Chapter 11
Savvie leaned back and stared up into Hunter’s eyes, her pulse quickening. “Remember that fling I hinted at earlier?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “The proposition?”
She raised a shoulder and let it fall. “Fling…proposition…whatever. It goes back to life’s short… We might not have much time together, so why not make the most of it?”
He glanced around at the darkening street. “Here? Now?”
She laughed. “Though lying naked under the stars does have a certain appeal, I’d rather know what I’m lying naked on.” She tucked her hand into the crook of his arm before she lost her nerve. “Let’s go back to the lodge.”
They started back, their pace picking up until they half-walked and half-ran the remaining hundred yards, laughing as they neared the lodge.
“We should check in with Stone,” Hunter said as they entered the lobby.
Thankfully, they didn’t have far to go.
Stone stood at the front desk, talking with his father, the satellite phone still in his hand.
When he spotted Hunter and Savvie, he shook his head. “Nothing yet.”
Though Savvie wanted to resolve the issue with the captives, she was glad they had a little time before they had to leave.
“We’ll be in our rooms,” Hunter said.
“Smart,” Stone said. “We don’t know when we’ll leave or how long we’ll be gone. You might as well rest now.”
Hunter walked with Savvie up the staircase to the second floor. Once they were out of sight of the lobby, they ran the rest of the way to their rooms.
“Mine or yours?” Savvie asked.
“Mine.” He slipped his key into the lock and pushed the door wide.
Then Hunter swept Savvie into his arms and carried her across the threshold. Once they were in his room, he kicked the door closed behind him.
Her pulse sent molten hot blood raging through her, pooling low in her belly.
If making love with Hunter was one of those bad choices, it would be one of the best bad choices she’d ever make.
She had to remind herself that this was not the start of something.
Whatever happened with Hunter would only be a brief encounter, not a long-term relationship.
Her past would always be a danger to anyone she might grow to care about.
If she cared enough, she’d keep moving and not stay with one person long enough that someone would punish him to torture her.
Hunter carried her the short distance to the bed and lowered her legs to the floor. “Still on board?”
She grabbed the hem of her borrowed T-shirt, her eyes narrowing. “Are you?”
He chuckled and pulled her hips up against his. The hard ridge of his desire pressed into her belly. “I’m on board and halfway there.”
She gazed up into his eyes. “As long as you understand that what we do together will have no strings attached.”
He hesitated for a moment, his brow wrinkling. “Okay.” Cupping the back of her head, he leaned in, his lips hovering over hers. “No strings, huh?”
“I could be gone tomorrow,” she insisted, even as she rocked up on her toes, closing the distance between their lips.
She kissed him briefly. “Even though I’ve left my line of work, my past could come back to haunt me in the shape of a family member bent on avenging the death of their scumbag relative.
Anyone near me could become collateral damage in that attempt at revenge. ”
“What if the person with you is willing to take the risk?” he asked, pressing his lips to her temple, then moving to that sensitive spot on her neck, just below her ear.
“No strings,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
When he brushed his lips so softly against her skin, it left her breathless and ready for more.
With her fingers curled around the T-shirt hem, she dragged it up her torso.
His hands joined hers, raising the shirt higher, exposing her bare breasts, and finally, tugging it over her head.
Not knowing when word would come from Hank and Swede, Savvie didn’t waste time. She shucked her shoes and the sweats Hunter had loaned her, kicking them to the side.
Hunter wasn’t far behind. When they were both naked, he walked her backward until she bumped into the bed.
He tipped her chin up and brushed his thumb across her lips. “How do you feel about foreplay?”
She cocked an eyebrow. “If done right, it’s a game changer.”
A slow smile curled the corners of his lips. “Challenge accepted.”
“We don’t have much time,” she reminded him.
“Sweetheart, if done right, it doesn’t take much time.
” He laid her back on the mattress, her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
“Think game changer.” Hunter claimed her lips in a kiss that ignited her blood, sending it searing through her veins.
His tongue pushed past her teeth to caress hers in a sensual, thrusting motion.
Already, Savvie’s body ached for more. Her channel was damp and ready for him.
Hunter burned a path of fire down the side of her neck, pausing briefly to flick the thundering pulse at the base of her throat. Moving lower, he brushed his lips across her collarbone, over the swell of her left breast and stopped to capture her nipple between his teeth.
Savvie arched her back, urging him to take more.
He sucked the nipple into his mouth and pulled hard, flicking the beaded tip with his tongue.
Savvie moaned, her fingers slipping into his hair.
He switched to the other breast and teased it until she writhed beneath him.
His hand slid down her belly to the juncture of her thighs, cupping her sex.
Savvie parted her legs, her channel wet and ready.
Abandoning her breast, he trailed kisses down her torso, settling his body between her thighs.
When Hunter parted Savvie’s folds, he blew a stream of warm air over her clit.
A shiver shook her. Anticipation reached a fevered pitch.
His tongue flicked her there, sending a shock of electricity straight to her core.
When he flicked again, her body trembled with aftershocks, tension building, growing, surging like a tsunami.
At first, it rushed over her, then dragged her into the deep end, the ebb and flow of sensations intensifying with each touch.
One last flick sent her catapulting over the edge, launching her into the stratosphere, the afterburners firing all the way.
She rode the rocket to the stars, her body roaring like a powerful engine.
As the power waned, she fell back to earth, another ache pulsing, begging to be eased.
Savvie touched his shoulders, urging him to come up to her.
He climbed her body, his hips settling between her legs, his cock, pressing against her entrance.
And he paused.
On the verge of a second orgasm, Savvie’s breath caught and held.
“Please,” she whispered.
Pulling away from her, he leaned toward the nightstand, yanked open the drawer and fished inside. Precious moments later, his hand surfaced triumphantly with a condom.
He tore it open and rolled it over his shaft before resuming his position between her legs, the tip of cock nudging her entrance.
Savvie curled her hands around his hips, digging her fingertips into his tight ass.
He dipped in and pulled back out.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Her fingers tightened, pulling him into her. All the way.
Coated in her juices, he slid in and out of her, moving slowly at first, then increasing his speed with each pass.
Soon, he was pumping in and out of her.
Savvie raised her knees, planting her heels into the mattress so that she could rise to meet his every thrust.
He pounded harder, moving faster until he slammed into her once more, burying himself to the hilt. He dropped down on top of her, his cock pulsing inside her. For a long moment, he held steady, his body tense, his hips rocking ever so slightly in residual thrusts.
Eventually, he rolled to his side, taking her with him to hold in the crook of his arm as he nuzzled her neck.
Savvie lay with him skin-to-skin, basking in the afterglow of the best sex she’d ever experienced. The man had skills beyond the battlefield.
A dull ache settled in her chest. They’d been good in bed. So good, Savvie would have a hard time forgetting just how good he was. She’d insisted on no strings attached, and she would follow through accordingly.
For a long time after, Savvie lay in the warmth and strength of Hunter’s embrace, not wanting to sleep because she’d miss being with him.
Sometime in the night, she must have fallen asleep. A loud knock sounded on the door to Hunter’s room, jerking her awake from a deep sleep.
Hunter sat up straight, swung his legs over the opposite side and stood. He grabbed a pair of shorts and dragged them up his legs.
Savvie dove out of bed, scooped her clothes off the floor and moved into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door with a soft snick.
Deep voices rumbled on the other side of the wooden door panel.
Savvie pulled Hunter’s T-shirt over her head and let the hem fall below her hips and buttocks.
The important stuff was covered. Still, she didn’t want to leave the bathroom until whoever had come to Hunter’s room was gone.
Only then would she slip into her own room, where she hoped Kyla had come through with clothes that fit better than the soft T-shirt and sweats Hunter had provided.
Savvie pressed her ear to the door panel. The voices had grown quiet.
A few moments later, a tap on the other side of the door made her jump.
“All clear,” Hunter said.
She opened the door and peered out.
The bedroom door was closed. She and Hunter were alone.
“Who was it?” she asked.
“Stone.” Hunter spun toward the dresser against the wall, yanked open the third drawer and pulled out a black T-shirt. He turned to face her while pulling the shirt over his head and down his chest. “We roll in fifteen minutes. Can you be ready?”
Her heart leaped and pounded against her ribs. “They found the captives?” She located the sweatpants she’d kicked aside the night before and jammed her feet into the legs.
“Yes. They’re on a private island in the Florida Keys. Hank’s friend will get us to Miami. We’ll be transported the rest of the way by boat.”