Chapter 12 #2
“Good,” Simone told him. Her hands dropped to the top of his pants. Her fingers stroked him through the fabric, just as she’d done in the restaurant. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The elevator chimed. The doors began to open.
His hand clamped around her wrist, and he pulled her from the elevator and tugged her down the hallway.
Her musical laughter followed him to their suite.
He opened the door in record time, briefly pausing to nod toward the guards who lingered in the corridor near the stairwell.
As soon as Ryan got her over the threshold and had her safely back in their suite…
He locked the door. Pinned her against the nearest wall. And feasted on her mouth.
She was playing with fire, and the woman didn’t understand. He wasn’t the kind of man you could tease. His desire for her was too strong.
His tongue plunged past her lips, and he greedily drank up her sweetness. She was way better than the wine he’d sampled. And he could not wait to taste her everywhere.
“Such a shame about dessert,” Simone said, voice husky, when he tore his mouth from hers. “Think you can make it up to me?”
His mouth dropped down to her throat. Pressing. Licking. Kissing.
Make it up to her? Hell, yes, he could. He would.
He scooped her into his arms.
“Ryan!” She held on. Tight. “You know, I think you carry me entirely too much.”
Nah. Not possible.
There were two bedrooms in the suite. She’d picked one earlier, when they first arrived. He’d taken the other one. He went into his room now. A room lit only by the small lamp near the bed. Without hesitating, he carried Simone straight for the king-size bed. He lowered her onto the mattress.
Nearly pounced, but caught himself. Instead, Ryan backed up a step. He sucked in a deep breath. One, then another. He tried to clear his head. But she was all he could smell. Her seductive, tempting scent. She was all he could see. Her gorgeous face. Her beautiful body. She was all he wanted.
Naked. Spread on the bed. Taking him in deep.
But…
There were some things that, once done, could never be undone. They were going to be one of those things. “Choose now.”
She pushed onto her elbows. “Choose what?”
“Fuck me or keep it professional.”
Her sexy laughter floated to him. “Do you truly think you and I could ever be professional?”
No, maybe. No.
“I would really like…” Her tongue swiped over her lower lip.
Every muscle in his body locked.
“I’d like for you to finish what you started when you got out of that shower earlier. You know, before a certain doorbell started ringing.”
When he’d left the shower earlier, she’d been naked. His fingers had dipped inside of her. Hot. Tight. Heaven. That damn doorbell would haunt his nightmares.
“Also, I’d really like to lick some of your tattoos.”
Sweet fuck.
“And…” Her gaze dropped down his body. She sat up in bed. Moved to the edge of the mattress. “I’d like to lick other parts of you, too.”
He nearly ripped all of her clothes right off her. He could never remember wanting someone so much. “You are playing with fire.”
“Am I?” She reached out and undid his belt. Then the button on his pants. And eased down the zipper. “Let’s see if I get burned.”
He was on her. Not like he could hold back any longer. He tumbled her onto the bed. His mouth took hers. His hands flew over her body.
He heard her high heels hit the floor.
When that sexy little foot slid against me in the restaurant…
A growl ripped from him as he lifted up enough so that he could yank off her soft sweater. He sent it flying.
For a moment, he got lost staring at her. He’d seen her naked breasts when they’d been in the bathroom together. Sheer and utter perfection. Now her breasts were encased in a white bra with sexy lace that pushed them up, and really, the bra was gorgeous, but he yanked it off her in five seconds.
Then his lips were on her. Kissing her nipples. Licking. Sucking.
Her nails sank into his arms as she arched against him. “Ryan!”
He kissed his way down her body. Broke the button at the top of her pants and didn’t care. He jerked down the zipper, and with one hard tug, he pulled her pants and her panties down her body and sent them both hurtling to the floor, too.
He and Simone were now half on and half off the bed. He eased back, mostly so that he could take her all in. Every single, perfect inch of her. His breath shuddered in and out. His dick thrust straight toward her, and all he wanted was…
A taste. First, a taste.
He caught her legs. Pushed them apart. She grabbed for the bedding.
“And here I thought you got full at the restaurant.”
Her husky words had his gaze rising to trap hers.
“Still hungry?” she asked as her head tilted to the left and her hair trailed over her shoulder.
“Starving.” A primitive rumble. Then he put his mouth on her.
She gasped. Her thighs trembled.
He went wild. Because her taste sent him straight over the edge.
Licking. Sucking. Tasting. Thrusting his tongue into her and then raking her clit with his fingers.
Strumming her. Ferocious need pounded within him, and, in some distant part of his mind, Ryan realized that he should hold back.
He shouldn’t be letting the full force of his lust surge through him.
But, fuck it.
Part of him knew that Simone could handle everything. That he didn’t have to hold back with her.
Because she was moaning and arching against him and demanding more with her breathy little whispers. She wasn’t afraid of his passion. She wanted everything that he had to give her.
And he wanted her.
First, he wanted her to come against his mouth so he could taste her pleasure.
Then, he wanted her coming around his dick so that he could feel her release.
His tongue lashed her. Licking and stroking her clit in a fast and frantic rhythm.
She stiffened beneath him. Her nails dug deeper into his arms, and then she let out a sharp, startled scream.
Fuck, yes.
He lapped up her pleasure, greedy for every single drop.
Even as she was still coming, as her body was still shuddering, he yanked the condom from his back pocket and he shoved down his pants and underwear.
With fingers that weren’t quite steady because his need was far too overwhelming, he rolled on that condom.
Then he was climbing onto the bed with her.
Partially on the bed, anyway. Half on, half off again, and her legs were open, and she was wet and ready, and he sank into her.
One long hard thrust.
She gasped.
He fucking lost it.
She was tight. So insanely tight. Hot. Wet.
Her scent was on him. Her taste on his tongue.
Her body soft against him. When she lifted her legs up and locked them around him, Ryan erupted.
Fast, hard, desperate thrusts. Braced on the side of the bed, he yanked her as close to him as he could.
Over and over, he pounded into her, and Simone met him every single time. Fast. Hard.
There was no stopping. No slowing. No time for gentleness or careful touches. There was only a basic, driving need that consumed him.
His eyes locked with hers.
Her breath heaved out. Pleasure flashed across her face even as he felt the inner contractions of her muscles along his dick. She was squeezing him, holding him so fucking tightly, and nothing in his whole life had ever felt this good.
Even as she was coming for him again, Ryan knew he could not hold back another moment. The lust was too consuming. He drove deep and let go. His hips surged against her. Again. Again.
The bed hit the wall.
He came within her and, as he choked out her name, Ryan realized he might just be in the worst danger of his life.
Because he wanted more. Because he feared that he might not ever be able to get enough of her. Not. Ever.
“You are not going to believe this, boss.” Hugo crept toward Frederick.
Frederick sat slumped behind the massive, antique desk, with a bottle of scotch open near him.
The scent of scotch was heavy in the air, and Frederick’s bleary eyes gazed back at him.
Or, tried to gaze back at Hugo. It appeared that Frederick was looking a bit to the side of Hugo’s actual body, so Hugo took one step to the right.
Frederick tilted his head. “I believe that I’m fucked,” Frederick declared, the words coming out very, very slowly.
“I believe that you let Simone Sailor vanish and now I have no money. No backing. I don’t have the fucking egg and when the Russian finds out that I lost his precious chip, he is going to flay the skin from my body—”
“She’s in London.”
Frederick narrowed his eyes.
“Simone Sailor is in London,” Hugo repeated in case Frederick had not heard him clearly. He rattled off the name of the high-end hotel where she was currently staying.
Frederick lurched upright in his chair. His hand swung out and hit the bottle of scotch, sending amber liquid flying across his desk. “You—you can’t be serious!”
“I’m dead serious. She was recently spotted in the hotel’s restaurant.”
Frederick slapped his hands down on top of the desk and shoved to his feet. For a moment, he swayed, but his hands just shoved down all the harder on the desktop, and he maintained his balance. “We’ve been…tearing the…countryside apart…and she’s out for a meal? At the fanciest hotel in London?”
So it would seem. “A waiter there is the one who reported the tip. Edward Reginald is part of the network you’ve been creating.” Careful words. It wasn’t really Frederick’s network, was it? More like it belonged to the Russian, Konstantin. “Edward waited on her in the restaurant. Her and her date.”
“What date?” Frederick’s voice had risen several octaves.
“Ryan Quinn.”
“What. The. Bloody. Hell?”
Hugo nodded. “They’re both in London. I think we can conclude our search in the countryside.”
Frederick’s breath hissed out. “Oh, you think?”
“What’s the order?” Hugo asked. “How do we proceed?”
Frederick’s shoulders heaved. Up and down. Up and down. The bastard looked like he was choking down vomit.
Hugo waited, barely keeping his disgust in check. Instead of helping track Simone, Frederick had been drinking his ass off all day long.
Some people…they just could not handle their alcohol. They also could not handle dead bodies. Or the violence that was necessary to succeed in this world.
Frederick’s hand swiped over his face. Wiping away a bit of vomit that had slid onto his chin?
“Proceed…How to proceed…” A whisper from Frederick. Then he nodded. “I’m getting my arse to London.”
“Excellent idea. Maybe plan to head out at first light tomorrow? After you’ve had a chance to rest?” After you’ve sobered up?
Frederick swayed.
“What about Simone Sailor?” Hugo really needed an answer on this situation. “What do you want done with her?”
“I want her dead.”
Hugo nodded. “Pretty sure we can make that happen. In fact, we can do that right now.”