Wanted by a Dangerous Man Page 4

  “Why did you bother coming back?”

  “Work—”

  “Fuck you.”

  “I only travel for work,” he growled. “When I say that it wasn’t easy for me to arrange getting back here, you can be sure that it’s an understatement. I said I was sorry. I promised to make it up to you, but I can’t do that if you won’t talk to me.”

  “Do you have any idea how I felt? Like I’d been used. I…” My jaw trembled, more from emotion than cold. I refused to let him see me cry, so I clenched my teeth and dug my fingernails into my palms.

  “I am so very sorry. I wanted to text, to call, but it wasn’t possible where I was. Not without endangering you.”

  “Yet you got your car.”

  “So you would prefer if I sent an assassin to deliver my notes?” He tilted my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “No,” he said quietly. “Better if no one knows about you.”

  “Isn’t that convenient,” I spat. “You’re a bad man and a public menace, and you deserve to be hauled into jail, which is why I’m going to—”

  He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. His lips demanded that I open to him. Just a moment, I promised myself. Just to see if I imagined our chemistry. Never mind that his mere touch made my pussy dampen and tingle.

  His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, the softness of his kiss at odds with the dominating way he held me immobile. He kissed me like he was sampling a fine wine, first gently, then full of ravenous knowledge.

  I moaned. His left hand gripped the back of my neck. I wanted him, had to have him. Vaguely, the awareness that someone was waiting for me crossed my mind, but I didn’t care. I rubbed my palm against the bulge in Corbin’s pants.

  “Careful,” he warned. “I’m not above taking you right here.”

  I stared right into his gorgeous blue-green eyes. “After what you put me through, it’s the least you can do.”

  He had been dipping toward my mouth, but he interrupted his progress to search my eyes. I returned his stare, unblinking. He wouldn’t be my first alley fuck. What could I say? He’d known I wasn’t a virgin when we met, and though I’d never specified exactly how interesting my life was, he probably suspected.

  He unzipped my jeans and yanked them down so that my ass and upper thighs were exposed. His eyes lit with hunger, and he slowly rolled down my panties, drawing out the moment, teasing us both.

  I shivered in the cold air.

  “Audrey.” He kissed me again and thrust a finger deep into my wet core, heating me right up. I couldn’t open my legs because the jeans were too tight, and he hadn’t pulled them down far enough, probably by design.

  “I didn’t tell anyone about you,” I said between little gasps. Corbin needed to know where things stood. “I should have. Not your house, or your car—”

  “I know.” Each time his finger drove into me again, he made sure to slide over my excited clit. If a man wanted to get me off, it was the surest, fastest way. I let my head rest on the brick wall behind me, then arched my upper body, tensing my hips and buttocks.

  Without altering the rhythm of his hand, Corbin undid the buttons of his jeans and pulled himself out. His cock was even bigger and thicker than I remembered. It strained upward, the thick veins that traveled along his length standing in stark relief under his otherwise smooth skin. His erection throbbed in time with his pulse.

  “Condom in my pocket.” The rasping of his deep whisper made me tremble.

  I reached into his coat and felt the cold metal of a gun. I recoiled, but there was no apology in his eyes. “Other pocket.”

  I found it, ripped it open and dropped the wrapper on the filthy ground. It took me half a second to cover his long, thick erection. Through my haze of desperate excitement, I was impressed that the condom didn’t slingshot across the alley; I was so close to coming that I’d lost almost all fine motor control.

  Corbin gripped the base of his cock. “Turn around.”

  I obeyed, placing my palms flat on the wall’s cold and scratchy brick surface. “Wait. How did you find me?”

  “The announcement playing in the background. It’s dinnertime, and you were planning on meeting someone, so I knew you’d be in one of the restaurants.” He smacked my ass. “Tilt your hips, baby.”

  I pressed into the wall and arched my back. Corbin resumed finger-fucking me.

  One moment his finger was in me, the next moment my pussy was stuffed achingly full of male hardness. His fingertips teased around my clit. I had to bite down on my arm to stop from crying out. With my legs forced together, Corbin’s penetration was almost too intense.

  He shoved in deep until his legs rubbed against the backs of my thighs. One of his hands pressed over mine on the wall, and warmth flooded me again. It wasn’t just sex, either. I loved feeling surrounded by him, like everything would be ok, somehow. He stilled, his breath warm on my neck. He kissed and nibbled, a low, satisfied male noise rumbling from his throat.

  “Stop messing around and fuck me,” I panted.

  “Maybe,” he said with a little laugh, echoing our first night together. He began moving in a torturous, leisurely rhythm. His finger slowed on my nub, tormenting me. I rasped my fingertips over the freezing brick, wanting to have something to grab onto, to send my frustration into.

  “Please,” I moaned, my breath coming out in a white cloud. “Corbin, please. I’m so horny. Please. Please.”

  “I’ll take care of you, Audrey,” he promised, his quiet, husky voice pouring straight into my soul.

  “But I’m… dying,” I gasped. It wasn’t much of an exaggeration. These six weeks were my longest stretch without sex since I was nineteen, and I was ready to explode. As if that weren’t bad enough, Corbin knew how to keep a woman teetering on the edge of orgasm, though I didn’t see why he had to use his evil arts on me.

  His only answer was to continue those slow thrusts. Each one pushed me forward, and while the arm that allowed him to tease my clit provided a little support, my life would have been much easier if he’d grabbed onto my hips. I wanted him to fuck me like he had when we were snowed in. I wanted… him to dominate me. I wanted it rough.

  I began moving, meeting his thrusts, snapping my hips and forcing the bulbous head of his driving cock to massage my G-spot. If he didn’t want to make me come, I’d do it myself.

  His quiet laugh turned into a growl. “Are you trying to make me come, Audrey? Because if you keep that up, I will.”

  “Maybe—” My voice melted into a whimper as his finger grazed my slickly swollen nub. I slammed into him, trying to knock him off balance and force him to stop messing around.

  “I warned you.” He rubbed in a tight circle right where I needed, and the resulting orgasm almost dropped me to the ground. The ecstasy went on and on, powerful contractions sweeping through my entire body, making me jerk, my legs fighting the control of the jeans.

  Panting, I stopped moving, exhausted and happy. Corbin’s thick erection throbbed inside me.

  He grasped my hips and squeezed. The signal was undeniable: you are mine. You will submit. I remembered. My body remembered too, my pussy now sopping wet.

  His grip tightened even more, and I wiggled, testing how much leeway I had. The answer was none. I couldn’t move an inch.

  “This what you wanted?” He shifted back, then he was drilling into me, hammering fast. My toes curled up in my boots, and I tried to dance away from him, to soften the assault. I dragged my fingertips against the rough wall, my mouth opening and closing soundlessly, my eyes shuttered against the outside world.

  He slowed for three strokes, then pushed deeper. I could feel the swell of him inside me. So big and hard. So determined to have his way. Why my body turned him on like this, I didn’t know, but I was damned grateful.

  He grunted, loud enough for it to echo off the alley’s narrow walls. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, but it didn’t make a difference because Corbin was holding me steady. I squeez
ed my muscles around him, hoping to send him over the edge; I needed to get back before Henry came looking.

  “I know what you’re doing,” Corbin whispered. One of his hands released my hip, but before I could straighten, he had smacked my ass. He smacked it again. It stung, the cold air giving his punishment that much more of a bite.

  I sagged, yielding.

  “You’ll go when I’m done with you and not a second more.”

  “What will I tell Henry?”

  “That I fucked you senseless behind the restaurant.”

  “I’m not senseless.”

  “Do you really want to push me?”

  I did. I’d enjoyed taunting him before. I had never considered myself sexually submissive before Corbin, and I wasn’t sure I would be with anyone else. He had out-smarted and out-fucked me, and I had loved challenging him, pushing him, trying to see if I could win.

  He’d won then, but that didn’t mean he’d win again. Before, he’d caught me off-guard.

  His hand reached under my layers of clothing, and his fingers tightened around my nipple. I pulled my shoulders back, letting my breast fill into his hand. He cupped me, then began moving faster.

  “I love the way you fuck me,” I moaned in my most seductive voice.

  “Beg for my come.”

  “Please let me have your come, oh wonderful sex master. Pump my cunt full.” And I meant every word.

  “I’m looking forward to the day when I tie you up on the bed and fuck you without a condom. I can’t wait to see my come dripping out of your sweet little pussy.” Arousal thickened his voice.

  Fuck me without a condom? There were so many things wrong with that statement… but there were so many things right, too. “Never,” I gasped.

  “I love a challenge, but banging you without a condom isn’t one. Now shut up and get fucked.”

  The words made me even wetter. He regained that insanely fast rhythm, and my retort died on my lips. Corbin was like a human vibrator. I came around his cock, then came again. And again.

  He slammed into me, his fingers loosened, and when I moved forward, he caught under my bent hips and slammed again, hard. There was a bounce to the way he fucked me. It was like invisible springs were pushing me back onto him, and my breath came in choking gasps.

  He pressed closer, and I straightened up, flattening against the wall. His dick was long enough that he easily remained inside of me. He continued forward until I was crushed between him and the side of the building. I put an arm up to protect my face.

  “It will be over soon,” he murmured. “Another ten or fifteen minutes. Or twenty.”

  “That’s too long!”

  “Sorry, baby, I can’t help that I’ve got a big dick.” He laughed, grabbed harder, fucked me deeper, and I decided after the next orgasm, I would make him stop before Henry dispatched a search team…

  He suddenly thrust deep and shuddered, and I felt him jerking inside of me. It set me off, too, and I clenched around his girth, my pussy sucking everything he had to give.

  We stayed entangled, our bodies swaying slightly. I didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want this moment to end. Gently, he pulled out of me. I looked down and saw a saddle-like pattern of cream on my upper thighs.

  “Don’t suppose you have a tissue.”

  “No.” He frowned. “Hold on…” He pulled an individually wrapped towelette out of a pocket and handed it to me.

  I frowned at the packet. “West Africa Airways?”

  His face froze. “Pretend you didn’t see that.”

  “You were in Africa? Doing what?”

  He took the wipe from me, opened it and handed me the moist towelette inside. I cleaned up quickly and fixed my clothes, then pinned Corbin with a lethal stare. “If I had handcuffs, you’d be under arrest.”

  “If I had handcuffs on me, I would have fucked you another half hour. Or longer.” He didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by my comment. “Come this way,” he said, walking past the restaurant’s fire exit. “Tell your boyfriend that you went outside for fresh air and got locked out.”

  I studied the span of his shoulders. The man had a body of the gods, and I wanted more. I hurried after him. “I’m serious, Corbin.”

  He nodded and turned, fire dancing in his eyes. “I understand. But even before you admitted it, I knew you didn’t tell anyone about the house, so I’m not too worried.”

  “How did you know I didn’t?” I asked, getting miffed. “You have informants? Dirty cops?”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Where are you going?” I crossed my arms. “So you needed someplace to stick your—”

  He smothered my complaint with a heart-stopping kiss, and when he pulled away, I realized that I’d soaked through my panties.

  “Have a little business to attend to,” he murmured. He held my face and dipped to kiss me again. “I missed you,” he said quietly.

  “Does business mean kill someone?” I asked between his kisses.

  “No. I mean business.” He took my hand—and oh, it felt nice to hold hands with him—and pulled me toward the alley’s entrance. He stopped before we reached the street, captured my face between his large hands, and kissed me so deeply that I was ready to beg for another round. But it was a goodbye kiss.

  Then he walked away before I had a chance to ask exactly where and how we were going to meet. Because the last time he’d said he’d see me soon, he had disappeared for a month and a half.

  With a sigh, I wrapped my arms around myself and went into the restaurant.

  Henry was anxiously watching the hallway. He stood, frowning, when I approached. “Where were you?”

  I had a hard time making eye contact as I fed him the story Corbin had suggested. “Used the bathroom, decided to duck out for a little fresh air, and got locked outside. I banged on the door, then had to brave the alley.”

  “You were gone for half an hour.”

  Thanks a lot, Corbin. “Twenty minutes.” I tried to keep the memory of Corbin fucking me from showing on my face. Already I missed him, craved more. Needed time with him. Days. Weeks. To be holed up together where he could fuck me raw. My pussy fluttered.

  Henry tapped his calculator watch. “Twenty-nine minutes and forty-two seconds.”

  “Sorry. Next time I nearly asphyxiate, I’ll handle it better.”

  Guilt crossed his face. “I’m sorry. But you’re ok now?”

  I nodded, feeling guilty myself. Being defensive wasn’t fair to Henry. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

  The waiter set a doggy bag of food in the middle of the table along with the check. Henry and I both reached for it at once. It was strangely parallel to how we’d met, both reaching for the door the night we apprehended Jones.

  “I can’t let you pay,” I insisted. It was bad enough that I’d slipped away to fuck someone else.

  “You get the next one.”

  Nice try. “I’ll get this one. You’re still going out of town—”

  “Yes. Though the reasons have changed,” he said, imbuing the sentence with mystery, practically begging me to ask why.

  “And I’ve got a bunch of work coming up. Could be weeks before I have time to hang out again.”

  He slapped a credit card onto the bill and handed it to a passing waiter, then smirked at me. “Next time,” he insisted.

  I fumbled in my pocket and came out with cash. I dropped some on the table. “Tip.”

  “Fine. Any interesting jobs?”

  “The usual. My dad is cutting back a bit, so Rob and I need to step up.”

  He nodded, signed the receipt the waiter had brought back, and stood. “Too bad. Have a good lead on one of those most wanted types you’re obsessed with.”

  My tongue got thick and heavy. “You do? Which one?”

  “Can’t tell you that.”

  Lovely. We threaded our way through the other diners while I tried to figure out how to pry the information out of him. I knew it was unlikely to be C
orbin, but I couldn’t help but worry. “What’s the tip at least? In general terms.”

  Henry squinted one eye. “Guess I can do that. He got back in the country earlier today, and I know where he’s heading.” Henry laughed. “You look shocked, but believe me when I say it’s a good lead.”

  The room spun, but I needed to keep Henry talking. “Is that why you’ll be out of town?”

  He nodded.

  “You can’t tell me where you’re going?”

  “Look at your eyes all feverish with excitement. Tell you what. When I catch this scumbag loser, we’ll celebrate with a really nice dinner. We’ll order the most expensive champagne, and lobster stuffed with little lobsters.”

  Yech. I would have rather died than eat a smelly lobster, and I focused on that instead of letting my mind digest what Henry was telling me. He had to be going after Corbin. The odds that someone else on the list had also flown into the country that day were surely about zilch, and I knew that Corbin had caught his interest in the past.

  “We’ll do that,” I said automatically. A crazy thought popped into my head: grab Henry, ram my tongue down his throat, and pledge to sleep with him but only if he didn’t endanger himself by chasing violent criminals. But as much as Henry seemed to like me, he probably liked the idea of catching Corbin a whole lot more.

  We stood in front of the restaurant. I wasn’t sure what to say or do.

  “Thanks for coming out,” Henry said. He moved in, a little too close, and I squirmed back, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. His lips tightened, then relaxed. “See you in a week.”

  “A week? Where are you going?”

  He waggled a finger and made an irritating chiding sound. “Nice try.”

  I wished him a good night and hurried to my car, my mind in a haze. If anyone was going to get Corbin’s bounty, it should be me. But I didn’t want him in jail.

  I got home and immediately checked the phone in the drawer. Two texts.

  I’m back. Missed you.

  And

  Sleep well, lover.

  He’d sent the second text only fifteen minutes ago.

  I texted back: Be careful. We have to talk tomorrow. Please don’t cancel.