He added a second finger and began to pump them inside her. She stopped breathing, thrashing on the bed before her pussy pulsated around his fingers, and she tipped over the edge in a scream of ecstasy. His ears rang with her cries as he continued to finger and tongue her into completion.
When he brought her down, he curled his fingers to stroke her G-spot and felt it pulsate against his fingertips. Her guttural moan brought a smile to his face.
“Oz…oh my God. That spot you touched just now… I need you inside me to end the torment.”
He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. He surged upward, covered her body with his own and claimed her pussy at the same time he plunged his tongue between her lips.
She curled close to him, thighs locked around his hips and her arms circling his neck. Her perfumed skin and the scent of her arousal—hell, the taste of it—stole his control. He wanted to fuck her slow, but his body had too many other ideas and a hell of a lot of time to make up for.
All those nights he could have been buried inside her tight heat. All those lazy afternoon romps or stolen moments in the shower… he wanted all of those back.
He churned his hips faster and faster. The slap of their bodies blended with their muffled moans as they kissed into an endless stretch of passion. When his orgasm rushed up, he bit back the urge and leaned back to stare into her eyes.
“Come with me,” he growled.
“Oh God, yes!”
Her ready agreement threw him over the edge. His spurts of cum hit her inner walls, triggering her own release. As his heart beat heavily, he realized because of Rose he’d broken a handful of very important rules. He’d slept with his ward. He’d broken the code by leaving behind one of his men.
And his personal torment—he was dangerously close to giving this woman his heart for the second time in his life.
* * * * *
She rested her chin on his muscled pec and stared up at her lover’s face. “You’re my bodyguard?”
“Yes.” He closed his fingers around her nipple. “Haven’t I done a good job of guarding your body so far?”
She flipped on top of him, brazenly rubbing herself over his muscled form. He locked his hands on her ass and held her still, that serious look she knew far too well claiming his face.
“Look, I have to be someplace and you have to come with me.”
She waited for more, but he didn’t continue. “Where are we going?”
He sighed heavily, as if the sound came from some internal war. “There’s a party, and something to pick up.”
“Party?” Surprise widened her eyes. A funeral she expected, but not a party.
“Well, it’s a wedding.”
Even more of a surprise. “Where?”
“Can’t tell you that. But there’s something I must pick up from one of the guests. I’m closest.”
“Oz. Can’t you tell me more about what you do? Where have you been all these years? I’ve looked for your name and—”
His stare cut into her. “You’ve looked for me? Don’t do that.”
Her breath caught at the hard tone of his voice. “Why not? Who do you work for?”
“Myself. And for the people. That’s all you need to know.” Gently, he moved her off him and climbed off the bed.
She wouldn’t let it go. Sitting up, she settled her stare on him in the expectant way she did her boys when she wanted the truth. “You said whatever you told me would ruin my opinion of you. Why?”
He didn’t look at her. “Because I am not a good man when it comes to my job. I lie, cheat and steal to get what I want.”
“Oz.” Her voice came out quiet, and he turned to her. “You do what you have to do. Without your skills, I would have been put on a ship bound for God knows where.” She didn’t add the bit about being lost to her sons forever.
“I do what I must, that’s true. But you shouldn’t get attached to me, Rose.”
Her heart wobbled for a long moment, and she watched him dress in silence.
When he threw her a glance, she saw a soft smile tipped the corner of his mouth. “I don’t suppose you have a party dress with you.”
“No.” How much more of this could she take? She could demand to be taken to the safehouse again and save herself so much heartache. But she didn’t speak up.
He tossed her top at her. “Get dressed. I know where to get you something to wear.”
After they were both dressed, he took her down the elevator. To her disappointment, he didn’t attempt to grab her and make out again. So she watched his reflection in the silvery wall and compared the differences in the determined lines of his jaw to her sons’.
Our sons’.
A shiver ran through her. God, Oz couldn’t be any more appealing. My bodyguard.
She hadn’t forgotten he avoided her questions. And now they were going to a wedding? She couldn’t make sense of this life he led or how she’d become entangled with it. She felt like a stray cat picked up at the side of the road, just along for the ride until he could find a nice family to adopt her.
The elevator stopped, and he took her by the hand. They moved down a hall. He stiffened as they passed a man in chef attire pushing a rolling cart bearing silver domes. The man didn’t look at them, and they continued on.
At the end of the hall, they entered a room. He led her to a door and flicked his wrist. The door locked clicked, and he opened it to reveal a closet stuffed with clothing of all types and sizes.
She turned to him. “Are you freakin’ kidding me? What are you? James Bond or something? How do you have access to all this stuff? Isn’t this just a hotel?”
With a safehouse hidden in its depths. And roof access that would make a convenient getaway.
He chuckled and waved to the contents of the closet. Several sparkly dresses and a bunch of summery floral prints caught her eye. She moved in and began searching for something to wear to a wedding for complete strangers.
She pulled out a gold number and put it back. “Is this a day or night wedding?”
“Evening. Well, the reception’s in the evening. The ceremony is on the beach late in the afternoon.” He pressed his lips together. “They don’t know I’m bringing a guest, but I’ll share my seafood platter.”
She stared at him hard. “What the actual hell do you do, Oz? CIA?”
“No.”
“FBI?”
He laughed. “Those poor bastards would never have access to this kind of life.” He raised a hand to ruffle his fingers through his hair, and then she caught sight of a small mark on his wrist. A scar.
Her mind tracked back and forth over what few clues he’d given her while she selected a simple cut gown in blue that would match her eyes. Slinky enough for evening but suitable for afternoon as well. Still, she couldn’t believe any of this.
She grabbed a few more things and stuffed them into a bag she took out of the closet. “I’m not leaving in only a slinky dress without some backup clothes. Just in case I find myself locked in the back of a van again.”
His eyes blazed. “That will never happen. You’re with me.”
“What is it you’re picking up?” she asked.
He compressed his lips and refused to speak.