. Besides, their back-up would soon be arriving, so it wasn’t as if he could linger.

“You have no idea how decadent you look,” he murmured as he enjoyed every second possible with her body. “Your eyes sparkle, your skin is flushed, your breasts are every man’s wet dream come to life and your cunt squeezes down on me so hungrily you couldn’t possibly convince me you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“Harder, Garth,” she panted as she lifted her hips. He groaned, able to penetrate her more deeply with the change in angle. “Please, I can feel it coming.”

“Would you like to come, beautiful Kate?” Garth spoke sweetly. Her gaze met his, her eyes a burning chocolate pool of need. He lifted his head and kissed her lips chastely. He moved his hand from one breast to the other, not wanting it to feel neglected. Her eyes fluttered when he pinched her nipple a little harder.

He could tell from her reaction and the increased speed of her gasps that she loved it as much as he enjoyed giving it to her. He caressed her breast harder and pinched it again. Katherine’s flush deepened to a rosy pink and her hands clutched at clumps of grass.

Fingers wet and slick from her flowing juices, Garth pumped harder inside her. His thumb stroked over her clit and he flicked it with the corner of his nail. She cried out, a lusty sound that was music to his soul. His cock strained against the confines of his pants and he craved being inside her with a burning intensity he hadn’t experienced since his youth.

He lifted up so he could watch her as he brought her pleasure. Katherine lay splayed out before him on the grass like some pagan sacrifice. Her blonde tresses had started to come out of her chignon, her skin showed signs of her heated blood, her breast strained against his hand, filling it to overflowing.

Her pussy felt slick and needy, hungry as she tried to swallow him whole. Garth pumped harder and deeper within her, his manipulations of her clit firmer now as she seemed accepting of a stronger touch. His warrior did not need coddling or a delicate hand—she seemed to blossom and thrive on a bit of pain.

Garth reluctantly released her breast and pushed aside the scanty, lacy knickers that covered her mound. Nudging her legs wider to grant him better access, he sniffed the delicate aroma of her passion.

“The moment I get you alone I’m going to strip you down,” he insisted. “Then I’m going to lick every inch of you, taste you and bite you, mark you as mine, sweetheart. If you’re lucky I might even spank you a little, rosy your arse for me. Have you ever taken it up the arse, Katherine? A body like yours, it was created for sinful pleasure such as this. A man could fuck those breasts of yours and lose himself. Much as I’m going to enjoy your slick pussy right now, it’s your other passage I’m craving to possess.”

She moaned at his words, cupping his face and threading through the short strands of his hair. Garth looked at her and their gazes clashed. She watched him, her gaze not wavering from his face for a moment. She nodded and tugged with her hands, brought his face closer to her crotch and all the delicious secrets that lay within.

“Please,” she pleaded. “I’m nearly there.”

Garth felt satisfaction unfurl within him. She hadn’t run screaming at his words, nor had she denied him outright. He could work with that. Eagerly, he buried his face in her pussy and licked her like a starved man. She tasted spicy, musky. Her legs widened further as she accepted him to her.

Pressing his fingers deeply inside her, three long, thick digits fluted and fucked her hard as she pleaded for more. He curled his fingers and found her G-spot. Her body bowed and she screamed as her pussy clenched hard and release washed over her.

Garth ate up every drop her body wept, pumping steadily through her orgasm as she shuddered. His thumb flicked out over her clit again and she trembled, the sensation too much for her overloaded body. Gently, he nibbled on her plump, soft labia, enjoying the short hairs and the faint rasping over his stubbled chin.

When her body stopped shaking and she lifted up on to her elbows, Garth looked up once again to meet her gaze. She looked astonished, sated and rumpled. He could have happily stripped her there and then and begun again, this time with utter penetration and possession of her body as his goal. His cock leaked in his pants and he wanted to fuck her until they both couldn’t move.

The faint sound of cars coming down the access road came to them. Reluctantly Garth sat up and pulled his shirt out from his pants, letting the tails hang low and cover his bursting erection. When he glanced at his colleague he noticed Katherine had buttoned up her shirt and was fixing her slacks.

Before he could speak, to reassure her everything would be all right, Katherine surprised him. She took his face in her hands, drew their bodies flush together and kissed him deeply. Shocked, but more than interested, Garth closed his arm around her and he held her next to him. When she moved her mouth over his chin and she sucked her own taste from him, heat pooled low in his belly.

“Fuck, be careful how you wield that,” he warned her.

“Wield what?” she asked, appearing confused.

“That sexy, wanton power you hold over me. I’m primed to burst already. You push me any further and I bloody well won’t care half the cavalry is here. I’ll lean you against this tree and fuck you blind in front of every man and woman present, professionalism and our reputations be damned.”

Katherine’s eyes widened, though Garth knew enough about her now to sense the desire his words elicited. She couldn’t fool him any longer. She might be surprised, but she wasn’t offended or turned off. Indeed, he could swear the gleam in her dark eyes indicated willing consent and interest, not revulsion.

“Welcome to the dark side, Kate,” he grinned evilly at her. Kissing her one last time, he checked that his rumpled, stained shirt covered his groin and stood up, gallantly offering her a hand for assistance. He helped her to her feet, brushed the grass from her mussed hair and gave her arse and one breast a squeeze each.