Sworn to Protect (10 page)

If they decided to push with White’s parole officer to check on him, they’d have to have a good reason and right now they had nothing solid. It was the waiting around for something to happen that had Quinn going nuts. Especially since White was unaccounted for. But Lizzy had done her magic and hadn’t been able to find any recent credit card use or any travel records. That didn’t mean anything other than White hadn’t taken a commercial flight anywhere and was probably just using cash. So the fucker could be anywhere.

Keeping his weapon holstered, he checked to make sure it was room service before opening the door. As he was ushering in the server pushing a rolling cart, the massage therapist made her way out of Athena’s room. Making casual small talk, he tipped both the therapist and server before seeing them to the door and securing it.

He knocked on Athena’s door lightly and when she opened it a moment later wearing one of the thick white hotel robes loosely belted around her waist, he swallowed hard. Her hair was down and tousled and her eyes had a sated gleam to them. She looked relaxed and sexy and all he could think about was seducing her right there.

Wordlessly she took a small step toward him, that glint in her gaze flashing with lust. He wasn’t sure if she was even aware of the tiny movement, but he wasn’t backing down unless she told him to. He was already rock hard with wanting her. Hell, he seemed to stay in that perpetual state whenever he thought about her.

Tired of waiting, he closed the short distance between them. She stepped forward as he did, her intentions clear. Sliding his hand through her dark hair, he crushed his mouth over hers. She moaned as she arched into him, not even pausing in her reaction.

Hell yes.

Greedy for more, he fisted her hips and hoisted her up against him. Without pause she wrapped her legs around him, her robe easily splitting open.

His heart thundered in his chest as he grasped the back of her head. Her tongue danced against his in a fervent rhythm. It had been like this before with them, the need to taste her, to touch her, so overwhelming he felt practically possessed by it. The only difference this time was that he wasn’t backing down or walking away.

He didn’t move them far, just backed her up against the open door. It thumped slightly against the wall under their weight. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her short nails digging into him as she held on tight. He wished there wasn’t a barrier between them, that he could feel those fingernails on his skin, that he could see and taste all of her.

His hand actually shook as he reached under the lapel of her robe, wanting to feel more of her. The second his hand cupped her full breast, she let out a little whimper and bit his bottom lip.

The unexpected sting of her teeth had him rolling his hips against her. His cock was heavy between his legs, pulsing with need and desperate to be inside Athena. He wanted to be her first… Her only. That thought sent a sudden jolt through him, but he accepted it. Nothing else to do. Athena had him all twisted up in knots and he wasn’t going to fucking analyze it.

He lightly pinched her already hard nipple. She shuddered.

“More,” she demanded, her voice ragged.

He slid her robe off her shoulders and she tensed as it pooled around her waist. Pulling back just a fraction so he could look down at her, he needed to see that she wanted this. Hell, he needed to hear the words.

“You want to stop?”

“No.” Her answer was immediate, but he could sense hesitation there. Just a flicker of it in her blue eyes.

Not exactly surprising. Maybe it was the thought of being completely naked in front of him. He didn’t know, he’d never been with a virgin before. And they’d never had a conversation outlining how much fucking experience she actually had. The farthest they’d gone was him taking her top off and caressing her over her bra. “Tell me if and when you want to stop.” God, he wanted inside her though.

She nodded, her eyes a little wide, her chest rising and falling faster than normal. Okay, she was nervous, he could see it. So he left the robe pooled slightly around her waist, held up by the belt so that just her breasts were revealed.

They were perfection.
Compliment her
, his brain shouted at him. “I’ve been fantasizing about kissing these for two long months,” he murmured. Pale brown nipples tipped pert, full breasts.

She let out a little gasp at his words, but he didn’t give her a chance to respond. There was no need to and he was too damn greedy for the taste of her now anyway. Groaning, he dipped his head, sucking one bud into his mouth.

He heard more than saw her head fall back against the door. She arched up, pushing herself farther into his mouth. While he flicked his tongue over the bud, he cupped her other breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb in slow, lazy circles.

She squirmed against the door, her legs tightening around him in a harder grip. Continuing to flick his tongue over her in teasing strokes, he reached between their bodies, sliding the robe out of the way to cup her mound. He’d expected to have to push material out of the way but she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe.

He felt the softest bit of hair on her mound as he slid a finger along her slit. Wet. So fucking wet.

Sucking in a breath, he drew his head back. “This for me?” The question was practically a growl. He knew the answer but wanted to hear it, was desperate to.

Her cheeks tinged pink but she gave him a small smile. “Yes. I thought about you while I was getting my massage too.”

For a long moment his brain seemed to stutter before jerking back to life. “You wanted
my
hands on you instead?”

A quick nod, her breathing growing even harsher. The rise and fall of her chest was erratic now.

His throat tightened as he thought about her stretched out on the massage table, thought about smoothing his hands up and down her entire body, over her sweet curves, between her legs. He curled a finger inside her damp heat at that thought and her eyes went heavy-lidded again.

He loved seeing that expression on her, so relaxed and sensual. He shouldn’t be surprised by how tight she was, but damn. Slowly, he moved his finger deeper, savoring the feel of her clenching around him.

His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his pants but that was too damn bad for him. They wouldn’t be doing everything he wanted tonight because it was too soon for her. He was going to learn more about her body, what she liked. Because he was going to feel her coming against his fingers or mouth tonight. Maybe both.

Keeping his hand right where it was, cupping her, he set her feet on the floor and knelt in front of her.

Her eyes widened slightly until he took his free hand and slid it up her ankle and calf in a caress. Her skin was smooth but he felt the goosebumps as he moved higher. That hint of nervousness was there again, but there was a heavy measure of trust in her eyes. One he wasn’t going to betray.

He’d fucked up once, but if she trusted him with her body, he’d never betray that. Without much encouragement, she lifted her leg, seeming to know exactly what he wanted her to do. She propped her heel on his shoulder, opening herself up to him in the sexiest way. Part of him wondered if she’d ever done this before, if even this would be her first time too.

The scent of the tropical oils the masseuse must have used combined with Athena’s sweet scent. It was damn near overwhelming. Just like everything else about her.

He looked up, seeing the mix of hunger and hesitancy in her expression. Soon, all she’d feel was pleasure. He’d make sure of it. Inhaling that sweet scent, he leaned forward and covered her clit with his mouth, lightly sucking on the nub without any buildup.

“Quinn,” she gasped out, her hips rolling against his face.

He moaned, loving the sound of his name on her lips, especially under these circumstances. He hoped she felt the vibration of his moan, that it combined with the strokes of his tongue. If the way she was moving her hips against him was any indication, he’d hit a good rhythm.

Sliding his finger deeper inside her, his cock jerked as she tightened around his digit. The thought of thrusting inside her, filling her with more than a finger had all the muscles in his body pulling taut. He imagined how tight she’d be, the sounds she’d make—

“Quinn, oh hell, I’m coming.” Athena’s words were rasped out, the rolling of her hips growing faster and more unsteady against his face.

Yes.

He pushed his finger deeper into that slickness. She bucked against him again. He sucked on her clit with more pressure than he’d used so far.

Her inner walls clenched convulsively around his finger as she found her release, her orgasm seeming to go on forever as she let out gasping little moans and gripped his head with her fingers. As if she thought he might stop what he was doing or maybe just to support herself.

Eventually her climax ebbed, but he felt the little flutters of her pussy around his finger. And felt like a fucking caveman, all proud he’d made her climax. He didn’t know if he was the first man to have pleasured her like this and a couple months ago he might have said he didn’t care. But fuck that, he hoped he was. He planned on giving her a lot more orgasms. Next time he wanted to see her face though, wanted to see those blue eyes as pleasure pulsed through her. Wanted to see her expression as he pushed inside her.

Her fingers loosened their death grip on his head and she sagged against the door as he pulled back. Though he hated to, he withdrew his finger and stood. His heart beat was an erratic rhythm in his chest.

Her smile was slow, her expression completely satisfied as she looked at him. No regret there. Then to his surprise, she reached for his belt, tugging the buckle free as she kept her eyes pinned to his.

Unsure exactly what she planned, he placed his palms on the door on either side of her head and let her have her way. If he touched her now he was likely to hoist her up against the door and strip the rest of her robe completely off. But he didn’t think that’s what she wanted.

Slowly, she tugged his zipper down, then broke her gaze from his as she shoved his pants just a bit down his hips. He was dying with the need to feel her hand around him. Another grin teased her lips. “Boxer briefs. I’ve wondered,” she murmured, hooking her fingers under the elastic and moving them down to join his pants.

His cock sprung free, heavy and thick. Before he had time to contemplate anything, she gripped him and stroked upward. Once, twice, and he groaned at the feel of her smooth fingers wrapped around him.

“Tighter.” He watched her face, saw her lips quirk up a fraction as she did just that. But she wasn’t looking into his eyes, she was watching herself stroke him, as if mesmerized.

It was fucking hot.

Her grip was harder now, faster, and he was so close he should probably try to hold off. But he didn’t want to. When she cupped his balls, which were pulled tight, with her other hand and tugged gently, he gave up any sense of control.

Letting go, he crushed his mouth to hers as his climax slammed into him. She let out a yelp of surprise, his kiss taking her off guard. But she didn’t stop stroking.

A growl erupted from him as he emptied himself over her hands and his stomach until what seemed like an eternity later, his brain cleared somewhat.

Breathing hard, he pulled back to see Athena’s face. The hint of a Cheshire cat smile was in place, her eyes dancing with too many emotions for him to sift through. He didn’t think she had any, but… “Regrets?”

Shaking her head, she nudged his stomach with her hand. “No, but we need a shower.”

Laughing, he nodded. He was still stunned that she’d stroked him to climax, but glad there didn’t seem to be any barriers between them anymore. “Agreed. We’ll take it together.” Without giving her a chance to protest, not that he thought she would, he tugged the belt on her robe completely free and let it fall to the ground. It had been mostly off by now, hanging low on her hips, but to see her standing completely bare in front of him did something ridiculously primal to him. He wanted to claim Athena, wanted to let pretty much every man with a pulse know that she was taken.

Chapter 8

Athena curled up against Quinn’s chest, pleased that he’d wanted to sleep in the same bed. She wasn’t exactly sure what they were, if anything, relationship-wise, but she was glad he hadn’t showered then headed back for his room. Not that she’d really thought he would.

The massage and orgasm had left her feeling almost lethargic. Add in the steaming shower with the beyond-sexy man stretched out on her bed and yeah, she was feeling good. He’d washed her hair and body in the shower, which had been a new, sensual experience. Even better than her massage because it had been Quinn’s hands on her.

He was completely naked but she’d tossed a T-shirt on. She wasn’t used to sleeping naked and still felt a little out of her depth with him regardless of what they’d just shared.

His finger traced up and down her spine almost idly. His heart rate was too fast, as was his breathing. And she could see the bulge beneath the covers. Though her knowledge was limited, he had a very impressive cock. Next time she wanted to taste him, but now wasn’t the time. Of course she didn’t think he’d stop her if she started going down on him, but this quiet holding was really nice and she wasn’t ready to give it up.