Chapter 7 Woman Down
WOMAN DOWN
TEDDY
Teddy wrapped his hands around her hourglass waist, lifted her off him, and positioned her over him. It was up to her if she wanted to sink down.
Based on the last hour, he had every confidence she would.
And she did.
Her taking him inside her sent a torrent of euphoria racing through him. “Fuck, Sydney, you feel good.”
She started gliding on him, moving with a sexiness and an intensity he expected. Sydney was different, in the best of ways. A mix of badass and vulnerability. Human with a heart of gold… or of stone.
He was interested in getting to know her, but all he could think about now was the sex.
And it was fantastic. She was peering into his eyes, her raw energy turning him into a beast. She was taking him higher and higher, desire thundering through him on a one-way trip to another mind-blowing release.
“Talk to me,” he said. “Are you good?”
“Too good. I don’t want to come yet, but I can’t make myself stop.”
He grabbed her hips, slowed her thrusting. Then, he caressed her breast. He wanted those phenomenal tits in his mouth, but her beautiful face drew him back like a magnet. When he stared into her eyes, he couldn’t get enough of her. The endorphins kicked up another notch.
“You are killing me,” he said. “Sei così fottutamente sexy. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Yassssss.” She raised her arms and ground to his end, then stopped. “Scopi come un dio. You fuck like a god.”
“I gotta kiss you.”
With him rooted inside her, he repositioned them so he was sitting against the propped-up pillows. After slipping his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her toward him and, on a growl, he kissed her.
She bit his lip.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled.
“Do you like it rough?”
“I do with you.”
He bit her shoulder, raked his fingers down her back, then said, “I’m gonna fuck you, hard.”
He flipped her over, trapping her beneath him, and he thrust to her end. Again and again and again.
“I’m gonna come,” she cried out. “Oh, fuck, take me, Tank.”
Her pussy clamped down on him while she shook and cried out through her orgasm. He began thrusting deeper, their eyes locked on each other.
The orgasm exploded out of him so hard, he saw stars. Unloading into her wasn’t just good, it felt necessary. Like he needed to bury his seed deep inside her.
When he finished, he stilled.
“Drop your weight on me,” she murmured into his ear. “I want all of you on me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I can handle it.”
Though he relaxed onto her, he held back. He was over two hundred pounds of pure muscle and big bones.
“Do it,” she bossed. “I got you.”
“It’s too much.”
“I’m stronger than I look.”
He let all his weight go. Her mouth found his, and she kissed him with a ferocity that turned him into an animal. She’d unleashed a side of him he didn’t know existed. A man who wanted nothing but to bring her pleasure and receive it all back.
When she slowed the kiss, they shared a smile, then, she nudged him away. He rolled them sideways, but didn’t pull out. He was still hard as fucking steel. No way was he leaving her… not yet.
“Meglio di tutte le mie fantasie. Better than all my fantasies,” she confessed.
He caressed the side of her body, appreciating her curves, and brought his hand to rest on her hip.
“I’m gonna want to see you again,” he said. “Take you to dinner, steal you away for a weekend—”
“Slow down, Tank—”
“But after tonight, I won’t be able to for a while.”
Silence.
He’d insulted her.
She started to move away, but he held her close. “It’s not you—”
“Spare me the bullshit.”
“Sydney,” he said. “Do. Not. Leave.”
She stilled.
“I just asked you out. I told you I’m totally into you. I got a work thing that’s serious—”
“The White House?”
A wave of anxiety for taking a few hours for himself. To live out a fantasy he’d been dreaming about for months.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m feeling a little vulnerable. I haven’t been close to anyone in a while.”
“Same.”
“Why?”
“Work mostly, but I get shy around women.”
“Not me, though.”
“I was a little nervous tonight,” he confessed.
That made her smile. “Are you nervous now?”
While kissing her, he caressed her perfect backside, the desire jumping to the forefront once again. “No, I’m not. Are you?”
“No.” She kissed him, letting her tongue swirl with his. “Again?”
“Again,” he replied, rolling on top of her.
AT FIVE-FORTY-FIVE IN THE MORNING, they lay boneless in the bed at LOST SOULS. He’d never been more sexually satisfied, never been more energized in his life.
As she pushed out of bed, she shot him a smarmy smile. “You got stamina.”
“I’m addicted to you, so expect another text.”
She left him in bed, vanishing into the bathroom.
He followed, removed the condom she’d brought.
They’d used three condoms, he’d gone down on her twice more, and he’d gotten another phenomenal blowjob.
More than the sex high, he was buzzing from her.
He didn’t want their perfect evening to end.
But reality was fast approaching, and he needed to grab a shower at home, then head to the Black Site.
As he cleaned himself off, he said, “Things are hella crazy at work, but I’d love to take you to dinner or even make you dinner. I’m pretty decent on the grill. Whatever you want.”
“I’d love that,” she replied before she sat on the toilet. “I really have to pee. You gonna freak out on me?”
He leaned down, kissed the top of her head. “It’s all good.”
Back in the suite, they dressed. He, in his suit, and she, in her costume. After he re-holstered his gun, he knelt to strap hers around her calf. Then, he helped her into her boots and zipped them for her. When he stood, she kissed him.
“I’ve been stressed to the max,” she murmured. “You were the perfect escape.”
He flashed her a smile before checking his phone. Hawk had texted him the code to alarm the club. As they walked down the hall, he clasped her hand. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
“Good, ‘cause I need a ride home.”
As they walked through the quiet club toward the front door, Sydney’s phone binged repeatedly in her hand.
He glanced over. “Everything okay?”
“I just turned off my Do Not Disturb.”
At the front door, he entered the security code. When the lights on the panel started flashing, he opened the front door. Sydney stood frozen, her focus still cemented on her device.
“Sydney, we gotta go.”
She hurried outside.
He confirmed the exterior door was shut and locked before returning his attention to her. “What’s going on?”
Still no response, but the crisp morning air had him removing his suit coat and draping it over her shoulders.
She peered up at him, blinked several times, then went right back to her phone. As she dialed, she said to him, “Thank you,” and slipped her arms into the jacket.
The call Sydney made started ringing, the shrill sound piercing the early-morning air. As he studied her face, he couldn’t help but notice the tension around her eyes. When the call rolled to voicemail, she hung up.
Then, she got busy sending a text. After another moment, her gaze found his. A brief smiled touched her eyes, then she turned back to her phone. “Dammit, she’s not texting me back.”
“It’s six-fifteen in the morning,” he said. “Maybe she’s sleeping.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but I need to do a welfare check.”
Not alone.
“I’ll take you.” He grasped her hand, took off toward his SUV, parked nearby. He opened the passenger door for her. Once she was seated, he leaned in and kissed her. “Because I can’t resist you.”
They shared a smile before he shut the passenger door, got behind the wheel.
“Where to, boss?”
“My friend Naomi’s house.”
After giving him the Arlington address, he slid into rush-hour traffic. As he made his way, he asked her what was going on.
“She spotted someone she’d been tracking for a while,” Sydney said matter-of-factly. “And she followed him.”
“Was she alone?”
“Yes.”
He glanced over at her, and a knowing awareness passed between them.
“Never a good idea,” he murmured.
“I know, right? She texted that she lost him and was going home.” After a brief pause, Sydney said, “I gotta call someone.”
Sydney dialed, put the phone to her ear. “Good morning, sir. I’m sorry to call so early.”
Teddy was surprised at how formal she sounded.
“Naomi texted me around one in the morning, but I didn’t see it until now. She saw number two at Hotel Dillinger and sent me a photo. I’ll text it over to you, real quick.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard. “It doesn’t look like him. What do you think?” She grew quiet while she listened.
Teddy glanced over. Sydney was composed and calm. Truth was, he could stare at her all day. Her sex-tousled hair flowed down her back in soft waves. Her dark eyes were laser-focused on the road while she listened.
“Lorne, I’m five minutes away, and I’m not alone.” After a second, she followed up with, “I got this. I’ll see you when you get there.” She hung up, turned toward Teddy.
“We could be walking into an ambush, so if you’re not comfortable going in—”
At the red light, Teddy reached into the back seat, pulled over a Kevlar vest. “It’ll be big for you, but you can wear it over your sexy-sexy.”
She laughed. “Nothing like seeing your boss after a wild night with someone new.”
“Where do you work, Sydney?”
No response.
After a beat, she asked, “Where do you work, Tank?”
“I run the family restaurant.”
She peered over at him. “Yeah, so I was asking about your other job, the one where you suit up in body armor and have meetings at the White House.”
Silence.
“Okay, so I’m glad we cleared that up,” she quipped as he pulled down the street and GPS announced their arrival.
Teddy parked at the curb in front of the two-story home. “Have you been here before?”
“Yeah, a few times.”
“Does she live alone?”
“Yes.”
“Pets?”
“None.” Sydney stepped outside, set his suit jacket on the passenger seat. While she pulled on the vest and got busy tightening the straps, he was by her side.
She offered him his suit jacket.