DOMINIC (Dragon Security Book 3) (8 page)

My voice softened as I whispered, “If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have thought of you—been fucking cock blocked!—every time in the last two years that a woman gave me that look in a single’s bar, or at the goddamn Starbuck’s…”

“You don’t like coffee.”

I moved my lips along the curve of her jaw. “I hate coffee. But I can’t seem to get away from it. Just like you. I can’t get away from you.”

She moved, found my lips, and slipped her tongue along the edge of my bottom lip. I kissed her roughly, pressing her head hard against the wall, my hand sliding down along her thigh and tugging her leg up over my hip. She moaned against my mouth, pushing away from the wall to kiss me harder. The rush of need that ran through me was almost overwhelming. I needed to be inside of her; I needed to feel her naked body underneath mine. It was as if I hadn’t been with a woman in years, like the frantic moments we’d shared yesterday hadn’t happened at all.

I picked her up and held her ass in my hands, a little surprised by how familiar the weight of her, the shape of her, was to me still. And yet, there was something new and exciting about touching her, too. I pulled and tore at her clothes, using my weight to keep her in place, my hands unable to decide if they wanted to squeeze her tight little ass or slip under her shirt, if they wanted to tug at the clasps holding her bra in place, or press underneath the back of her jeans and search for all those sweet places that held the most intense promises of pleasure.

Her hands were the same, dragging through my hair and then tugging at my shirt. She moved her hips and my cock—
oh, my God
!—I don’t think I’d ever been quite so hard in all my life. I whispered her name against her lips, nibbling at her bottom lip before trying to taste every inch of her lovely throat.

I carried her to the bed, dropping her in the center of the mattress and then tugging at her jeans. She helped, unzipping them as she watched me with a wild fire in her eyes. Watching the heavy denim slide down her legs was the most beautiful sight I’d seen in a very long time. But what was more beautiful was the lace in her pretty panties ripping and disintegrating under my fingers.

I was inside of her before either of us could catch our breath. She cried out, her legs wrapped tight around me, her hips moving roughly against me, setting a pace I had to race to keep up with. She was as desperate as I was for relief, maybe more so. It was rough and it was sexy and it was more than I could have ever imagined. Amy had always been my kryptonite, my destruction. I’d never wanted another woman quite like I wanted her. And this…I would never want another woman like this.

She came in my arms, her body shivering with the pleasure that rushed through her body. I watched, loving the expression on her beautiful face, overwhelmed with the thought that I’d done this, that I could make her lose control this way. It slowed my need, making me want nothing more than to cause that to happen again. I untangled myself from her while she was distracted, removed the last of my clothing, and then gently undressed her. I admired her body for a long moment, my eyes remembering every line, every curve, every little freckle, and the small birthmark on her hip.

I started with her throat, moving slowly over the length of her, kissing and tasting every inch of her. Her nipple in my mouth, the moans slipping from her lips. Then a little taste of her navel, a nip of her inner thigh. Her clit, dancing between my teeth and the tip of my tongue. She writhed against the mattress, her fingers finding my skull from time to time, pushing her harder against the places that really mattered. I kissed her knee, the funny protrusion of her ankle, and tasted her little toe. And then back up the length of her body, loving the curves of her ass, the grace of her back. The super-sensitive skin on the back of her neck.

I would never again experience the height of desire that was burning in me in that moment. I wanted her so desperately, yet I wanted to take my time, to remember this when I was old and unable to pleasure a woman with the same carelessness that I could now. I wanted to always know what this—what true desire—really was.

When I slipped inside of her again, when I set the rhythm, when I took control, I held her hands above her head and stared into her eyes for a long moment, watching the emotions dance as she watched me. We connected in that moment in a way that had been so easy for us years ago, in the early moments of our relationship. I knew then that no matter what happened in the next few days that she never stopped loving me, that her heart had never given up on me. I knew that she was still mine—just like I knew I’d always been hers. From the moment I first set eyes on her, I knew I was gone. I would never feel for anyone else the way I felt for her.

“I missed you,” I whispered, my lips sliding over her jaw, moving up against her ear.

She wrapped her legs around me, meeting my thrusts movement for movement. And when she came this time, I heard the words on her lips.

“I love you.”

And that…that was the perfect moment.

Amy

I woke to an empty bed, shivering from the cool brush of the air conditioning against my skin. I didn’t open my eyes right away, but waited for my mind to catch up with my body. As I became more aware, I heard the soft tap-tap of someone working on a computer. I peeked out from under my lashes, a soft smile blooming at the sight of Dominic, dressed again in the same jeans and t-shirt he’d been wearing last night, sitting at the small table by the window, studying something on the screen of a small laptop.

“Where’d you get that?”

He glanced at me, his eyes lingering a second on the swell of my breasts.

“I snuck out and bought it.”

I sat up, fear suddenly rushing through me. “You went out? What if someone had recognized you?”

“I was careful.” He gestured to a baseball cap sitting on the table behind the computer. “You’d be amazed what a carefully worn hat can do.”

“You should have woken me.”

“You were sleeping too peacefully.”

I got up, wrapping the dislodged sheet around myself, to stand beside him. The screen of the computer was filled with a bunch of data I didn’t understand, numbers that looked like dates and the names of places with strange names.

“Is that from the thumb drive you got at Emily’s?”

“Yeah.”

He slid his hand over my hip and tugged me down onto his lap. I curled up there, kissing his neck lightly before lying my head on his shoulder.

“Have you found anything?”

“Not yet. But there’s a lot of information here. It’s all the research she’d done in the last two years.”

“What’s this?”

“Sightings of the members of the terrorist cell we knew about. She was apparently cross-referencing it with dates from a couple of files I got for her and other research. I think she was trying to identify the hierarchy of the group, the people who were higher up.”

“The people in charge.”

“Something like that.”

“Did she?”

“I think she might have stumbled onto something she wasn’t expecting.”

“What?”

Dominic’s shoulders tightened a little, tension strumming through him like vibrations on a violin string. I kissed his neck again, partly to try to help relax his tension, but partly because I could. I’d not realized how desperately I missed him until last night, until he whispered those words to me. He was my world when we were together. Without him, I was like a ship that had broken free of its anchor. It was a relief to have him back, to have his arms around me. I felt safe in a way that highlighted how lost I’d been without him.

“Do you think you know who killed her?”

“I think it was this guy, Michael Forney. He was a member of the terrorist cell we took down in Paris. They arrested him, but he came from a family with connections to the government. He was able to make a deal that allowed him to walk after just a couple of months. I think he’s been living in the United States ever since.”

“Why would he come after Emily?”

“Someone was tipped off to the fact that she was still looking at the case.”

“Who?”

He shook his head. “Emily was incredibly careful. If anyone was found out, it should have been me. I did some pretty stupid things…”

“Like what?”

“Like knocking out a couple of CIA agents and stealing files from their surveillance van.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No.” He studied my face a second. “When I left the Army, I took a job with this security firm in Houston. About seven months ago, I was helping my boss out with a personal case. There were these two CIA agents watching her in a white van. I broke in, knocked them out, and searched their computer to see if I could figure out what they were up to. While I was doing that, I found some information that I recognized from the Paris case.”

“You stole it.”

“I made a copy and sent it to Emily. She was still working through it when she died. At least, I thought she was.”

“What was the information?”

He shook his head, his eyes moving back to the computer screen. “Things like this, dates and times, names. Paperwork that named CIA agents who were working the case. Information on people we had yet to identify. Information that was invaluable to what Emily was trying to do.”

“What was she doing?”

“Finishing what we started.”

“And that was?”

Dominic was quiet for a second, his eyes moving slowly over my face. I thought for a second he wasn’t going to explain it to me, but then he sort of nodded, like he’d just been having an argument with himself.

“While we were in Afghanistan, Emily stumbled over information that there was an ISIS group in Paris that was planning an attack on national monuments. She gave the information to her handlers, and they decided that she would be the best agent to follow up because she had the contacts in Afghanistan who could follow up with the information and because she was the same age as the people in Paris who formed this group. I was chosen to go with her because of how well we’d worked together before. I wasn’t there for intelligence gathering, but rather to be something of a bodyguard for her. A cover. She was the one who was supposed to do all the heavy lifting, so to say.

“When we got to Paris, we set up this whole backstory, working out way into this group of college kids who were already identified by Emily’s source in Afghanistan. We hung out with them, slowly gaining their trust and learning more and more about their organization. We were there about a month, learning more and more every day. These kids—they weren’t the brightest. It was pretty obvious by how careless they were with information that they were the very bottom rung of a much taller ladder. Emily was convinced that we’d just scratched the surface.

“When you came along and her cover was blown, Emily’s handlers arrested the kids we were dealing with and those they gave up under interrogation. Her handlers called it good. But Emily had picked up on a few things that led her to believe that not only was this just the beginning of something huge, but that there might be a CIA agent working both sides.”

“She thought there was a traitor?”

“Yeah. And she thought that might have been the motivation behind reassigning her to Washington. That’s part of the reason she resigned.”

“Do you think she discovered the name?”

“I don’t know. She has so many notes on here…it’s going to take a while to get through it all.”

I kissed his neck. “You’ll find it.”

He ran his hand slowly down the length of my back. “We might need to go to Houston.”

“Why?”

“I think this might be connected to something my boss has been working on for the last seven months.”

“The personal case?”

“Her brother…he was investigating some software his company held the patent on that was being sold without a license. He was killed in a car accident that Megan now thinks was not an accident.”

“You think that’s connected?”

“Two men who were key to her investigation were arrested on suspicion of terrorism in connection with the attacks in Paris at the end of the year.”

“Seems like too much of a coincidence.”

“Yeah.”

He seemed bothered by something. I ran my hand slowly over his neck, rubbing his shoulder lightly. He reached around me and clicked the mouse on the computer, moving to another page of the notes Emily had kept. I laid my head on his shoulder and tried to read what was on the screen, but I was just a high school English teacher. I didn’t really understand what I was looking at.

After a while, he pushed the computer away and buried his face against my neck.

“I say we take a break and have some breakfast. I don’t think either of us has had a decent meal in days.”

“I think that’s a brilliant idea.”

He lifted me up and carried me into the bathroom, sitting me on the edge of the sink while he turned on the shower.

“Are you joining me?”

“Of course.”

He leaned into me, kissing me with that same explosively possessiveness that he’d always touched me with. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting the sheet fall away. His hands were immediately on my skin, his palms pressed against my nipples in a deliciously lovely bit of friction. Despite the length of time we’d spent tangled in each other’s arms last night, I felt like I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him again and again, this little piece of me afraid that he would disappear from my life, and I would never experience this ever again.

He extracted himself long enough to undress, a show that was quite delicious all on its own, and then he lifted me into his arms and stepped into the shower. We kissed under the stream of water, the warm water just background to the dance we were performing. He slid inside of me as easy as if he was always meant to be there, as if his absence was unusual. As though our bodies were always meant to be connected.

Two halves of a whole.

We dressed in silence, both of us lost in thought. I sat on the edge of the bed to slide on my shoes, my eyes moving to the phone sitting on the nightstand.

“I need to call my parents. Let them know I’m okay.”

“Not from here. It’d be too easy to trace.”

“Then where?”

“We’ll borrow a phone somewhere, away from here.”

“Okay.”

He was lost in thought over breakfast, his mind clearly elsewhere. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, but I was afraid to ask. I’d never been afraid to ask him anything before, but I didn’t know what he had back in Houston. I didn’t know whom he might have back in Houston. And I didn’t want to know.

There was a young couple in the booth behind us at the restaurant. When we were just about finished, Dominic leaned over the back of his bench and smiled at the pretty young woman.

“Do you suppose we could borrow your cellphone? It’s a local call.”

The girl took one look at Dominic and handed it over. Disappointment was almost palpable when she watched him hand it over to me.

I dialed my parents’ number quickly and pressed the phone to my ear, my finger pressed against my other ear so that I could hear over the din of the busy diner.

“Mom?” I sighed when I heard her voice on the other end of the line. “It’s Amy. I want you to know I’m okay.”

“Amy? Where are you?”

“I’m safe. Dominic is taking care of me.”

“You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you?”

“No, Momma. He’s protecting me.”

“From what?”

I glanced up at Dominic just as he reached across and took the phone back. He disconnected the call, smiling politely at the girl it belonged to as he handed it back. Then he tossed a couple of bills on the table and took my arm, leading the way out.

“Why did you do that? I wanted to talk to my dad, too!”

“They can trace a call, even a cell call. I didn’t want the cops descending on the diner before we could get out.”

“Aren’t you being a little paranoid?”

“It’s all over the news, Ames. They say I kidnapped you at gunpoint.”

“I could explain it to my parents. Make them understand.”

“That wouldn’t help. It’s beyond your father calling me a kidnapper.”

He pushed me into the car and ran around to the other side, pulling out of the parking lot in an obvious hurry. He sped across town in the direction of the airport, both hands gripping the steering wheel almost in a strangle hold.

“What now?”

He didn’t answer. We were pulling into the motel parking lot, but it became clear that he’d seen something, something that made him reach under the seat and grab the gun that always seemed to be just within his reach.

“Stay here,” he demanded, as he threw the car into park and jumped out.

The door to our room was open. Dominic cautiously approached, the gun down at his side, just out of sight of whoever might be in the room. I leaned forward and watched as he ducked inside. I bit my lip, wondering if I should run for help or follow him inside. How could I just sit here, some weak damsel in distress, while he put his life at risk? I slipped out of the car, my eyes darting all around, taking in the dark SUV parked in the space we’d been parked in all night, the family coming out of the room three doors down. My heart was pounding, as I slowly approached the open door of our room, scared of what I’d find when I walked inside.

Dominic was standing by the table, staring at the computer, the gun still dangling from his hand.

“What?”

He looked up, his eyes narrowing.

“I told you to stay in the car.”

“And I chose not to listen.”

“Amy…”

I moved up behind him and read the words on the open word processing page.

Back off or a warrant for kidnapping and murder will be the least of your problems.

A chill ran down the length of my back.

“Grab your stuff,” Dominic said. “We’re out of here.”