Nauti Intentions (9 page)

She excused the reaction. In the two months she had lived there, she had rarely had anyone knock on her apartment door.

Standing, she moved to the door and looked out the privacy peephole to see him standing there. As if it would be anyone else. Opening the door, she

stood aside as he walked in, a duffel on one shoulder, a hard, long, narrow case in the other.

Looking into the parking lot, she frowned when she didn’t see his truck.

“Where did you park?â€

“I didn’t.†He moved through the apartment to the short hal , and directly to the spare bedroom, as Janey closed and locked the door.

“What do you mean you didn’t? Did you walk?†she questioned as she fol owed him.

“Zeke picked me up at the marina and drove me in. He’l pick me up in the morning when he goes back on shift. It would be best if no one

knew I was here with you.â€

Janey froze in the hal as he spoke from the bedroom. She was surprised at the hard surge of hurt and betrayal that struck her at his words. Of course it

would be better if no one knew he was here. He was considered one of Somerset’s favorite sons. He was in the Special Forces, part of the

investigation that destroyed the homegrown terrorist group Dayle Mackay had been a part of. It just wouldn’t do for people to know he was living with

a traitor’s daughter, would it?

She turned and moved back into the living room, to her place on the couch. She wished that damned cat would show back up. She would have had

something to distract her from the sudden pain building inside her chest.

She punched the numbers into the adding machine for the next bil , wishing she could throw the damned thing at the wal instead.

It was best that people didn’t know he was staying there? Oh yeah, she could definitely understand that. Why hadn’t she thought about that?

She should have. When she was trying to put al those big, tough males in their places this morning, she should have considered more than her own pride.

She should have considered Alex’s reputation.

“Clean sheets?†Alex stood in the doorway now, his tone cool, the typical remote Alex tone.

“Closet in the hal ,†she told him, her voice low, just as cool. She knew the robot tone, too.

She hadn’t made up a bed for him. Somehow. She frowned. Had she actual y considered that he would try to talk his way into her bed again? The

aberration that was last night flitted through her head. His touch, his kiss, the hunger she had felt blazing within him. Obviously, he had reconsidered that

moment of insane lust. She should have done the same. She should have never canceled her girls’ night out. She should have left him here doing his

damned job and gone out and had fun.

She pushed the adding machine back on the coffee table and tossed the bil s back in their pile before rising to her feet and pacing the living room. If it

wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be here. She could have been in the restaurant doing her job properly or out having fun. She hated vegetating in this

apartment as she had done in the apartment in California.

If she had known how worried he was about anyone knowing he was here, she would have done just that. Instead, she moved into the kitchen, pul ed

open the refrigerator door, and pul ed her wine out.

One glass. That was al she al owed herself a day. Wel , sometimes a glass and a half. Tonight, just one glass. She poured the pale liquid before

shoving the cork back in the bottle and returning it to the refrigerator.

So much for changing the sheets on her bed. That was wasted effort.

She moved back to the couch and looked at the clock. Hel . It was barely six thirty in the evening. She had at least another eight hours before she went

to bed herself.

“Are we having dinner?†he asked as he moved into the kitchen.

“If you’re fixing it.†She lifted her glass and sipped as she stared at the curtained window across from her. “Or ordering it. Whichever you

want to do.â€

She sure as hel wasn’t ordering it for him. And she bet her ass he wasn’t going to order anything. That would require actual y letting someone

know he was there.

He didn’t say another word.

“Whatever.†She rose to her feet and moved to the phone. “Burgers or pizza?â€

His expression was stoic, dark. He watched her, like she’d seen Fat Cat watch a mouse once. Pondering. Considering. Was it real y worth his

time?

“How ’bout both?â€

She nodded and picked up the phone. She ordered enough food for her brother and her cousins to share. She’d done that before. They’d just

assume Natches and the others were going to be there tonight.

There. His nice, pristine reputation was stil intact. And she felt as though something had shattered inside her.

“Janey.†He caught her arm as she moved past him, pul ing her to a stop. “What’s wrong?â€

“What would be wrong?†She blinked back at him with false innocence. “My big, bad-assed brother and cousins decided I needed a

watchdog, and I was stupid enough to agree to let you stay. Hel , I thought you’d at least protest.â€

“Why would I do that?†he asked quietly. “I don’t want to see you hurt. Those letters are serious, Janey. Someone wants to hurt you.â€

“Someone wants to hurt my feelings and run me out of town,†she argued, fighting to keep her tone placid. “You’re the one that ran to

Natches and the others like a damned spy.â€

“So I’m the one being punished?†He stroked her arm as he released her, running the backs of his fingers down it, and nothing more.

He stepped back. As though he remembered he shouldn’t touch her.

“Yeah. Something like that.†She moved away from him.

She made it as far as the couch.

“How long did they give you for the food?†he asked.

“Forty minutes.†She shrugged, sliding back into her seat and reaching for her wine.

“Enough time.â€

Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice. He was stalking toward the couch. He’d shed his jacket; the dark T-shirt stretched across powerful

shoulders and biceps. His jeans were snug, clearly revealing the erection she had refused to check for earlier.

“For what?†Her voice was weak, breathless.

She was a fool. She should put her foot down right now, let him know she wasn’t going to be a toy for him any more than she would be for anyone

else.

But then he knelt in front of her. Slowly, his hands cupped over her knees and drew her thighs apart, wide enough for him to slide between them.

“Don’t do this.†Her hands moved to his shoulders, but she wasn’t pushing him away.

What he did to her should be il egal. He made her weak, made her unwil ing to fight.

“I don’t think I can help it, Janey.†He slid his hands up her thighs, the heat of his palms burning her through the cotton pants she wore. “I

didn’t sleep worth shit last night.â€

That made two of them. But this wasn’t going to help either of them sleep at night, and it sure as hel wasn’t going to help her keep her heart

shielded against him.

“You were too busy plotting to sleep,†she accused him. “You didn’t have to tel Natches about those letters.â€

“Yeah, I did.†His gray eyes were darker, his lashes surrounding them like a heavy shadow. “I won’t let you be hurt.â€

Janey pressed back into the couch cushions behind her. She could smel him, and she needed to escape the dark, heated scent.

“Take your shirt off for me, Janey,†he whispered. “Let me see you. Just a little bit.â€

Her nipples peaked harder than they were before.

She licked her lips, her breathing becoming rougher, harder, as his gaze latched on to that action.

“I dare you,†he chal enged her. “Come on, Janey. Tease me. I give you permission.â€

“Tease you?†she repeated. “I have a feeling it would be like a lamb teasing a wolf, Alex. We’ve already established the fact that you can

make me respond.â€

“Make you respond?†His thumbs rotated inside her thighs. “Do I force you to respond, Janey?â€

“Don’t play word games with me,†she protested, hating this response to him, hating herself for being so weak.

His lips quirked. She loved his lips when he did that. The wide, sensual y ful shape of them made her hungry to taste them. Made her desperate to feel

them.

“Can I take your T-shirt off, then?†He leaned closer, his lips touching her jaw as Janey felt her lashes flutter at the warmth of the caress.

“I’d do it slow and easy. Give you time to protest. I’d unwrap you like the prettiest present.â€

She felt his fingers move beneath the hem of her shirt, lift it. She shook, felt herself trembling as the material cleared her stomach, then eased over her

breasts.

Memories, stark and brutal, clashed with the need rising, sharp and hot, inside her.

“You’re so pretty, Janey.†His voice was like a sigh, breaking through the fear that would have risen inside her. “I’ve wanted to tel you

for years how pretty you were, and I knew better. I knew I had no business wanting you, thinking about you.â€

Her arms lifted as he drew the shirt over her head and dropped it to the couch beside her.

She was breathing hard and fast now, her breasts rising and fal ing, framed by the white lace of the demi bra she wore. Her nipples were hard,

sensitive, pressing into the thin cups as he stared at her, his expression tight, his lips parted as his own breathing roughened.

“It should be a sin for a woman as pretty as you to be a virgin,†he told her. “You should have been loved slow and easy. Taken al night long.

Licked from the sweet curves of your lips to the tips of your toes.â€

She was enthral ed. His hands pressed against her sides, moved up until they paused just beneath the swol en curves of her breasts.

Janey watched him careful y. Her breasts were tender, sensitive. They had been ever since Nadine had bruised them. The bruising had been deep, but

the mental scars had gone deeper.

“I know what she did,†he whispered, as though reading her mind.

Janey cringed at Alex’s words and tried to push him away from her.

“No, Janey,†he whispered. “No secrets between us. Not like this. I won’t hurt you.â€

“Yes, you wil ,†she protested, her voice hoarse. She couldn’t seem to maintain that veil of cool disinterest with Alex as she did with everyone

else. “You won’t be able to help it.â€

He lifted his eyes from her breasts to her face. “Do you think I’m that rough?†he asked her.

“You could probably make me beg you for any touch you wanted to give me,†she admitted. “But I can’t handle you, Alex. Not right now.

Not like this.â€

He grimaced. “No games, Janey. I promise. I’m too old for games. We agree to just this, and no one gets hurt.â€

Just this? Just sex?

She watched him, miserably aware that she wanted him with a strength that was going to destroy her. She knew it would. She could feel it coming.

When his lips touched hers, there was no fight left in her. Except the fight to see how much deeper she could make him kiss her. Her lips parted

beneath his, a moan slipping past her throat as her nails dug into the material covering his shoulders.

Tongues dueled. Licked. Tasted. One hand moved from beneath her breasts to cup her neck. His hand was so large that his palm and fingers curled

from the side of her neck al the way around the back of it. His fingers were cal oused, rasping against her flesh.

He was so big, so hard. She wanted to feel him over her, around her, surrounding her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands flattening to feel

the flex and power of his muscles beneath them.

God, that turned her on. The way he kissed her, the way his muscles tensed as the kiss deepened, the way he groaned into their kiss, a sound as

hungry as her own. But it was darker, sexier.

“Damn, I love your lips, Janey.†He sipped at them, nipped at them. “They fit me, baby.â€

Janey forced her eyes open in time to watch his head lower.

She stiffened as his tongue stroked over her col arbone.

“I’m dying to taste your nipples,†he rasped, his hand moving from her neck back below the breast, where it had rested before. “I want to

feel them hard and hot against my tongue. I bet they’re sweet. As sweet as candy.â€

His hands moved, drawing the straps of her bra from her shoulders, easing the cups just beneath her nipples.

“Alex. Alex. I don’t know about this.†She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t seem to draw enough oxygen into her lungs. Couldn’t

find the strength to push him away.

“Are you scared of me, Janey?†He breathed the words over one nipple. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?â€

She shook her head, but she didn’t know if that was an answer.

“Watch me, darlin’,†he crooned, looking up at her, his lips lowering farther. “Watch me love this pretty nipple. See what it’s supposed

to feel like.â€

At the first touch of his lips, sensation tore through her nipple to her clit. Janey arched, driving the tip between his lips, against the moist, hot flesh of his

tongue as he licked over it.

She froze. She swore the ability to breathe was forgotten as she felt the pleasure erupt inside her. Like flames. Like tiny explosions set off beneath her

flesh and searing her with their heat.

“How pretty,†he murmured, pursing his lips and kissing the tip before sucking it gently, easily, back into his mouth.

Just her nipple. He licked it with his tongue as he sucked it slow and easy. His palm cupped her breast, nearly swal owing the curve before she could