Do You Trust Me? (18 page)

Rina actually found
herself smiling. “I’ll pass that along. And thanks for being such a trouper.”

“We’re still a go on
the second, right?”

“No problem there,”
Rina assured her.

“Better take your
friend Laurel’s caffeine away from her. She’s higher than a kite about this. You’d
think
she
was the celebrity.”

Tired of defending
her friend, Rina just let it ride. She replaced the receiver and looked up to
find McCall in the doorway.

“Shar okay with
everything?” His face and voice wore their familiar blankness.

“Yes, believe it or
not. But she did say if I got hurt she’d kill you.”

One corner of McCall’s
mouth almost lifted in a ghost of a smile. “I have no doubt about that.”

“But the Alamo is still on,” she reminded him.

“Rina,” he began.

She shook her head. “Forget
it. This is an argument you won’t win. Just do whatever you have to in order to
make it work.”

He studied her
carefully. “You look a little better than you did.”

“I wish I could say I
felt better.” She hugged herself. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m scared,
McCall. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Now this thing with your
other agent.”

“Sully will get it
all under control. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry? I could
be dead tomorrow, and you tell me not to worry?”

“But not enough to
cancel your big shindig.”

“No.” she shook her
head. “Besides, I thought I was the bait. They seem to be taking it. Maybe the
event on the second is when they’ll make they’re move and you can nab them. If
it’s the president they’re after, what better place to make their move?”

“That’s what worries
me.” He took her hand and ran his thumb over the knuckles. “But rest assured, no
one’s going to kill you on my watch, Rina. You can count on that.”

“Good.” She swallowed
the sudden lump in her throat. “I’m depending on you.”

“We’ll get through
this. And we’ll find out what happened to John.”

All the glue holding
her together suddenly disappeared, everything crashed in on her and she simply imploded.
The tears she’d been swallowing for two days burst forth, cascading down her
cheeks. She hugged herself as she shook with silent sobs.

McCall groaned, then
stretched himself out beside her. Rina pressed herself against his body,
seeking the comfort and warmth she found there. His arms wrapped around her,
and he held her to his chest, letting her cry.

She’d been so sure
she was holding it together since John’s call and the wild trip to Tampa. That she’d get through it all just fine. But the stress of the past three days was
crashing down on her, battering her emotions. This thing with McCall was
driving her nuts, and the mention of John’s name seemed like the last straw.

At last, she lifted
her head, wiped her face on her sleeve and gave him a watery smile.

“Sorry,” she sniffed.
“I’m not usually such a fountain.”

He stroked her hair
with that always-unexpected gentleness. “We all do it one time or another.”

Just when she thought
she had him pegged as an unemotional hardass, he did something that knocked her
off her feet. Like now. “But not you, right? Not McCall, the stoic. The tough
guy.”

Kissing her forehead,
he eased her away from him and rose from the bed with catlike grace. He closed
and locked the door before lying down on the bed again and pulling her back into
his embrace.

“Rina, I’ve tried to
be honest with you from the beginning. There are so many things I can’t tell
you. I’m not the person you think I am. I can’t give you what you want, what
you deserve. All I’ll do is make you miserable.”

She lifted her face,
still wet with tears. “Don’t you think that’s for me to decide? I’m not a child.
I can take chances with life. You haven’t made me miserable so far.”

His laugh held no
humor. “That’s a crock and you know it. Just because we’re good in bed doesn’t
mean we could have anything else. And it isn’t just the job.”

She frowned up at him.
“What is it you’re not telling me? If it isn’t the job, then it’s more than
just this case. Isn’t it? I know it is. It has to be.”

“Please don’t push
me.” A muscle twitched in his cheek. “Don’t ask me any questions.”

Please don’t let that
mean he’s the mole. The traitor. Surely my body would know. Wouldn’t it?

She pressed her
breasts into his chest and kneaded his hard-muscled back with her hands,
drawing his heat into her emotionally-chilled body. He tilted her head and
brought his lips down on hers in a kiss that began as a soft caress but turned
into a fierce possession. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tangling
with her eager one, sweeping the dark recesses. His head shifted to give him a
better angle as his kiss ravaged her mouth.

I have no resistance
where he’s concerned
.

She let herself fall
into the erotic storm possessing her body as his hand drifted along the
slender, silken column of her throat, over her shoulder and down to her breasts.
They felt swollen and hot, just from the teasing caress. The hard pad of his
thumb abraded her nipples, first one then the other, before his fingers grasped
each one and taunted them into hard points.

“Do you remember how
the clamps felt?” he asked, his voice heavy with desire. “Those gorgeous
nipples were so swollen I thought they’d pop right in my mouth, like ripe
berries.”

Rina’s pussy clenched
and arousal flooded from her, wetting her thighs and filling the room with her
scent. As if a strong wind had blown through the room, a storm of violent
emotions seemed to overtake them. The familiar dark, erotic passion blazed
between them.

His tongue traced the
line of her ear. “I didn’t mean for this to happen tonight,” he muttered. “Not
with everything that happened today. But you set my blood on fire, and all my
cock wants to do is plunge itself inside you.”

The coolness of the
air whispered softly against her heated skin as he yanked her shirt off with
one swift tug of his hands. In the next second, her sweat pants and panties
disappeared. Pleasure spiked through her just from the hunger in his eyes.

He groaned as he moved
away from her to strip off his clothes and toss them to the floor. He was fully
aroused, his erection jutting hard and thick before him, one tiny drop of
glistening moisture already gathered at the tip of the broad purple head. Ropy
veins pulsed beneath the skin.

Her mouth watered as
she remembered his taste and the thickness of his cock in her mouth.

Take me,
she wanted to
scream.
Use me. Make me forget everything but this, here and now.

Then he was over her,
spreading her legs, using his mouth on her to tease her to a fever pitch. He
spread her swollen labia, opening her wide, his thumb rasping against her
inflamed clit. Shivers of excitement danced over her skin as his tongue lapped
against the sensitized flesh of her pussy, invading her, drinking her copious
fluids.

She reached for his
head, wanting to run her fingers through that thick, silky hair.

“No,” he growled.

Manacling her wrists
with his fingers, his tongue plundered her hot, wet sheath. He used it like a
sensual weapon, delving, plunging, swirling, tasting. Every nerve in her body
was firing like a rocket, driving her to the edge of some steep precipice.

He was merciless,
licking her hot flesh, lapping up the cream that flowed from her. When she
lifted her hips to the torment of his mouth, he rearranged his hold on her
hands so both were locked in one of his. His free thumb slid downward into the
crevice of her buttocks. In the next second, he was teasing the sensitive
pucker of her anus. His touch lit fires on the surface of the ultra-sensitive
skin and electricity spiked through her.

He lifted his head to
look at her. “We forgot the plug last night, but tonight it goes back in.”

Yes, anything.
Whatever you want. I’ll do it.

As she clawed her way
to her orgasm, he withdrew his tongue and hands and flipped her over.

“Nooo,” she cried.

“Who’s in charge
here?” he asked, his voce raspy.

“Y-you are.”

“Any objections?”

“N-no. Just please,
please-”

“Let you come? You’ll
come when I say so. Remember that.” But the hard edge of his dominance was
softened by the light kisses he scattered across the cheeks of her ass. And she
realized she
wanted
him to have that control. To force her to hang onto
her release until he gave permission.

Because he knows my
pleasure will be that much more intense.

Each step they took
together was another revelation to her.

She closed her eyes,
hunching to rub her inflamed clit against the fabric of the sheet. McCall moved
and then the mattress dipped as he knelt and separated her thighs. So swiftly
she barely realized he was doing it, he raised her to her knees and used his
leg to widen her thighs.

“Jesus,” he breathed.
“What a gorgeous ass.”

In the next second,
she felt the familiar sting of his slap, the flat of his hand on her flesh.
Then another and another. Her breathing hitched, and she was sure her body was
on fire.

“More?” he asked in a
guttural voice.

“Yes,” she hissed and
thrust her buttocks at him.

The spanking resumed,
an irregular rhythm that didn’t allow her to anticipate when and where the next
slap would land. When he smacked the swollen lips of her cunt, she jerked at
the intensity of the sensation and new fresh moisture washed from her.

“You like that, don’t
you, daredevil. That sting on the pouty lips of your cunt.” Two fingers probed
her slit. “Oh, yes. You’re soaked. You don’t just like it, you love it.” His
laugh was deep and sensual. “Who’d have thought little Rina would be into such
things. See what you do to me?” He rubbed his cock against the cleft of her
ass, bumping the head against her anus.

“Oh!” The exclamation
popped from her mouth, and she hunched back against him.

“You’d love my cock
in there, wouldn’t you? But not tonight. Tonight the plug goes back in, because
tomorrow night, if circumstances don’t fuck it up, I’m going to make use of
your great four poster bed here, tie up your ankles and wrists, then spank and
fuck that ass until you come so many times you’ll lose count.”

His words painted
such dark, erotic images that Rina felt her climax building again and her pussy
weeping with need. Then she felt the cool gel from the other night, McCall’s
fingers pushing inside her rectum and spreading it liberally. She was so hot
she thought for sure she could take his entire hand.

Then the head of the plug
pushed against her. Tonight, he didn’t take his time, simply banded his arm
around her waist, pull her up tight to him, and pushed steadily until the plug
was seated.

That was all it took.
Her pussy convulsed, and unconsciously, she reached between her legs to find
her clit.

“That’s it,” he
whispered roughly. “Fuck yourself. Tug on that hot little button. Do it, Rina.”

His other hand held
the pillow up for her to bite on as spasms rocketed through her. Her thighs
clenched as she tried to squeeze them together, but McCall relentlessly kept
them wide apart.

When her next orgasm
began to gather, tightening her body, fluttering the walls of her vagina, she
wasn’t above begging.

“Please,” she implored
him. “Please, McCall. Now.” She hovered again on the edge of release while he
grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it over his hot erection.

“Take your clit
again,” he whispered. “Drag your fingernail over it.”

As she did so, he entered
her in one hard, slick thrust, burying himself to the hilt, his balls slapping
against her with the force of his movement. This was lust, pure and simple. No
tenderness, no caring, just two people driving toward orgasm, and she’d never
been so aroused in her life.

It didn’t take long
for either of them. For Rina, her third orgasm nearly wrecked her. For McCall,
it seemed as if he’d been holding it in, just waiting to feel his cock inside
her.

She came in an
explosion of senses, wave after wave of convulsions gripping her body until she
thought her muscles would shred and her bones snap. As the last spasm washed
over her, she felt him thrust one last time. He let out a rough cry and
exploded into the latex reservoir.

At last, he slumped
against her, his head buried in the crook of her shoulder, his body heaving as
his lungs reached for air.

Rina was limp beneath
him, struggling for her own breath, her heart thundering so loudly it echoed in
her ears. At last, he lifted away from her, leaving her feeling battered and
bruised, as if she’d survived a terrible storm. He left her only long enough to
dispose of the condom. Then he was back, stretched out on his side. He cradled
her in his arms, his breath still rough and uneven.