Undercover Lovers (29 page)

And he hadn’t been there to
help her.

Fire licked in his belly.
Rage ignited, like a dragon waking in the depths of him, sizzling
away any doubts about her story or what had to be done.

“
Who?” He’d snap the necks
of every single one of those malignant bastards. Every. Single.
One.

Heavy lashes lifted and her
blue eyes peered at him from beneath them. She seemed to be taking
in his rigid posture or maybe she could just feel the homicidal
waves rolling off him. “Cade?”

“
Tell me who did this to
you.”

She sat up again, elbows on
her knees. “Look at me.”

“
I am.” And seeing more and
more reasons to simply end the bastards down the
mountain.

Her hands rose to cup his
jaw, squaring her face right in his line of vision. “Look here.
Look in my eyes. I’m here. I’m fine.”

“
You’re not—”

“
I’m
fine
. I’m alive and believe me, I gave
as good as I got, if not better. You don’t need to go kill
anyone.”

“
I’m not killing anyone. I’m
just going to shoot them all several times each. If they die,
that’s their fault.”

Her lips quirked. “Not sure
you’ll get that one past a court of law.”

“
Good thing they’ll never
know about it then.” Frank Carter would disappear and all his men
with him. No one on earth would miss them, either.

“
Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She
let him go, her hands fumbling between her breasts for half a
second before the straining blue material popped open and she
peeled it away like a flasher in Central Park.

His brain stopped
short.

Full, round globes, just the
right size for his hands, each one topped by pale pink tips,
completely derailed his processes.

Kill!

No, Touch.

Track them down.

God, no, taste
her.

Take her.

Take her.

Take, take, take,
take.

 “
Now that we have that
settled,” she growled, pulling the fabric closed again and grabbing
for the shirt he’d dropped in his haste to reach for her. “Gimme
the goddamn shirt.”

Damn it, his hands were
empty, his fucking sweatpants were strangling him and those
fabulous breasts were covered under the folds of his own shirt. He
glared at her. “That was cruel.”

She smirked as she tightened
her hold on the crisp cotton. “My tits, my rules.”

Well, they’d just see what
she said when she found out her
ass
belonged to him.

“
You ready to be rational
about this?”

“
No.”

She dragged her hands
through that thick mane of hair. “Damn it, Cade—”

“
Fine. I’ll be rational.”
But he wasn’t going to promise for how long.

“
No, you won’t. I can see it
all over your face. I need you with
me
right now.” She reached down,
undoing the button on her leather pants while her feet toed off her
boots. After kicking them away, she stood, her hips lining right up
with his face. The zipper came down too and with a few quick
shimmies of her hips, so did her pants.

Yup, the panties
matched.

What little of them there
was. Blue cotton swathed between strong thighs, cupping the flesh
he could almost taste. It connected to a string at the top that
wrapped delicately around her hips, dipping slightly beneath the
faint rise of her belly. He’d licked her there before. Sucked her
flesh like ripe fruit all the way up to her breasts, her throat,
her jaw.

He looked up at her when she
put her hand on his shoulder to maintain her balance as she kicked
off the pants and stared down at him. Was it his imagination or did
she sway toward him, the mound of her sex nearly brushing his
lips?

“
I take it back. You’re not
cruel. You’re evil.”

“
Of course I am.” Her wide
grin was back, self-satisfied and tempting as hell. Why did this
woman consider things like that a compliment? “I also taste like
ripe strawberries, but you’re not interested in another taste,
remember?”

“
No.” He rumbled the word
slowly, his hand sliding up those long, long legs to grasp her
hips, holding them right where he wanted. His thumbs hooked under
the string waistband. It’d be so easy to snap them right off her.
Or brush that scrap of fabric to the side and reacquaint her with
the swirling strokes of his tongue over her clit. Between the dewy
folds of her sweet sex. He knew the taste of her better than any
flavor in the world. Some nights he swore he’d give anything to
have her flavor in his mouth again. “You taste like honey. Dark,
earthy honey.”

A rich and heady flavor he’d
remember for the rest of his life. The cream had been so abundant
he got to lick it over and over again. Addictive enough that she’d
had to pry him off after her third orgasm because he couldn’t get
enough of her.

He heard her shaky intake of
breath. “I thought you didn’t want to have sex with me
anymore.”

“
Honey, all I ever want is
to have sex with you.” He hadn’t let himself touch her again after
their single, explosive encounter. Didn’t want to fall down that
rabbit hole. Didn’t want to love her and lose her or lose the few
pieces of himself he had left. But he’d lost her anyway and nothing
else had mattered since.

He guided her back into a
sitting position on the couch. She was just confused enough not to
argue with him. He couldn’t take his hands off her bare legs,
though, smoothing them up and down her thighs, cupping the back of
her knees before sliding back up. “Tell me what you’re going to
tell me, Tee. Before I decide not to give a shit about anything but
having you.”

She should have pushed him
away. She should have smacked him upside the head. Part of him
hoped she would. If she’d done anything but what she
did
do, he might have had
a prayer of coming out of this without breaking his own
resolve.

Instead, she licked her
lips.

And smiled.

So that was what it sounded
like when iron snapped in two.

Trina gasped as Cade’s grip
on the back of her knees tightened, the none-too-subtle yank on her
body dragging her flush against his hips. But it was his almost
roar that had her shuddering, her thighs opening to press herself
that much closer to him. As soon as she felt the heat from his
heavy erection against her through the thick fabric of his sweats,
it was game over. Her legs clamped around him, unwilling to let him
go. His mouth settled over hers, his tongue sliding between her
parted lips, strangely gentle though still urgent. Her hands found
his shoulders, one sliding up his nape to the thick, too long
swirls of his hair. Kneading fingers enveloped her hips, tilting
her against his cock, both of them moaning when they found the
perfect angle. Her clit throbbed, wanting more.

A second later, she was
gasping for another reason. Hands under her ass, he lifted her as
if she were made of air, stalking to the bed and grumbling the
whole way.

“
Twenty minutes. I couldn’t
last twenty damn minutes.”

“
Oh, baby, I’m sure you’ll
last longer than that.” He’d ridden her for what felt like hours
during that quickie on top of his car.

“
What? No, twenty minutes is
as long as I could make it alone in a room with you before
attacking you.” And that realization wasn’t slowing him down at
all. Next thing she knew, her back was on soft sheets, her head on
a soft pillow and his hands were already pulling her panties off
like they were on fire.

“
Oh, hell, I’ve been trying
to work out a way to fuck you blind since the last time. Why do you
think I always keep condoms in my pockets? Ohmygod—”

His gruff response was
muffled by her...well, muff, if she was being honest. She made an
indelicate noise, a cross between a giggle and
holy shit!
His huge hands had her legs
not just open, but lifted until her knees were grazing the sheets
every time she took a breath. His hot tongue lapped at her
entrance, working slowly up to where her clit gave up throbbing his
name in Morse code and instead now just blared its desperation to
be touched. He must have heard it, too, because within seconds he
wrapped his lips around it and sucked.

She may have
screamed.

He definitely
growled.

Two of his fingers slid into
her suddenly, stroking hard and fast in time with the flicks of his
tongue and that was all it took. Her vision went white, her whole
body arced like a bow and
kaboom
, she was shuddering, crying out
for him like a well-trained pet.

He eased her down, soothing
her with savoring strokes of his tongue, using that circular
soothing rub of his across the lowest part of her belly while she
tried to breathe like a human being again.

Damn it, she’d never come
that fast in her life. She looked down at the man who didn’t have
the decency to take his tongue out of her pussy before giving her a
self-satisfied smile. She could practically hear him asking,
Who’s evil now, huh?

Oh, absolutely him. One
orgasm and the edge of his hunger seemed to be satisfied. It wasn’t
even
his
orgasm.
Still panting, she had to grin to herself. Put the man in a
life-threatening situation or drop him in a comedy club and nothing
cracked his stoicism or reserve. Get him between her legs, however,
and he turned into the commanding but patient, charming,
impossible-to-resist lover she’d known was under there all the
time.

Giving her a long slow lick
that seemed to roll her eyes up at exactly the same speed, he
finally rested his chin on her smooth mound, his eyes glittering in
the low light. “Tastes like you missed me. A
lot
.”

Too much, but she wasn’t
telling him that. “Not really. The washing machine at my place has
an amazing spin cycle.”

His eyes narrowed and she
suddenly remembered he still had two fingers wedged deep inside
her. The reminder was hard to miss. He stirred them, making sure to
rub the front wall firmly, teasing that bundle of nerves only he
had ever been able to find. Like some kind of laser-guided missile.
“I guess you won’t mind if I say this is enough for me,
then.”

“
What?” What happened to the
guy who
always
wanted to have sex with her?

“
Getting you off is
amazingly satisfying.”

“
Y-you just said you didn’t
give a shit about anything but
having
me.” That didn’t come out like
a whine, either. Not at all. No matter how smug the grin curving
those too sexy lips of his was.

Lips still wet with her
juices.

“
I
did
have you.” His thumb slid up over
her clit, massaging it in time with his strokes. “Maybe a nice hot
drink was all I needed.”

A strangled noise escaped
her, getting louder still when he started strumming her instead.
Her legs shook around him, which he watched with a male fascination
she usually only saw over engines. Jerk. He was really going to
make her do this. He’d just keep playing her, heightening her
need—one handed!—until she gave him what he wanted. Damn egotistic,
moronic, self-centered, ass-tastic fuck.

“
Fine!” she snapped, the
desperation to have him growing exponentially now. “I missed you.
Only you. No man could ever make me feel like you do. I’m ruined
for all others. I renamed all my vibrators after you and none of
them get me off like you can. Happy now?”

His eyes glazed for a
second. “
All
your
vibrators?”

“
Cade, for the love
of—
shiiiiiiiiit
!”

He dove down again,
capturing her sex in a hot, open-mouthed kiss that not only had her
screeching but clawing at his head to keep him from stopping again
or she’d have to kill him. Fingers and tongue working together
against her—for her?—all she knew was that the man was determined
to turn her brain to mush. And succeeding. Soooooo
succeeding.

Yet, it had been so long
since he’d been over her, making her feel feminine and claimed,
inside and out. When she’d been with him before, her body found a
completeness she’d never known anywhere else. Even now, she didn’t
feel a single one of her bruises or aches, just the yawning
emptiness that even his thick fingers weren’t fulfilling. She
needed more than this. More than orgasms that weren’t
shared.

“
Get my pants! Get my
pants
now
!”

His head popped up again,
this time wearing a frown. “That’s got to be the strangest thing
I’ve heard a woman say before she comes.”

She lifted her own head,
blowing her hair out of her face, unsure how it had gotten there.
Sure as hell not going to think about any other women he’d ever
seen coming, either. “I want you, Cade. Not when you feel like it.
Not when you think I’m ready. Right fucking now. To do that, we
need the
three
condoms in my right leg pocket. Unless you have some
closer?”
Please say yes. Please, please,
please…