Relentless Pursuit (19 page)

Remy pulled away from her breast with a soft popping sound.  He walked her backward until her knees hit the mattress.  She eased herself down onto the bed while Remy stood staring down at her, his gaze filled with a blazing need that she knew was reflected in her own eyes.  Thankfully, she'd taken off her shoes before going out onto the porch, so there was no impeding his hands when they swiftly pulled the stretchy shorts along with her panties down her legs and off, tossing them onto the floor beside the bed.

“You're overdressed.  Get naked.”  She whispered, reaching up.  Remy stepped back one step, just out of her reach while she was reclining on the mattress.

“Let me look at you.”

“That's not fair,” she protested.  “If you get to look, so should I.”

Remy shook his head, but reached for the bottom edge of his shirt, swiftly yanking it upward and over his head, flinging it down onto the floor with the rest of her clothes.  He toed off his shoes before reaching for the snap at the top of his jean, popping it open, but leaving the zipper all the way up.  Jennifer's mouth curved down in a frown when he stopped undressing. 
He'd just been getting to the good stuff!

“Why'd you stop?”

“I need to touch you.  If I'm naked, it will all be over before it really gets started good.”

Inhaling deeply, she let out a sigh and plopped back on the bed, arms outstretched on either side.  Her breasts jiggled with the movement, and Remy's eyes immediately focussed on them, his heated gaze making her feel beautiful.  She jerked her chin in his direction.

“Maybe you need to get busy then.”

Remy reached forward, brushing his fingertips across the curve of her stomach, which was gently rounded outward.  She knew she didn't measure up with the size twos in the world, but she wasn't ashamed of anything about her body, and he seemed really pleased with everything he saw.

“You're so soft, and you’ve got the most amazing curves.”  He grasped her hip and gave it a quick squeeze, his fingers digging into her ass. She sucked in a startled breath, and then chuckled. 
Looks like he's definitely an ass man.

“Please, more.  Touch me, Remy.”

Her plea seemed the impetus he needed.  His knees hit the floor and he spread her thighs wide, fitting his body between them. His hands sliding up across her soft skin to her breasts, playing with them again.  Sensation shot from her nipples to her heated core the second he touched her.  She was so close to the edge the second he touched her clitoris she'd go off like a rocket.

“What do you want from me, Jinx?”  The gravel-laced whisper caught her by surprise, and she raised her head off the mattress to stare down her body to Remy's brown-eyed stare.  His pupils were enlarged, the blackness nearly obscuring the whiskey hue, until only a small rim of golden amber encircled it.

“Everything.  I want everything.  Nothing is out of bounds, off limits.  For tonight, there's nothing and nobody else around.  No bad guys chasing us.  No running for our lives.  There's just you and me.  Let's make this a night to remember.”

“That works for me, babe.”

“Then kiss me, Remy.”

“My pleasure.”  With blinding speed, so fast she barely saw him move, Remy sprawled beside her on the bed.  He rolled pinning her beneath him.  She gasped at the sudden movement, welcoming him when he lowered his mouth to hers, slowly leaning in.  Gentle lips found hers in what started out as a sweet, tender kiss before morphing into something…more.  Forceful, taking her breath away, he deepened the kiss, cupping her jaws between firm fingers.  Pulling back, he stared intently down at her, and long moments passed with his hungry gaze focused solely on her.

Jinx decided to telegraph her message loud and clear.  Grasping his cheeks in her hands, she leaned upward, sealing their mouths together in a savage meeting of lips. Sinking into the sensations of heat spiraling up her spine.  Remy's lips answered hers in a marauding journey of exploration.  Tongues swirled around each other, moving in and out in a synchronized dance, mimicking what she wanted his body doing to hers.

Biting back another moan, she gulped in air, her face burrowed into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.  Her tongue snaked outward, licking a trail up his nape to below his ear, taking a teasing nip at his earlobe.

“Make love to me, Remy.  I need you.”  The words left her mouth before she realized she'd voiced them.  It was true, though.  She needed him.  Her body yearned for his touch, desire and lust roiling deep inside.  Though she wasn't a virgin, she hadn't been promiscuous either, but none of her other lovers ever made her feel this way with just a single kiss.  She ached to feel Remy deep inside her.

“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart.  But we've got all night and I've always been one to savor my meals.”  He ran a fingertip down, starting at the hollow of her throat, teasing oh so slowly.  A puckering of her nipples answered his sensuous touch.  They tightened nearly to the point of pain, their stiff peaks evidence of her desire.  Remy's eyes blazed, nearly scorching her with the desire burning within their depths.  “I'm going to make a banquet out of your body.”

Jinx whimpered at his words.  Remy's hands resumed their downward journey, tracing an erotic pathway down her body.  He propped up on his side with his head braced on his bent arm, watching as his fingertips traced over the mounds of her breasts. She couldn't hold back the shiver of excitement his touch evoked. 
Soon
, she thought.  Anticipation built as he continued lower, his finger dipping into her belly button, before continuing oh so slowly toward the ultimate prize.

When his hand cupped her mound, she nearly bolted upright on the bed.  His hand pressed lightly, and a zing shot through her at the incessant push against the bundle of nerves directly beneath his palm.

“Like that, do you?”

“Umm…yes.”  Was that her voice?  Had that deep, sexy sound come out of her?

“Me too, sweetheart.  Let's see if you like this.”  He sat up beside her and his hand reached between her spread thighs, sliding into the slick wetness at her center.  She was soaked and dripping for him.  Spreading her wide, he slid a finger around her clit.  Her back bowed off the bed, she arched into his touch.

“More.  Remy, give me more.”  Desperation laced her words, need clutching at her.

“Oh, baby, do you know how badly I want to be inside you?  I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, with your torn blouse and hair falling out of that fancy up-do.  You were gorgeous then, but nothing compared to how I see you now.

She raked her nails up his arms before burrowing them in his hair, tugging him back to her lips for a kiss.  Everything she felt poured into the kiss.  Heady with the power, the lust rolling through her, she led his mouth back to her nipple.

Remy's mouth at her breast felt better than any sex she'd had before.  Everything paled in comparison with what this man could do with his mouth.  He was a virtuoso playing a concerto, and her body was his instrument.  Her body thirsted for something more, a sexual fulfillment she'd never shared with anybody else—and she wanted to share that with Remy.

Fingers played through the wetness between her spread thighs once again, tapping against her clitoris. Jinx moaned, her body clenched against the rising tide.  She needed to come, but wanted Remy deep inside when she exploded.

“Remy.”  Her voice trailed off as she felt his hard length poised at her entrance.  He was big and long and thick, and she wanted every inch of him.  She sighed at the slight burning sensation as he pressed forward.  It had been a long time since she'd been with anybody.  She groaned at the feeling of fullness, seated so deep she could barely breathe.

“That's perfect.”  Remy's voice echoed beside her ear, his body stretched out atop hers.  He grabbed hunks of her hair, licking up the side of her neck, and tingles rocked through her.  She gulped, her gaze locked with his.  A wicked ball of tension began to build, twining itself inside Jinx, as Remy plunged deep within her, only to pull nearly all the way out.  He rocked his hips urging her to move, faster and faster.

“That's it, baby.”  His words were rough and low, and Jinx's arousal built higher.   Desire coiled through her building higher and higher, nerve endings sparking to life she hadn't known existed.  Her body was poised on the edge of explosion like a ticking bomb.

“You are so sexy, hon.  The look in your eyes—it's like you want to eat me alive.  It's one hell of a turn on.”

Her body clenched around him, as he rode deeper within her.  The thought that he found her sexy, to hear him say the words, ratcheted her closer to the pinnacle.  Their rhythm seemed in perfect sync, like they'd been lovers forever and knew exactly how, when and where each touch increased the other's pleasure.

“I want you to come with me, Jinx.”  Remy growled the words as he rocked his hips faster and harder.  “Come now.”  An intense orgasm spiraled her world out of control.  Remy made one more deep powerful thrust and roared as his release filled her.  She plummeted from the summit spiraling into a sea of bliss, knowing Remy had joined her in a mind-blowing, earth-shattering release.

Long minutes passed, the only sounds in the room the ragged breaths as their heartbeats returned to normal.  She didn't protest when Remy turned her on the mattress, and gently covered her with the threadbare blanket.  He brushed the hair back from her forehead, gently tucking it behind her ears, and smiled down at her before placing a quick peck on the tip of her nose.

“I'm going to do a quick check, make sure everything's secure for the night.  Be back in a few minutes.”  He strode naked from the bed, straight out the front door and onto the porch.  Jinx snuggled deeper beneath the blanket and plumped up the flat-as-a-pancake pillow beneath her head.

This changed everything—yet changed nothing.  She couldn't afford a man in her life, not while Dubshenko relentlessly pursued her.  Remy was the best thing to ever happen to her, but if he knew the real her, the life she'd led before, would he want anything to do with her?  More importantly, would he want
her
?

It didn't matter.  The odds weren't in favor of her surviving Dubshenko and his goon squad anyway.  Time was running out, and she knew no matter how good a cop Remy was he wasn't a match for the all-encompassing power of the Russian mobster.  His life was in danger the longer he was with her, and she knew she'd never forgive herself if he ended up dead because he'd chosen to help her.

The snick of the front door closing drew her eyes back to Remy, his naked golden skin glowing in the faint light from the kerosene lantern spilling across his amazing body and painting him in hues of golden bronze deliciousness.

They had tonight, and she'd take every minute of it, and store up memories of this place and time with this very special man.

Pasting a smile on her lips, she leaned forward allowing the blanket to drop and held her arms open wide in welcome. 
L
aissez le bon temps rouler
.  For tonight, let the good times roll.

Chapter Twenty

C
arlo couldn’t hold back his grin as his ride rolled across the Texas state line.  He’d called his buddy, the one who was holding onto the
package. 
Try as he might, he hadn’t been able to figure out exactly who she was, or why Dubshenko was chomping at the bit to get her back into his clutches.  Carlo was just as desperate to make sure the Russian never laid a finger on the poor girl. 

When he’d picked her up at the drop, Ivor Gregorski had roughly shoved her into the back of the truck, threatened him with dismemberment if Carlo even thought about touching her and ordered him to deliver her as soon as possible to the boss.

Of course, Carlo being Carlo, he’d done exactly the opposite.  How the hell could he turn an innocent young girl over to a monster like the Russian?  She hadn’t spoken any English, other than to say no and cry every time he even smiled at her.

Thank heavens Foster spoke some Russian.  Maybe not as fluently as others, but he trusted Foster—as much as he trusted anybody.  They’d worked together on and off for the last few years for the DEA.  Although, now they had different supervisors and operated out of different states.  Texas got a lot more action than Louisiana, but drugs were drugs no matter where the scum-suckers smuggled them from.  Unfortunately, as fast as they shut down one dealer, three more sprang up to take their place.

Foster said he had a hell of a lot to tell him, so maybe the girl had talked.  He hoped so—she was another chink in Dubshenko's armor, a major component to taking down Dubshenko once and for all.  The bastard needed to spend the rest of his life rotting inside the same prisons where his former dealers currently resided.  Of course, he deserved the death penalty, but chances were good he’d hire sharks for representation.  People like him never seemed to pay for the havoc they wrought on others, just profited from it.

Mile after boring mile rolled by, the scenery never changing, the unrelenting heat of the Texas summer turning the grassy medians a dull brown.  In a state with severe drought conditions, water had been at a premium for the last several years, so landscaping took a back seat to surviving the hundred plus degree heat.

Thirty minutes later the nondescript sedan pulled into a strip mall parking lot, and Carlo emerged from the backseat, thanking the strangers for picking up a lone hitchhiker.

He spotted the payphone exactly where Foster said it would be and strode purposefully toward it, not hesitating.  Reaching into the change compartment, he pulled out the folded piece of paper stuffed inside.  Unfurling it, he read:  Walk around to the back of the building and wait.  Don’t talk to anyone.  Your ride will be there at 1:00 p.m.  
Cool.
  He didn’t’ have long to wait.

He paced back and forth, counted the steps from one metal door to another, pivoted and counted again, only to start over.

A black Italian sports car slid around the corner, its engine a quiet purr.  Carlo ducked down beside the dumpster, holding his breath at the stench to keep from gagging.  The car eased slowly along the alleyway, and rolled to a stop beside where Carlo squatted out of sight.  The driver’s window lowered.