Dangerous Secrets (5 page)

She took a few deep breaths, then opened her bedroom door. Adam was stretched out on her couch wearing lounge pants and a T-shirt. He still hadn’t noticed her presence so she cleared her throat. “Where did you get clothes?”

Pushing up, he moved over so she could sit next to him. “I always have a small bag packed in my truck.” With a heated look, his eyes roved over her body with blatant appreciation, giving her a boost of confidence.

Before she could blink, the look was gone and the unreadable expression was back in place. She inwardly sighed. “Want a drink?” When he shook his head, she took a seat on the other end of the couch. Feeling inexplicably nervous, she tucked one foot beneath her and decided to forge ahead. “Listen, about what happened today—”

“Izzy, that kiss was a mistake.”

“Why, because you’re leaving?”
Please let that be the only reason.

He rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s complicated.”

“Do you have a wife or girlfriend back in Savannah?” If so, she’d kick him out right now.

“No.” His green eyes widened, but his one-word answer convinced her.

She scooted down the couch and was relieved when he didn’t put distance between them. Their knees touched and she could swear she felt an electric shock between them.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I can’t…Damn it Izzy, it wouldn’t work out between us.”

Okay, there was one other thing she hadn’t thought of until right then. It didn’t seem possible, but she had to ask. “Are you gay?”

“No!”

If he was single and he wasn’t gay, then there was no problem. Still, she wouldn’t beg him. She sat there for an extended moment, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

The heated look in his eyes said he wanted to strip her and take her right on the floor. And he had to know she’d gladly let him. But he didn’t make a move. He simply sat there like a mannequin.

Finally he spoke. “I can’t start anything with you, Izzy.”

She bit back a sigh and stood. “Goodnight then. Thanks for staying over. I really appreciate it.” She’d already brought out a pillow and blanket, but she said, “If you need an extra blanket, there’s one in the hall closet.”

He didn’t try to stop her when she walked away, and despite her resolve to stay strong, she brushed away a few errant tears as she shut her bedroom door behind her. She knew she was being stupid, but couldn’t stop the hollowness that settled in her stomach.

Adam fell back against the couch and shoved a pillow over his face. The hurt and confused look on Izzy’s face made him wish the earth would split open and swallow him whole. He never should have kissed her. He’d made a deal with her father to look out for her and attempt to convince her to move home,
not
sleep with her. Not to mention he’d sworn to himself long ago he’d never get involved with another wealthy woman.

When he’d been young and stupid he’d fallen for a rich girl and gotten burned.
Bad.
She’d all but admitted she’d been using him to get back at her father for not letting her go to her college of choice. At eighteen he’d thought he loved her, thought they had a future. He’d been with a few girls before her but everything about her had been perfect, classy. She’d laughed in his face when he’d asked if she’d write to him in boot camp. Everything he thought he’d known about where their relationship was headed had died in that moment. She’d made it perfectly clear that girls like her didn’t end up with boys like him. He shuddered as he remembered her words. Brutal but true. Yet she’d still wanted to fool around until he left. He’d actually felt dirty then when she’d told him that.

Still, Izzy wasn’t Amanda and he wasn’t eighteen anymore. While he might not have a future with her, he owed her a better explanation. Standing, he tossed the pillow to the floor. She didn’t deserve the way he’d treated her.

He knocked once on her door. A few seconds later, her door swung open. Her peaked nipples were visible through the satiny material of her skimpy top. A top he guessed she’d worn to drive him crazy. Not that it mattered. Anything she wore was guaranteed to do that. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look at her face.

Her dark eyes were wide and seemingly fathomless. A man could drown in those eyes. And he knew he would if he took the next step.
Apologize and walk away,
he ordered himself.

He opened his mouth to offer some sort of lame excuse, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing.

Again.

Alarm bells sounded in his head, but when she hoisted up and wrapped her legs around his waist, he knew there would be no turning back. The action was so smooth, so natural, as their bodies meshed together.

The thin material of her shorts and his pants was the only thing separating him from being inside her. She ground her hips against his in an erotic dance as her hands came up around his neck, pulling him tighter against her. As if that were even possible.

Their bodies pressed together so tightly, he could feel the beat of her heart. Or maybe that was his own.

Grabbing her ass, he shifted her body and took the few steps into her room until they collided with her bed. As she tugged at the hem of his shirt, he lifted hers off in an uncontrolled jerk. When her breasts were bared, the air rushed from his lungs.

For the first time in years, he felt unsure of himself. Somehow he forced himself to move slowly as he pulled her skimpy shorts off. Her legs were a mile long and silky smooth.

He let his hands linger against her skin until he reached her ankles, then feet. He’d never thought of feet as particularly sexy but as his gaze settled on her painted pink toenails, he grasped her ankle then kissed the inside arch of her foot.

“Ah.” She let out a tiny moan.

When he glanced at her, his throat seized. The black wispy thing she wore as panties couldn’t even be called that. A slash of material barely covered her mound and he could see straight through to the dark thatch of hair.

He wanted to kiss her there but his cock was so hard he could barely think straight. Everything about Izzy was perfect and the last thing he wanted to do was screw this up. There were a million reasons he shouldn’t be doing this, but one very good one why he should.

Next he tugged the thin straps of her panties and pulled them down. He discovered they were G-string. No surprise. He didn’t know why she’d even bothered wearing anything.

Holding onto her ankles, he placed a kiss on her inner calf, then one on her knee and finally he kissed and licked her inner thigh. He wanted to tease her as long as possible. Though it was becoming increasingly harder when his own body was demanding release.

He shifted his body and nestled between her legs.

“Did you forget something?” she murmured as she wiggled her hips.

“Patience.” It was the only word he could manage.

If he’d started licking her pussy, he wouldn’t have been able to stop and he wanted to touch the rest of her first. He had no idea what their future held and he planned to do everything right the first time.

It was hard to believe she was naked and beneath him and wanting him as much as he wanted her. He finally got to see what he’d been fantasizing about for weeks. The reality was so much better than the fantasy.

He ran his hands over her smooth, ivory skin, and shuddered. He continued down her ribcage and full hips.

His gaze zeroed in on her breasts and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. In all his fantasies, he’d had to wonder about those nipples. Her light pink buds hardened under his caresses until simply touching with his hands wasn’t enough. He captured one of the rosy buds between his teeth and tugged. Her back arched as he raked his teeth over the other one. Lifting his head back, he lightly blew on them, earning him another gasp from her.

“Adam,” she moaned and locked her ankles behind his back in a vise-like grip, urging him on. But he wasn’t ready. Not by a long shot.

He sat up and gently tugged on her legs. “Not yet, darlin’.”

Mercifully, she loosened her hold on him and he scooted even lower. Grasping her hips, he continued licking and laving her breasts before trailing kisses down her lean stomach. She inhaled sharply when he kissed the sensitive skin above her mound.

He couldn’t imagine not tasting this woman—his woman—before taking her. Silently she widened her knees and shifted her hips.

He paused and glanced up, loving to see her like this. All for him. Izzy fisted the sheet underneath her. Keeping his eyes on her face, he traced a finger down her slit but didn’t penetrate.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured.

At his words, her eyes opened a fraction. There was no denying the desire on her face. “What are you going to do about it?”

Without pause, he pushed his finger into her.

When he did, her back arched again and her tight pussy clenched around him. Maybe he should warm her up, but he added another finger and pushed deep inside her. She hissed out something indistinct, but if the blissful expression on her face was any indication, she enjoyed it.

Without giving her much of a chance to get used to the intrusion, he flicked his tongue over her clit. It already peeked through her pussy lips, pulsing and swollen and begging to be kissed.

Over and over, he teased the pink nub while he moved his fingers in and out of her. He pulled all the way out, dragging his fingers against her inner wall, then pushed back in, burying his fingers knuckle deep. More than anything he wished it was cock.

Her inner walls clenched around him with increasing momentum. The faster he moved his fingers, the louder she panted.

“I’m so close.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her vagina contracted wildly around his fingers.

Her climax hit fast and hard. Her legs trembled around his face and her cream rushed over his fingers but he didn’t stop teasing her with his tongue. When she dug her fingers into his hair and cried out, a satisfaction he’d never experienced before surged through him.

Slowly he withdrew his fingers then tasted them. Salty and sweet. Her eyes widened as she watched him and those perfect lips of hers parted slightly.

The only thing between them now was his pants. And that was about to change.

“Condom?” It was the only word he could manage to get out. He’d brought a few, but they were in his discarded jeans out in the living room.

“Top drawer.” Her voice was scratchy and hoarse.

He reached over and opened the drawer. To his undying relief, the box was new. Quickly he shimmied out of his pants then ripped open the packet and sheathed himself. Later—and there would be a later—he’d let her do it for him, but if she rubbed her hands over his cock right now, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.

He moved so that he was cushioned between her long legs.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered, afraid to break the moment.

A wide grin split across her face, revealing a perfect row of white teeth. “Oh yeah.”

When he had her answer, he pushed into her. Her body accepted him but she was so tight, he knew it wouldn’t take him long. She clutched at his shoulders and locked her legs behind his back as she began moving her hips. Her frenetic movements mirrored his own.

He palmed and tweaked her nipples as their bodies danced together. When her fingers dug into his back, he knew she was close to coming again. Or maybe it was a continuation of her first climax. It was impossible to tell.

Her inner walls were already contracting around him in rapid succession. It wouldn’t take much to give her another release.

He reached between their bodies and rubbed his thumb over her clit. And that was all it took. The brief contact sent her flying over the edge. Her entire body tensed and her legs tightened as she hit her climax.

Adam had never had a problem with stamina. It wasn’t something he prided himself on. It was just the way he was. When Izzy finally let go, just as quickly, he came too. It hit him like an unexpected tidal wave. The orgasm ripped through him with uncontrolled pleasure. He fisted the sheets underneath them instead of fisting her hips because he didn’t want to bruise her skin.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally collapsed on top of her.

When a few moments passed, she chuckled and shoved at his chest. “You’re squishing me.”

“Damn.” He fought to catch his breath and rolled over.

“You can say that again.” Propping up on one elbow, Izzy turned to face him with satisfaction written all over her face.

Damn, damn, damn.
He couldn’t believe they’d just had sex. No, made love. What they’d just shared was more than sex. And since when had he started thinking of sex in those terms?

Despite the heat flowing through him, a dose of apprehension found its way to the forefront of his brain. After tonight, if she ever found out the real reason he was in Coconut Bay, she’d never forgive him. So he planned to make damn sure that never happened.

Izzy snuggled closer to him and seconds later, her steady breathing was the only sound penetrating the quiet room. In her sleep she threw a leg over his lower body. Normally he needed a few minutes to regroup, but his cock—which had been at half mast—was already growing again. He groaned and shifted against the tangled sheets. If she didn’t wake up soon, he was in for a long, painful night.

Bright headlights suddenly appeared in his rearview mirror. The vehicle started gaining on him. He tightened his hands around the steering wheel of the truck he’d stolen. He’d been so careful about taking the girls, about wearing gloves, about everything. He checked the speed limit. Not speeding.

Slowly, he reached over with his right hand and clasped his revolver. He preferred to use a knife on his victims but he always carried backup. As he slid the weapon into his lap, the other vehicle sped up and zoomed around him.

He pushed out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. No one knew who he was. He was still safe. Still smarter than everyone.

When he neared his destination, he grinned to himself. Leaving this bitch’s body at this particular park was perfect. It was less than half a mile from the police station. He’d checked out the park earlier and there were no video cameras on the east side. Still, he pulled his ball cap low as he put the truck in park.