Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
T hey pulled in at Saxon’s.
Gia was buzzing. The car chase, seeing Saxon be a complete badass, her taking that guy down. She looked at Saxon as he parked the car. Delicious, with a capital D .
“Sorry about the bullet holes in your Bentley,” she said.
He shrugged. “I’ll call someone to collect it tomorrow and get it fixed.”
She crossed her legs, uncrossed them.
He glanced at her. “You’re wired.”
“Totally. Watching you do your thing, me doing my thing…”
“Instead of staying in the car,” he said dryly.
“You had it under control. I was armed, and I know how to shoot. I wasn’t letting you deal with it alone.”
He got a hot look in his eyes.
Gia squirmed in her seat. She was so turned on.
A faint smile curved his mouth. “You hungry, Contessa?”
“My panties are saturated. Or they would be if I was wearing any.”
He growled.
She opened her door. As she stood, she watched him get out on the other side of the car, her heart thumping like a giant drum.
“Think you can make it to the bedroom?” he asked silkily.
“I hope not,” she murmured.
She ran for the stairs.
Her heels clicked as she flew upward. She heard him behind her, sensed him. She made it to the entry before he was on her.
He grabbed a handful of the back of her dress, spun her. Then Gia found herself pressed against the wall, Saxon’s mouth on hers.
Yes. Yes. Yes .
When was the last time anything had felt this right? Maybe the first time she’d sat at her desk in the Firelight PR offices? Making friends with Haven?
Now Saxon.
His fingers were in her hair, his mouth hard and demanding on hers. She moaned. Waves of desire rolled through her, concentrating between her legs
She needed one thing. Him.
His mouth moved on hers and he deepened the kiss. He parted her lips wider and she gripped his firm biceps, sliding her tongue against his.
Gia was a giant mass of need. She wanted to see Mr. Cool Saxon Buchanan there with her, as well.
She reached down cupping the bulge in the front of his trousers, squeezed. He made a hungry sound that made her belly twist. “Saxon.”
“Hold on, Contessa.”
She tried to climb him, wrapping a leg around his hip. She needed him so much it hurt.
He slid his hands under her ass and took a few sidesteps to a hall table resting against the wall. With one arm, he swept a wooden bowl off it. It clattered to the floor.
He lifted her and set her ass on the cool metal.
Gia attacked his shirt. She gave a few desperate tugs, and buttons pinged on the tiles.
“Faster,” she panted.
Then his shirt was gone, and she was distracted by his gorgeous chest and ink. She leaned forward and bit his pec.
Saxon growled, his breathing harsh pants. He yanked a condom from his pocket and tore his fly open.
Her gaze locked on his rock-hard cock. “Yes. Now .”
He rolled the condom on, then yanked on the tie holding her dress together. With a quick tug, he unwrapped her. He jolted, his gaze crashing into hers.
“I thought you were joking about the panties. All this time, at your parents, you weren’t wearing any underwear?”
“Yes.”
He shuddered. “Grip the edge of the table, Gia. This is going to be hard.”
Every muscle in her body tightened. She gripped the cool metal, leaned back, her legs falling open.
The scorching-hot look in his eyes seared her. He gripped her hips, leaned forward, and with one hard thrust, he was inside her.
Gia cried out, heard his strangled groan.
Her head dropped back against the wall. She felt so full, so stretched. “Saxon—”
“Hang on, Contessa.” He pulled out, thrust back in. He started a fast, brutal rhythm.
The table rattled with each thrust, each plunge of his cock filling her. A moan escaped her and she wrapped her legs around him, the heels of her sandals digging into his back.
It was a relentless assault on her senses. Pleasure drenched her and she gripped his shoulders, clawed at him.
“Saxon, please .”
With another hard thrust, her climax hit her—wild, hot, ruthless. She screamed.
With a hoarse groan, he sank deep, one hand in her hair, tilting so her gaze met his. His eyes were intense. He watched her come, and she watched him groan through his own release.
Then there was just their harsh panting.
“I’ll never look at this table the same way again,” she murmured.
He made a sound that might have been a chuckle. He caught her chin. “Next time, stay in the car.”
She grinned. “Hot Stuff, I might need to explain consequences and rewards to you. If this is what I get when I get out of the car…”
He tweaked her nipple, and her pussy rippled on his cock. He groaned.
“Don’t move.” He pulled out, then disappeared to the downstairs powder room.
She heard a toilet flush, then water running in the sink. He was back, wearing only his chinos. Hmm, that chest, that body.
“I have heel marks in my back.” His gaze roamed over her.
She must look like a picture, dress open, splayed on the hall table.
He half turned and she bit her lip. She didn’t notice the heel marks, because she was too busy taking in the scratches. She’d drawn blood.
Heat hit her cheeks.
Saxon noticed her looking and grinned. He lowered his head to nibble her lips. “Gia Norcross, hellcat. My hellcat.” He lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Saxon!” He headed up the stairs.
“We’re going to bed.”
“It’s the afternoon.”
“So?”
“More sex will kill us.”
He smacked her bottom. “We’ll go out smiling.”
He did a lot more than put a smile on her face, and he did it for most of the night.
When Gia awoke the next morning, she was sprawled sideways on his bed. She stretched and smiled. There were definite upsides to this “being targeted by bad guys” situation.
She turned her head. Saxon was still asleep. His cock, for once, wasn’t hard, and lay against his powerful thigh. Sunlight stroked his body like it couldn’t get enough of him.
She could do this every day. Wake up beside this man.
The scars on his side caught her eye and her belly hardened. She crawled closer and kissed them, her lips moving lightly over the scarred skin. She sensed him wake.
“Contessa?”
She looked up and saw the serious glint in his eyes.
“Tell me,” she said. “What you can.”
He was silent for a moment. “A mission went bad. I got shot.”
He sat up, and pulled her against his chest. She stroked her fingers over the scars.
“We were in the middle of a bad area. Enemy all around us.”
Her heart knocked hard in her chest.
“Vander organized an evac, but it was ten miles through harsh terrain to get to the evac point. Rhys carried me.”
She pressed her head to his chest, thanked God for her incredible brothers, and held on.
“Rhys talked to me to keep me conscious. Vander, and the rest of the team, kept the bogeys off us.” A pause. “I told them to leave me.”
She tightened her grip on him. No .
“I knew I was dying. I was only slowing them down.”
Gia made a sound. She could have lost him, this amazing man, before she’d ever had him. Emotion closed her throat.
“But anyone with the Norcross name is stubborn. Your brothers got me out. They didn’t let go, didn’t give up.”
She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. A tear rolled down her cheek, and he reached up and wiped it away.
“We don’t let go,” she whispered fiercely. “Not of the things we care about.”
He kissed her again.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Saxon frowned, but Gia was already moving.
“Wait,” he said. “I’ll answer it.”
She hunted around on the floor, pulled on his discarded shirt, and did up the remaining buttons. He found his pants.
“I’m coming,” she said.
He sighed. “Of course, you are.”
She smacked a kiss to his mouth.
* * *
“We’ll get rid of whoever it is, then I’m taking you out for breakfast.” Saxon ran through the safest places he could take her. “Or, at this point, it might be Sunday brunch.” They’d slept late again.
“I love brunch,” Gia said.
They headed down the stairs. She looked far too sexy in his shirt.
“Maybe Vander has information?” Gia said. “Maybe he found Willow?”
“If it’s your brother, he probably won’t appreciate an eyeful of his sister in my shirt.” With several bite marks on her neck.
Although Saxon had a few marks of his own. He felt the sting of the scratches she’d left on his back and smiled.
They reached the entry and he checked through the smoked glass panels flanking the doors. He spotted a couple standing on his doorstep
When he looked through the peephole, he swallowed a curse. “Brace.”
He opened the door to his parents.
Rupert and Vanessa Buchanan were both dressed, pressed, and polished.
Saxon didn’t look like either one of them, but rather a blend. Saxon had inherited his father’s face, but not his dark hair. That, he’d received from his blonde mother. His father had probably already played a few rounds of golf this morning, and fucked whoever was his flavor of the month.
“Saxon.” His mother eyed his bare chest and tattoos, barely concealing her grimace.
His father’s gaze dropped to Gia’s bare legs.
Bastard . Saxon pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “To what do I owe this pleasure on a Sunday morning?” he asked sarcastically.
Gia pushed into him, her hand pressed to his gut. The feel of her helped ease the inevitable resignation he got from dealing with his parents.
“We want to take you to lunch,” his mother said.
They never turned up on his doorstep like this. “Why?”
His mother sniffed. “We haven’t caught up for some time.”
“Why?” he said again.
His mother’s mouth pressed into a flat line. “We’re meeting friends—”
Realization hit him. “Friends with the socialite daughter you want to marry me off to.”
Gia’s fingers tightened on him.
“She’s a nice girl,” his father said jovially.
“I’m standing here, a grown man, with my woman in my arms, and you’re pulling this shit?”
“Your woman?” His mother’s nose wrinkled. “Your women come and go, so I—”
“Not this one.”
Gia smiled up at him and he stroked her cheek.
“Are you going to introduce us, son?”