Taken With The Enemy (15 page)
When I looked to the top, I noticed that the crowd hadn't left yet. “Why are they still watching? We haven't been doing anything but talking for a while now."
"Yeah, they're watching with binoculars and at least three of them can read lips. I'm sure their passing on our discussion to the others."
I suddenly felt like a star in a reality show. “Ugh, don't they know what privacy is?"
My captor laughed. “In our profession?” He shook his head. “No such thing."
Suddenly, the audience started dispersing. I was impressed with the talent of some of my keepers, including the one walking with me who seemed able to read minds. “How can you live like that?"
"Well, there's privacy here, but only what we give as courtesy to each other. Like how we didn't install sound equipment in your flat or cameras in your room.” Then he added, “After what you accomplished today, maybe we should."
I glanced up at him, a rude retort rising to my lips, but I swallowed it when I realized he was joking.
"You were just about to curse me out again, weren't you?” he said, his voice light with humor.
I sighed. “Yes. Cursing is one of the bad habits I picked up from the military. With all the words available in the English language, you'd think I could find something less vulgar to say than ‘fuck you'. But it just rolls off my tongue so easily."
"I think it's cute when you say it."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah,” he assured me. “It's just one of your many quirks that I find very appealing."
"Are you serious?"
"I am."
"Okay, you. What are the other ‘many quirks’ of mine that you find so ‘appealing'?” I asked skeptically.
"I love how expressive your eyes are. Even if you say nothing, I can read your heart and soul in those gorgeous, sparkling depths."
My face burned hotter.
Stopping, he turned to me. “I love the way I can make you blush with something as simple as a compliment,” he continued. “Your cheeks turn a beautiful shade of rose pink."
Shaking my head at his poetic romanticism, I tried to keep from smiling, a combined reaction of joy and nervous embarrassment. He had the most profound effect of my body.
He drew me into his embrace. “I love the way you moan when you're dreaming of me."
He did not just say that!
"And I love the way your mouth hangs open when I say something that shocks you,” he whispered, bringing his lips a hairsbreadth from mine. “It makes me want to kiss you that much more."
My eyes fluttered shut.
I felt him withdraw, gently tugging me along to resume our journey. “I also love, despite your denial and my empty accusations, how much you really do trust me. I don't want to ruin that by breaking my promise to you again."
Though I knew I should be flattered by his show of honor and chivalry, I wasn't. I regarded him with a tinge of annoyance.
Maybe I want to you to kiss me!
"Did you want to say something, Brenna?"
Shit!
“No."
"I love how you try to hide your desires, which leads me back to how expressive your eyes are. If you want me to kiss you, just ask."
"I can't be that blunt—and I'm not saying that because I want you to kiss me."
"Hm. Are you not the same woman who asked me if I was in love with her the other day?” When I didn't respond to that truth, he cocked his head. “I think you can be very candid when you want to be. Until you say otherwise, I want to keep my promise."
Tease.
I almost asked, but held back. I was a lady after all.
We walked in silence for a while. The barren land was awash with dark gold, the setting sun sinking below the horizon, and the cloudless sky, shaded lavender, carried a warm desert breeze and the scent of sandalwood.
"Should we try for dinner?” I offered. “I can cook this time."
"As much as I would love to take you up on that offer, I still have to attend to some things. Would you be willing to do a midnight desert?"
That erotic dream popped into my head again. “Sure. What should I make?"
"No worries, I'll take care of it. When we get you back, rest for a while, and I'll wake you up when everything is ready."
I shot up in my bed, with my breathing labored and a moan in my lips. Covering my eyes, I pressed firmly, trying to remove the last remnants of sleep. My pussy tingled in wanting.
"I can't take these dreams anymore."
It had been too long since I'd had sex, and my poor deprived body just couldn't handle the torture.
Glancing over at the clock, I saw it was quarter to midnight.
Fuck.
I had to get cleaned up before he came.
Jumping out of bed, I undressed as I ran to the bathroom for my third shower of the day.
Unfortunately, the cold two minute shower did little to ease my body's raging desire.
Rushing to finish getting ready, all I had left to do was moisturize and put on clothes. Unraveling my towel, I sat on the bed and squeezed a generous amount of lotion into my palm. Closing my eyes, I began rubbing the cold cream into my shoulders and arms, relishing in the way it glided across my heated skin and the feel of my fingers caressing my body.
My nipples hardened and my core quivered. Why was I teasing myself?
When I started rubbing my legs down, I thought I just might unravel. Succumbing to my body's demands for attention, I wiped my hands off on my towel and lay back on the bed, letting my fingers linger on the plump sensitive lips in-between my inner thighs.
I probed further, gently massaging my swollen clit, but it wasn't enough to satisfy my cravings. My body was used to more stimulation. What I would give for one of my toys right now. I needed to come so bad.
Tap, tap, tap.
I jumped up, embarrassed all to hell. “Ah ... damn, hold on, I'm coming."
Oh, God. If only...
"Are you okay? You sound agitated."
My hands shaking from nervousness and sexual frustration, I picked up my undergarments, fighting to get them arranged so I could slip them on properly. It was an unsuccessful attempt. I was too excited, too jittery, and too damn anxious to even complete the simplest of tasks.
"Brenna?"
In a huff, I threw the garments down and scolded myself for being such an idiot.
"Do you want me to come back later?” he asked.
Looking at the door, I was about to say ‘yes', but didn't.
Why make him leave? Why not let him stay?
"No,” I rushed. “Stay right where you are."
I dreamt of him, I enjoyed being with him in my dreams, so why not make my dreams a reality? Now that I knew he wasn't my enemy, there was nothing holding me back except my own sexual inhibitions. I'd never had a one night stand before, but there was a first time for everything.
For just one night, why couldn't I be the sexually confident woman that I was when I was alone with my vibrators and my over-active imagination?
"Brenna?"
"Don't move.” I ordered.
I could do this. He wanted me. And we were both adults. And he said all I had to do was ask and I'd pretty much get anything I wanted if it was in his means. Why not ask him to help a gal out?
No, no, no ...
my lady-like sensibilities pleaded.
Yes, yes, yes ...
urged my inner vixen.
What was the worse that would happen? He'd say no?
Inner vixen scoffed ...
Please. He's a man. That ain't gonna happen...
He's different from other men. And he's your captor ...
lady-like sensibility countered.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing? Are you okay? Do you want me to come in?"
Inner vixen bitch slapped lady-like sensibility and took over.
I flung open the door, presenting myself in all my naked glory. “I was, um, masturbating. It's very healthy, you know. Good for the body. Relieves stress and all that,” I explained in a breathless rush.
Okay, maybe I was a little more nervous than I anticipated.
When he didn't say anything, I added, ‘I'd know. I'm a doctor."
"Ah, I, ah...” He pointed behind him. “Uh, dessert is ... in there."
"Okay.”
Just ask him!
“Um ... Would you like to fuck me first?"
His jaw dropped open, but no words came out.
"You said to ask for what I desired, so I am,” I hastened to clarify. “I'm being candid just like you wanted. You said you thought it was cute when I said the word ‘fuck'. So I'm asking you to fuck me. Do you want to or not?"
He grinned. “Well, since you've asked so nicely—"
Grabbing the front of his shirt, I yanked him in, closed the door, then slammed him against it, pressing my body into his as I did so.
His lips suddenly captured mine with fierce intensity. Caught up in the animalistic passion, I clawed at his neck, simultaneously lifting on my tippy-toes while jerking him down, increasing the pressure and deepening the kiss. We stumbled backwards. His hands cupped my ass and hauled me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him.
He fell on top of me as we collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing the course material of his pants into my swollen nether lips and causing the fabric of his shirt to rub against my nipples. I moaned as my body spiraled into sexual overdrive.
As his lips roamed across my neck and shoulders, I worked at pulling his shirt off. With the thin barrier removed and tossed away, he descended lower, showering attention on my sensitized breasts. When his tongue swirled around the hard bud, my pussy clenched, demanding to be filled.
My thighs tightened around his waist and I hissed my frustration, raking my nails across his back.
He lifted me up again and swung me around. We collided into the vanity. Objects crashed together and rolled around. He swept the surface clean as he deposited me on the top, his mouth never once breaking away from his onslaught of my body.
"Are you wet for me?” he growled, his fingers delving into my pussy.
"Oh, God! Yes!” I cried, arching myself into his hand.
He seized my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers plunged in and out of my slick hole. His thumb pressed on my clit, and I growled in frustration, my body quivering with the need for release.
"Please,” I begged as I unfastened his pants and pushed the material down. “Please don't make me wait any longer."
He pulled me close and wrapped my calves around his center. In one swift, blurring move, I was lifted and moved back to the bed, and his hard cock was sliding into me.
He rode me hard, rough, forcefully—and I loved every minute of it. I was panting, then moaning, then screaming as I succumbed to powerful waves of pleasure. He was relentless, forcing me to come over and over again until I was sapped of all strength, too weak to do more than drown in consuming ecstasy.
His thrusts increased, coaxing one last mind-blowing climax from my body, leaving us both hot, spent, and gasping for air.
"That was amazing,” I whispered once I had the breath to do so.
He rolled us over so that I was now on top of him. “No, it's you who's amazing."
I smiled and laid my head on his chest, snuggling into the smell of passion and sandalwood. “I'm sorry I was so loud. Sometimes I get so into ... I hope I don't get you into trouble."
"No, I don't get in trouble. And no, please do not apologize, especially for that."
"I probably woke the others up."
He chuckled. “I don't care. They deserve it."
I lifted my head. “Why?"
"For all the shit they've been giving me when it comes to you."
"Like what?"
"They keep telling me that since you've arrived, I've been wandering around here like a love-sick puppy."
I broke into laughter. “Have you?"
He rolled us back over and kissed me soundly. “That, my dear, you'll find out when you hold up your end of the deal.” He rose from the bed and headed toward the door.
"Wait.” I sat up. “Where you going?"
"Don't you want dessert?"
"Don't you want to put some clothes on first?"
"Why?"
"Um ... cameras?"
"There's only one guy on camera duty. He'll live."
My cheeks grew hot.
"Are you embarrassed?” he asked in awe.
"I-I ... no."
"You are."
"Yes, I mean, no—everyone obviously knows what we were doing. I'm just...” I took a deep breath, knowing that I was turning redder by the second. “You go ahead. I'll get dressed and meet you out there."
"You're so beautiful when you blush,” he said softly, as if relating a thought to himself.
I giggled. “I seem to blush a lot around you."
"I think you misunderstand my intentions. I'm going to get dessert and bring it back in here. Unless, you're too tired."
Oh!
“No, no. I'm okay."
"Don't you dare get dressed while I'm gone."
I nodded. “I won't"
He came back a few moments later with silverware and a plate of Baklava.
Sitting next to me on the edge of the bed, he broke off a piece of pastry and put it to my lips. “Try this."
Opening my mouth, I let place the bite size morsel onto my tongue. It was scrumptious. Swallowing the honey and pistachio layered phyllo, I moaned in appreciation.
He licked the sticky sweetness off his fingers. “You like it?"
"Very much. Is this another example of your culinary skills?"
"Yes,” he said, feeding me another bite.
"How do you get all the ingredients for the wonderful meals you prepare? There's not a grocery store around here for miles."
"The same as you do when deployed to a remote location in the military. Some things are airdropped, other times we have to make a food run, mostly whoever leaves next gets a wish list of sorts and they try to bring the items back when they return."
"But how can that be? My refrigerator has been stocked every week with fresh items."
He fed me more. “This place is like a revolving door. We're coming and going all the time."
"Seriously? You all are that active? Everything seems so quiet. I've never even heard a plane fly over or footsteps in the corridor. And I think the most people I've seen here at once was the small group on the roof."