Black Ice (Hunters Inc Book 2) Page 6

  Maybe for him it was.

  “Food and clean clothes, you, have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now Connor…”

  Well fuck, not what he expected to hear. ‘Thank you’ would have been more than adequate and totally not even necessary, but here she was talking about wanting to kiss him. Fuck… a man lacked any control over a certain body part most of the time, and having a beautiful woman in his arms, telling him she wanted to kiss him wasn’t helping his cause, not one bit.

  “We order food, you shower. Then we can eat and your clothes should have arrived. Sound like a plan?” he needed an excuse to move away from her, wasn’t quite sure he had the will power to do it on his own, and he needed to check in with Em. He needed an extraction and it was gonna be easier to get his head where it needed to be if she wasn’t in the room distracting him.

  “Too soon to say ‘I love you’?” he heard her laugh under her breath, but damn if those three words hadn’t just…he had met her a few hours ago, this kind of shit didn’t happen to him, not even gonna go there!!!

  Sarah stood and let the hot water from the drench shower just fall over her body as she stood beneath it, almost too hot to bare, but it felt like the closest thing to heaven she had experienced in a long time.

  The water running over her, washing away all the stress of the past few hours, had it been hours? it felt more like days, a life time, either way, the shower was just what she needed. It soothed every aching bone, every tight muscle.

  She washed, every inch of her body as though scrubbing would take away the reminder of the scabby hotel room, the panic of what she had heard, of what she was going through, the feel of the man’s heavy hand wrapped tightly across her face bringing repulsed shivers from deep within her.

  And then her thoughts turned to Connor.

  He was in the room next door, all muscles and meat and looking hotter than any man had a right to. And he had saved her, again. Was there nothing that man couldn’t, wouldn’t do for her?

  He wasn’t the kind of guy who walked into a room unnoticed, that was for sure.

  Sarah shivered, her body craving for the touch of a man she had only just met, the touch of a man she had no right to want.

  Rivers of soapy water cascaded down the curves of her body, waterfalls forming at the peaks of her hard-pebbled nipples, as she spent a little too much time with the sponge between her legs.

  She needed to feel something, anything, just the smallest of touches.

  Connor was occupying far too many of her thoughts right now and she didn’t know what the hell to do about it, this wasn’t like her.

  Ok, she was only human, any woman who said she hadn’t pleasured herself was either in denial or a liar, and she was neither, but was this really the time, when she was actually in hiding for her life?

  “Sarah…” his muffled voice through the barrier of the bathroom door dragged her kicking and screaming back to reality “Foods here”

  “Coming…” ain't that almost the truth.

  She dried herself off in record time, the sudden need for food over powering every other thought in her mind right now.

  She had thrown her cloths in the laundry hamper, wrapped a towel around her wet hair then slipped her body into the thick toweling robe that had been draped over a heated rail, god, did they think of everything here?

  Maybe she could just stay holed up in this room and never let the world back it, she could do that …right?

  Sarah took a deep breath, and opened the door. Connor had set up the small table near the window with plates, glasses and cutlery.

  Food was on a wheeled trolley, under the metallic domes she had only ever seen in the movies. Very pretty woman she thought.

  “I am starving…” she made her way across to where he was, all the time she had sensed he was watching her.

  “Good, I need you to eat, I don’t want you flaking out on me again, do you have any idea how hard it was to carry you, your back pack and my hold all…” he was laughing as he spoke, and she was suddenly mortified with embarrassment, she had fainted…and in the street of all places.

  Sarah felt herself blush as she sat at the table.

  Connor opposite, dwarfing the wooden chair as he stretched out.

  He spread his denim covered legs to allow himself to fit up to the table, his knees still catching against the furniture.

  Sarah giggled as she swung her legs beneath her chair, her bare feet not quite reaching the plush cream carpet beneath them.

  “Feel better?” two simple words.

  She looked up at his face, damn, he was hot, and her blush was spreading.

  “Aren’t you worried they might try and take me out using a sniper rifle or something?” she asked as she took a hearty gulp of the hot coffee that he had poured while nodding towards the window.

  “No, besides, the dicks who chased us didn’t have the intelligence to use a sniper rifle, taking in all the variables needed to calculate the geometry for a shot to take you out. Enjoy your food, trust me, your safe”

  Connor had taken off his jacket and his hoodie and was now sat in faded 501’s and a black t that bore what she assumed was the logo of his firm Hunters Inc: it matched the embroidery thread of the baseball cap he had worn when she first saw him.

  Even beneath that, he had practically knocked the breath from her body.

  “So …what happens now?” she lifted the lid off her plate and squealed at the sight of the burger and fries. “now I really fucking do love you Connor, I might just have to marry you, d’you know that?” Sarah took a bite, the food as close to perfect as she had ever tasted in her life.

  The man was as close to perfect as it got, she was sure of that.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Connor stared at her as she ate.

  Sarah had been causing his dick to twitch since she had opened her hotel room door, he knew that, no point denying it, and now she was sat opposite, chowing down on a burger like it was her last meal, dressed in what he knew to be nothing but a robe that was falling loose around her shoulders as she fidgeted in her chair, damn.

  He had spent the entire time she had been in the shower pacing the room, trying to think of anything but her naked under the water.

  He should have checked in with his team, should have had an evac plan ready to go, but his mind had been elsewhere, somewhere it had no right to be. More than once he had found himself rubbing his hard cock as his thoughts had wandered to what she would be doing in the shower.

  What he wouldn’t have given to have been in there with her, his hand playing with her perfectly formed tits, nipples hardening as he rubbed them beneath his thumb. This needed to stop. Now!

  Connor trying to look at any spot in the room that wasn’t Sarah.

  But he was struggling, the tiny blonde woman was filling his entire line of sight, completely clouding everything else in the room and if he wasn’t careful, Connor was gonna be going so left field off game plan, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

  “OK, I need you to tell me what you heard.” No doubting she was right, he just needed details and he needed to start thinking like the operative he was and not some teenage dick who was learning how to get his pre-jack problems under control.

  “Something about being ready, a van and needed to be as far away as possible when something blew. Women and children not his problem, and there was something else, but I can’t recall what it was, and that’s really bugging me. One of those, I will remember it when I hear it things, you know?” he watched as she took another bite of her food.

  She certainly wasn’t like other women he had known, the ones who pushed a lettuce leaf around a plate for half an hour before deciding they were full. No, definitely not, she was all woman, in every sense of the word, and well shit, if that wasn’t just the biggest turn on of his life.

  “American, right?” he needed to be clear on that, she had been sure so far, and he knew he wouldn’t doubt anything she said.

  “Yeah, bu
t I can’t place the dialect, it wasn’t distinctive like Texas, or Brooklyn, but I would recognize it again, that’s for sure. Made my blood run cold.”

  “Anything else? Anything at all? Doesn’t matter how insignificant you might think it is.” He was impressed with her clarity of recall, most people in her situation would have muddled the facts, it was an unconscious trick of the mind to exaggerate, to make things more dramatic than they actually were, not Sarah, her pupils hadn’t reacted in the way you would expect when asked to recall something traumatic, instead, she had stayed calm and collected as she answered his questions.

  She reminded him of… him, shit.

  Conner had found the female version of himself.

  “No, that’s it, I holed up in my luxurious bathroom like a coward, called my dad, and waited for my knight in shining armor to come get me” he watched as she finished of the food, not leaving a scrap.

  He loved a woman who could eat.

  “Let’s get one thing clear, you are no coward. And as for the knight in shining armor, you got me, sorry to disappoint” he laughed, hoping to lighten the mood after the mini interrogation.

  “You didn’t disappoint…” Sarah looked at the floor.

  Sarah froze, shit…shit…shit.

  Her mouth was working overtime, she was spewing verbal diarrhea before her brain had even engaged into the conversation, why the hell had she just let that slip? She didn’t let things ‘slip’, it wasn’t her style.

  She swallowed, hard, and not just because she needed to get rid of the last mouthful of food.

  She swallowed, because she needed to stem the raging need that was building in her gut for the man that was causing goosebumps to form over her entire body.

  Connor didn’t speak. But he looked.

  The temperature within the room reaching boiling point, or so it felt.

  Sarah sat frozen and watched him as he stood.

  He had raised his eyebrow in the panty melting way that only he could, (did he even know he did that?) took a single step forward, and leaned.

  One hand on the table, the other on the back of her chair, caging her in.

  He was inches from her face, her heart rate rising rapidly as he leaned closer. From here she could see every last mark and scar on his rugged face, his soft lips begging for her to run her thumb across them before she joined them to her own.

  “I would be very careful if I were you sweetheart, talking like that when I know you are naked underneath that robe, could get us both in a lot of trouble” he didn’t take his eyes away from her as he spoke, she was in trouble, she knew it.

  Her heart was suddenly pounding against the walls of her chest as she sat open mouthed, staring up the man that had made her body feel like it had just burst into flames.

  Connor leaned closer, the gap between them rapidly evaporating as his lips found hers.

  Sarah jumped from her seat, knocking the table as she went, she ignored the cups and plates rattling as she pushed back against the mouth of a man who was about to change her world.

  It was what she had been waiting for, the confirmation that he wanted her too.

  This was fire, and yes, he might have been the one who had ignited it, she was damn well taking control of it.

  Sarah felt the rough skin of his palms thread beneath the soft material of her robe, this was heaven.

  The kiss was hot, needy. He explored her mouth with his tongue, he was driving her wild, nothing else mattered, only him.

  Sarah deepened the kiss as she walked him backwards across the room, not stopping until she heard the deep thud as he hit the bed.

  Still she didn’t break away, even as he fell back, his arms pulling her with him.

  Sarah pulled at his shirt, desperate to see if he was as perfect as she had imagined, desperate to get him as close to naked as she was.

  And she always got what she wanted.

  Had she ever been so turned on?

  She gasped as he pulled his T over his head and let it drop to the floor.

  Her eyes widened, her nipples peaked and her clit felt like it had just swelled to almost double its size as it begged for his touch.

  Connor didn’t disappoint…her eyes drinking him in, the thin covering of dark chest hair, nothing to thick, but enough for her to thread her finger through and still be able to feel his skin beneath her touch. And his abs, dear god… she could actually count every muscle from his hips upwards, Sarah didn’t think Connor had an ounce of fat on his entire body, he was… Perfect!

  Connor knew he had crossed a line, didn’t care.

  He knew there was no going back, not once he had touched her, he didn’t want to go back.

  He wanted her, and he always got what he wanted.

  The robe had to go, he needed her naked, needed to see her, he needed his hands on her, they could worry about professional boundaries later, if now was all they had, he was gonna take it, no regrets.

  This kiss was full of hunger, of want, and it was making his swollen dick hurt like no pain he had ever felt, fucking jeans.

  Not that he needed to worry, Sarah was tugging at his belt, making easy work of the buckle, and popping the first couple of buttons on his jeans without the need of any prompts from him.

  It brought some relief, but not much, not enough.

  She had straddled him, the robe falling around her waist, the towel that had been wrapped around her hair in a damp heap in the floor.

  The taste of her on his tongue driving him wild as lips and mouths clashed, she was full of surprises at every turn and he fucking loved it.

  Connor broke the kiss, he needed her out of that fucking robe, and he needed out of his fucking pants, he was hard as rock, painfully so, he was gonna need to seek medical attention if he didn’t get his dick out of its restraint and soon.

  He looked, Jesus Christ, she was perfect….

  Sarah threw her head back and cried out as Connor cupped her breasts in his hand, his thumb caressing her hard peaks, as he massaged them, almost bringing her to climax just by his touch alone, before he closed his mouth around her and sucked.

  His powerful hands held her firmly at the waist as her naked skin shivered beneath his touch, her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threaded into his soft hair, pulling him to her, not wanting the pleasurous torture to end.

  He suckled, first one firm breast then the other, before returning and plundering her sweet mouth.

  She could taste him as she sucked his tongue deep into her, God, there wasn’t a man alive who had ever made her feel like this before and she never wanted it to stop.

  A loud audible groan escaping his throat.

  It urged her on, she wanted this, wanted him, she had a coating of slick juice between her thighs to prove it and she was having a hard time trying not to lose control.

  Sarah pulled away from him and untied her toweling belt, the robe fell, heaped at her feet on the floor.

  She stood in all her glory, naked from head to foot and didn’t feel in the least bit conscious in front of him.

  What she did feel was that he had an unfair advantage over her. If she was naked, then he should have been, why did he get to have all the fun?

  Sarah reached for Connor, grabbed him by the waist of his pants and pulled. He obliged, scooting his ass towards the edge of the bed, propping himself up on both elbows, the eyebrow of curiosity raised.

  He looked like he was interested to see where this was leading, and in all honesty, so was she.

  This was new to Sarah, she didn’t think she had ever been so bold, but something, no, someone was driving her on and if him sucking her breast gave even a hint of the pleasures that was in store for them, she was in…all the way.

  Connor couldn’t move, did he even want to? No…not if it meant he could stir at the beauty that stood naked before him.

  So far, she had surprised and shocked him at every turn, but this one had all but knocked him clean on his ass.

  Sarah was everythin
g he imagined she would be and more.

  Scale of one to ten, she was off the fucking chart, and he didn’t care that he looked like some perverted creep eyeing her body, she was on display, every ball busting fuckable inch of her, from her small but perfectly formed tits, to her clean shaven pussy, Christ…, hadn’t been expecting that, he had almost jacked in his pants when he saw that she was bare ‘everywhere’, and it was all for him, no one else.

  Whether he knew it or not, in that moment Connor decided it would only ever be for him.

  She reached for him, who was he to deny a woman what she wanted.

  Sarah tugged at his buttons, pausing after each one, she was doing this on purpose, he knew it. This was sweet torture. It was exactly what he would do to her if the roles were reversed, this made his smile, he was being tortured in the most delicious way, and again, who was he to deny his woman her fun.

  The last button tugged, the soft loose denim of the well warn jeans falling open, Connor slipped his hand into his boxers and pulled his cock from its material cage to reveal himself to her.

  He palmed his cock in slow delicious stroke. He loved that she was watching him.

  He knew he was big, his tip once released clearing his navel by a good inch, maybe two.

  Sarah swallowed slowly as she looked down and took him in. Fuck, he had scared her?

  She reached for him, her thumb rubbing over the slit of his head, Conner sucked a breath in between his gritted teeth. No, definitely not scared.

  Sarah pulled his pants from under his ass, taking his boxers with them, he could get used to her undressing him, he didn’t think it would ever get boring, he didn’t think anything about Sarah would ever be boring.