Undercover Virgin (13 page)

"Our family went into the protection program, but Gregory never stopped searching for us. He had to set an example, he had a reputation to establish, and he wanted revenge. We kept moving, but he kept finding us. When I was sixteen, his men shot both my parents and my baby brother. Then they set our house on fire, and it was
all my
fault," she ended on a sob.

"You can't blame yourself," he said gruffly. "You weren't responsible for his crimes."

Rianna continued in a strained voice. "It was my fault he found us again. Dad and Mom were worried and ready to move, but I had a date for the high school prom. I begged them to wait a few more days, and they only stayed because of me," she said roughly. "They'd have been safe if I hadn't been so spoiled and selfish."

Kyle's heart ached for her. He hugged her closer, wanting to absorb some of her pain. He knew how much it had hurt to lose his dad, then Margie. He could only imagine how Rianna had suffered. She'd lost everyone she loved, and she blamed herself.

"How'd you escape?"

She cleared her throat and continued in a flat tone. "I was at a neighbor's, but ran home when I heard the sirens. I'd been told to hide and call Donald in an emergency, so that's what I did. He falsified the records to show that I'd died, too, and then put me in protection again."

She didn't need to say any more. Kyle could figure out what had happened from that point. She'd become obsessed with the need to avenge her family, to see some form of justice done. Then she'd spent more than a decade working toward her most important assignment.

"You've got him now."

"He needs to pay for destroying my family."

Her breath caught on a strangled sob that made him ache to ease the pain. How could you comfort someone who'd lost so much? He still hadn't come to terms with the guilt over Margie's death. Rianna had lost her family, plus the innocence of youth. No wonder she was driven.

"Your family would be proud."

"You think?" she asked wistfully. "I wonder sometimes. My parents wanted to see Gregory brought to justice, but I'm not sure they'd approve of my methods. They'd never condone lying and deceit. I just didn't know any other way."

"How could they not be proud of your dedication and determination? You're working on the side of the law. That's the lesson they taught you."

She sighed, snuggling closer. "You're right. I followed in my dad's footsteps when I gave evidence to the FBI. And I'll testify just like he did, but I'm sick and tired of it. Once Gregory is convicted, I never want to hear his name again."

"I'll second that." He swore softly. "I don't care if I never hear the name again, either."

With those words, the conversation ended and the room grew quiet again.

"We'd better get some sleep," he finally murmured. Rianna made a soft sound that could have been agreement, and then exhaustion took its toll. Her grip on his waist eased, and Kyle knew she'd finally drifted to sleep. He smiled slightly and dropped another kiss on her hair. The soft, silky feel of it soothed him as much as the warmth of her womanly body.

She generated a whole host of feelings he'd never experienced with any other woman, possessiveness being primary. He wanted to lay claim to her in the most elemental fashion, make love to her until she forgot every other man she'd ever known. Until her world revolved around him, not Haroldson, her job or anything else.

It was a selfish desire, but he felt it nonetheless. The admission made him frown. He'd never been the jealous, possessive type, had never wanted a woman to be solely dependent on him.

Rianna was different.

And definitely off-limits right now. He had to be patient. This wasn't the time or place to stake a claim. They both needed sleep. He pressed his cheek against the softness of hers and gradually let his mind and body relax.

* * *

Hours later, he awakened as the warmth of Rianna's body left his side. Grumbling in complaint, he reached for her, but she dodged his arms. He struggled with grogginess as she moved to the foot of the bed, pulling the sheet with her.

When she grasped one of his feet in her hands, her touch jarred him awake.

"What?"

He had no concept of the time, though sunshine glistened around the edges of the heavy drapes. The
room was still shadowed, but light
enough to see his sexy bedmate as she knelt at his feet. Her hair was tousled, her face flushed with sleep, and her expression mysterious.

She took his right foot into her hands and slowly massaged his heel, then his arch and the ball of his foot. Her hands were warm and soft, her thumbs stroking firmly. Heat arrowed up his leg to his groin. By the time she reached for his other foot, his morning arousal had surged to aching fullness.

"I owe you a massage," she said quietly, her gaze locking with his. "Remember?"

His voice came roughly. "You don't owe me anything."

He wanted her more than his next breath. The blood sang through his veins in a heated rush, but he didn't want her offering anything out of gratitude.

"You carried me too far. You'll be stiff and sore this morning." She moved between his legs and began to rub his right calf with long, strong strokes, her fingers working magic on the hard muscles. She gave the same slow, diligent attention to his left leg, and then both knees.

Kyle groaned with pleasure. "Damn, that feels good," he muttered, holding her gaze. They stared into each other's eyes for a long, breathless moment.

"Be warned," he told her softly. "If you keep it up, I'll want a whole lot more than a massage."

"I'll do my best," she promised huskily.

He gave her a fierce frown. "Not from gratitude." He didn't want gratuitous sex. He wanted her as needy as him.

She
smiled,
a slow, sultry, beautiful smile that turned his insides to mush and made his flesh prickle with anticipation.

"The massage is in appreciation. Anything else will be strictly my pleasure."

She trusted him. He'd finally earned her trust, and he knew it wasn't something she gave lightly. He hadn't realized how badly he wanted it until she offered it. Satisfaction flowed over him like warm honey.

Her palms flattened across the top of his thighs, her fingers still kneading. She spread his legs wider and inched closer. Her touch electrified him, the heat sizzling along his nerves, his muscles clenching with each new stoke.

When she slid her fingers toward the hem of his shorts, he shuddered and reached for her. She countered the move by grabbing his hands, pressing them on the bed and clucking her tongue in rebuke. Then she urged him to roll onto his stomach.

Kyle complied, turning, and muffled a moan against the pillow as she straddled his hips. Her heat seared him, her thighs blanketing him with feminine softness through the thin barrier of clothing. Blood roared in his head.

She worked on the muscles of his back and shoulders, her touch strong and sure. His hands curled into fists at his sides as his body sang with excitement. Next, she slowly slid off his hips and straddled his thighs.

"You're a little tense, Tremont," she teased.

His tone was hoarse with arousal. "No kidding."

Then her hands cupped his buttocks, strong fingers igniting an even stronger reaction from his flesh. His nerves were strung taut, his muscles bunched, his arousal growing thicker and harder with every beat of his heart.

Rianna slid off his legs and urged him to turn onto his back again. This time she straddled his hips, pressing her soft warmth tightly against his straining flesh. He made a sound deep in his throat and reached for her, but she snatched his hands and pressed them down on either side of his head. He tried to steal a kiss while she nibbled on his chin.

Her next caress was a string of wet, open-mouth kisses down his neck and across his chest. She took a long, torturous time to bathe his nipples. Her tongue sent hot, primitive need racing through him. Every nerve ending in his body hummed with tension.

By the time she'd worked her way down to his navel, his breathing had grown ragged and his chest heaved. He broke a sweat as her nimble fingers reached inside his shorts.

"You're
killin
' me," he groaned.

She cupped him and stroked him until Kyle nearly strangled on his own need. He couldn't let her fondle him much longer. This time when he reached for her, she didn't resist, but slid back up his body and locked her mouth with his.

Their moans mingled as he plunged his tongue through her lips and explored the sweet depths beyond. He wanted to taste every inch of her, eat her up and lose himself in the taste, scent and feel of her.

He cupped her head in his hands, clutching fistfuls of silky hair to guide her closer. Their mouths were pressed tightly together, but he still couldn't get enough of her. He angled his head, then sucked her tongue between his teeth and molded it with his own.

His hunger for her was insatiable. The more she gave, the more he wanted. He'd never wanted anyone so desperately. Even the need for breath annoyed him. After a quick drag of air, he captured her mouth in another deep, drugging kiss.

While he cluing to her head, her hands were busy tugging at the waistband of his shorts. He paused long enough to shrug out of his clothes and kick them aside. Then he helped her lift her shirt over her head.

When she unhooked her bra and removed it, he was awed at her beauty. He forced himself to take long, calming breaths while he admired the feel and shape of her. He slid his palms over her rib cage and cupped the soft, firm mounds of her breasts, using his thumbs to bring the tips to rigid attention. She rocked against him in response, and her mewing sounds of pleasure fed his excitement.

"Kyle!"

The sound of his name on her lips had desire coiling even tighter in his groin. He pulled her up his body until he could replace his hand with his lips, and then sucked a nipple deeply into his mouth. He teased the tight bud with the tip of his tongue and felt her body arching against him in feminine demand.

Her throaty sound of hunger made him quiver like a tightly plucked bowstring. Together, they managed to get her out of her shorts and panties. Then they swallowed each other's groans as they savored the feel of bare flesh against bare flesh.

He clutched her thighs and bucked against her as they got lost in another potent, probing kiss. He felt her hands on his cheeks, her grasp tight. Her mouth grew demanding as she rubbed her breasts against his chest, the hard nubs of her nipples spiking the heat in him even higher.

They kissed until neither of them could breathe. Their chests heaved, their bodies straining for more. Then Rianna slid down his body until his straining arousal was trapped at the cradle of her thighs. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving at the exquisite feel of her.

"Protection?" she insisted throatily.

"In the drawer," he muttered.

She took care of that, too, and he almost came apart at her touch. Before he could completely recover, she eased herself onto his straining flesh and enveloped him with her soft, wet warmth.

So tight. So damn hot and tight. And so tense. It took a minute, but he finally realized that she'd gone really still and tense.

"Rianna?"

"I'm okay," she whispered, but she still didn't move.

"What do you mean, 'okay'?" He didn't like the sound of it or her stillness. "It's been a while for you?" That would explain the incredible tightness.

She mumbled something he couldn't understand, and then an amazing thought struck him. "Please don't tell me this is your first time."

"Okay."

Her lack of denial sent a shudder through him and convinced him that he'd hit on the truth. A deep, possessive thrill coursed through him, quickly followed by a desperate need to be gentle.

He closed his eyes and groaned, but held completely still until she'd had time to adjust to the size and feel of him. She gripped him tightly, sending another quiver of erotic pleasure up his spine. Once she'd accepted him and begun to move, he grasped her hips, arching upward to meet her slow, careful thrusts.

The pressure built too quickly, the need too forceful. He strained to hold back, until Rianna moaned his name. Then he surged against her and felt himself exploding in one long, fierce burst of pleasure.

She collapsed against him, their chests heaving from exertion, the sound of their labored breathing filling the silence. He knew it hadn't been all that great for her, but he silently swore to make it up to her.

For the next few minutes, all they could do was fight for air and hold each other while they recovered from the emotional and physical high.

Kyle hugged her tightly, wanting to prolong the exquisite contact. He closed his eyes, relishing the shared intimacy and the gift she'd given him. Not just her body, but her trust. He knew she didn't give either one too freely. He'd made love to his share of women, but never to one who'd been as generous in her loving. Gut instinct told him what a treasure he'd found. She was his now, and he intended to keep her.

His partner.

His lover.

His woman.