Jay sat back, leaving her bereft. “All clear.”
“Isn’t there somewhere else you want to search?” She hated the desperate, pleading tone in her voice. But seriously? Was he going to leave her like this?
“All in good time.” He gave a smug smile before leaning down to feather kisses over her heated skin. As promised, he left no inch of her body untouched. He brushed his lips over her forehead, the curve of her ear, her neck and shoulder, working his way down to her throat. Arms and elbows. Each of her fingers one by one. Breasts, hips, and belly. Thighs and calves. Feet and toes. Still, he wouldn’t kiss her lips, or the place she wanted his kisses the most.
“I think . . .” She panted her breaths when he pushed to his knees and undid the buttons on his shirt. “You might have forgotten something.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” He unfastened his pants and shrugged off his shirt, baring his beautiful chest, the ripple of his abs, and the soft trail of hair leading below. “I was saving the best for last.” He ground his palm over his erection.
“Tease.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Take it all off.”
“You’re not in a position to make demands.” But he didn’t make her wait. Instead he lowered his zipper and pulled out his cock. Thick and hard, he was more than ready for her.
“Do you want this, sweetheart?”
She wasn’t complaining about the term of endearment now. “Very much.”
He gave a casual shrug that belied the evidence of his desire. “Maybe when I’ve finished my search.”
“What else . . .” Her voice trailed off when he lay between her legs, slid off her panties, and placed her feet on his shoulders.
“The best things are found in the most secret places.” He lowered his head. His tongue did the most wicked things that had her arching and twisting on the bed.
“Jay . . .” It was a plea. It was a demand.
“That’s Mr. Dayal to you.” Without warning, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his firm steady strokes making all her nerve endings fire at once. His tongue found her sensitive clit and her inner walls tightened around his fingers. She soared and peaked, her orgasm crashing through her body in a tidal wave of sensation.
Dazed, languid on the bed, she watched him shrug off his trousers and roll on a condom. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“Not yet.” He lifted her legs, spread them wide, opening her for him as he positioned himself between her thighs.
“You’re very good at your job.” Now that her body was sated, she was generous with her praise.
“And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he’s willing to do anything to have her.”
She looked up, caught his gaze. Without his sunglasses or his gear, he wasn’t a security guard. He was Jay. Her Jay, making her feel the truth of his words. She didn’t want to pretend anymore. She wanted this part to be real.
“Kiss me.”
His face softened and he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Dark and dirty, hot and horny, sweet and utterly seductive. Damn, the man could kiss.
“I want you inside me.” She swallowed hard. “I want . . . you.”
“You have me—all of me.” He pushed deep, filling her, stretching her, making her feel every inch of him. His smoldering eyes watched her intently, sending a current of need arrowing straight to her core. When she moaned, he moved his hips in just the right way to hit her most sensitive spot. Pleasure licked through her body and she surged toward the peak.
“Don’t stop.”
“No chance of that.” His gaze didn’t leave hers as he pulled out and thrust again, his hips moving hard and fast, arms braced on either side of her. The world fell away until there was only Jay, his scent, his heat, his muscles tightening and releasing, and his eyes locked on her like she truly was the most beautiful woman in the world. Heart-squeezing tenderness and wild heat.
She came in a roll of pleasure, a soul-deep release as she let herself go. Jay followed her with a quiet shudder that ripped the tension out of his muscular body with a groan.
“Fuck.” He fell forward, his body covering hers, taking his weight on his elbows beside her. Small kisses to her lips made her feel seen and not forgotten.
“We just did.” She looked up to her hands and he released them with one tug.
“Touch me, sweetheart. I want to feel your hands on me.”
She held him close for what seemed like forever, breathing in his scent of sex and sweat and the lingering hint of his cologne. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“You made one of my fantasies come true.”
“Anytime.” He kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheeks and eyelids, branding her with his heat.
“Do you have a fantasy?” She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, loving the feel of his rock-hard muscles beneath her palms.
He reached for his utility belt. “What we just did. But with handcuffs.”
Zara grinned. “This time I’m wearing the uniform.”
* * *
• • •
Hours later, after they’d exhausted every combination of uniforms and handcuffs, they lay together in Zara’s bed, her head on his chest, his warm hand stroking down her back.
“I’m sorry I left the event,” she said quietly, needing to address the unspoken tension between them. “I appreciated what you did, but I didn’t think you would want me hanging around after that.” Her hand fisted on his chest. “You were trying to impress your investors and I was trying to help you, but everything went wrong from the moment I put on that suit. It just wasn’t me and I could see things were going to continue to go downhill after I took off my shoes. I’m no Brittany, and I don’t want to be, but she’s the kind of woman you told me you were looking for when we agreed I would find you a match.”
“That was my decision, not yours.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “And don’t pretend this is about Brittany. You are much too self-assured to put yourself down that way. You know she has nothing on you. The real issue is that you like me too much.”
“Seriously?” Zara pushed herself up. “I like you too much? Is it possible to be more arrogant?”
“I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but you know it’s true.” Jay grinned. “You were going to stab your heel through her throat.”
She pressed her lips together and glared. “I was speaking metaphorically.”