Rescue Me (20 page)

He shook his head and muttered a curse as he
picked up the knife and slammed it down to smash a clove of garlic.
She flinched from the force of it. When he pulled the knife back up
the poor garlic was nothing more than a flattened patty of
mush.

She regretted saying anything. They were
having such a great time before she had to go and open her mouth.
“I'm sorry.”

He let out a rough sigh. “I'm trying,
Kathryn. But I have to be honest with you.”

That statement gave her a sharp chill.
“Okay.”

“You terrify me,” he admitted.
Smack!
Another clove of garlic perished under his wrath.

He had to be making that up. Nothing scared
Spencer Allen. He was the most powerful man she knew. Fierce.
Passionate. Deadly. And she loved every single trait. “I don't
understand.”

“I did everything wrong before. I'm scared
out of my mind that I'm going to screw up again. You are the best
thing that has ever happened to me, then and now. I don't want to
lose you.” He kept his gaze focused on the cutting board.

Her heart raced at his declaration. Just when
she didn't think she could love him more, he went and said
something like that. She'd never seen such vulnerability shadowing
his eyes, darkening his expression. He scraped the garlic off the
cutting board and spread it over the fish.

“Spencer?”

He grimaced and kept his attention on the
fish as he rearranged the onions.

“Spencer, look at me.”

After he clenched his jaw as he washed his
hands, he looked at her. Pain and passion mixed with fury in his
expression, but he didn't glance away.

She held his gaze. “I'm not going
anywhere.”

“Neither am I.”

They stared at each other for an eternity,
taking in their vow to each other. She then picked up her wineglass
and held it out. “To us, then. Come happiness or misery, we are
here for the duration. Let's hope it's not the latter.”

“Amen to that.” He lifted his glass and
tapped it against hers.

“Do you know what day is coming up?” She
decided a change of subject would do them both good. As she lifted
her eyes for his answer, she saw how closely he studied the way she
cleaned the wine from her lips. The heated look on his face told
her he wanted to gather the rest. Her heart fluttered as her
stomach tightened. She wanted him to gather the rest.

“No.” He continued to stare at her lips. She
brushed a hand on his arm, loving the way the little hairs tickled
her fingers.

“Valentine's Day.”

“Really?” He did a terrible job at feigning
surprise. “I had no idea.”

“And I thought if you weren't already taken,
you'd like to be mine.” She tossed him a playful grin.

Spencer spiked his brow. “Isn't it the guy's
job to ask the girl?”

“Welcome to the new century.”

He walked around the breakfast bar and
wrapped his arms around her from behind before nuzzling his lips
against her neck. He danced them across her flesh as he brushed
them back and forth. Back and forth. Goose bumps peppered her
skin.

“I guess I'm old fashioned. So how about
this…” He moved his talented lips up to her ear and nipped with his
teeth. “On February Fourteenth, no matter where we are, what we are
doing, we stop and spend the day together.”

“What if we're in the middle of a search?”
She shuddered when he darted his tongue out and traced the ridge of
her ear.

“There's no radio communication after
dark.”

He had a good point.

“Come on, baby. Make that promise with
me.”

That fervent growl in his voice had her ready
to agree to anything. “It's a promise.”

“I love...” He trailed off and ran his lips
along her jaw line. As he went to work on her other ear, a heated
shiver hit her.

Wait. What was he about to say? She wanted to
ask him, but the sweet torment consumed her and she stifled a
slight moan.

“Right now, you are all I want to think
about.” His lips played on her neck again.

Kat's body tingled, humming with desire. The
moisture between her legs grew to a full-blown heated pool. Aching
to be touched, her nipples peaked, painfully brushing against the
fabric of her bra. She wanted him, wanted to please him, wanted him
to please her.

He reached around and cupped her breast,
scraping his thumb across a waiting hardened nub. She shuddered out
a breath and mentally begged him to do it again.

“Cold?”

She shook her head. “Excited.”

Chuckling, he skated his lips across the
sensitive spot behind her ear. “You know, most people try to deny
their body's response by saying they're cold. But not you.”

She spun around on the stool so she could
face him. “Honesty is the best policy.”

He stilled his motion as his face lost all
expression. He seemed to battle some internal war and when his eyes
clouded over with mixed emotion, her desire turned to concern.

“Spence? What is it?”

Dropping his gaze to the buttons on her
shirt, he undid the first one. Just that fast, the look of doubt in
his eyes disappeared, replaced by a darkening hunger. “You told me
you wanted to try new things, right?”

Dare she trust that look? He obviously didn't
want to talk about whatever had him so distracted. Instead of
pushing him, which would end up ruining their evening, she played
along. “What did you have in mind?”

“You've never undressed for me.”

She furrowed her brow. “I do every
night.”

He undid another button. Cool air caressed
her skin. It sent goose bumps dancing across her flesh and pulsing
energy spiraling through her insides. “Not like that. I want you to
undress
for
me, not because we both happen to be in the same
room.”

Her body tickled with excitement. “You mean
like a striptease?”

He nodded and smiled as he reached for
another button.

She slapped his hand away and motioned toward
his expensive leather couch. “Have a seat.”

Grabbing his wine, he sauntered over to the
couch and sank down, an anticipatory curl on his full lips. The
silence filling the air gave her pause. He seemed to sense her
unease and brought up his finger to stop her before she could
protest. Jumping up, he went to his CD player and pulled some out
of his collection. “Would you rather have Michael Bublé or Joe
Cocker?”

“Michael Bublé,” she answered, unable to
resist his rich baritone. “
Feeling Good
,” she added, knowing
the rhythm of that song would get her in the mood. She already
throbbed in anticipation. It wouldn't take much to set her off.
Feeling good, indeed.

As the music started, she moved her hips. He
hurried back to the couch and took his seat for the show.

One button. Sway the hips. Don't feel
ridiculous for dancing in front of a plethora of windows where God
only knew who else could see her.

The drumbeat started and she closed her
eyes.

Another button. Tease him. Pretend to be a
hell of a lot sexier than what stared back at her in the mirror
every day. Another button. Swinging with the music, she unbuttoned
the last one and threw her shirt open, only to abruptly close it,
eyeing him seductively in the hopes she was doing this right.

He adjusted his groin, pushing the bulge
down. Apparently she was doing
something
right. She smiled
and shot him a wink.

Sucking in her bottom lip, she held it
between her teeth as she danced to the music, slowly letting one
shoulder bounce to the beat and out of the cover. Once one side
slid down, she followed with the other so that the shirt hung at
her elbows.

Another smile before she turned her back to
him and removed her shirt completely, throwing it toward him. She
totally missed and threw it clear into the kitchen. Good thing she
wasn't working for tips.

He laughed gruffly, and she giggled in
return. Stepping to the beat, swaying back and forth, she hoped it
looked as sexy as it made her feel. She eyed him over her shoulder
and allowed a bra strap to cascade down her shoulder. When the
other fell, she puckered her lips and threw him a kiss.

“Ah Jesus,” he rasped. “This is... It's even
better than I could have imagined.”

“Take off your pants,” she purred in a
throaty voice.

He kicked off his boots and removed his
pants, but left the boxers and socks. She snickered. He seemed
strained as he demanded, “I want you naked from the belly button
down.”

“You, first.” She stopped swaying and
waited.

He arched a dark eyebrow in challenge. “Or
what?”

She spiked her eyebrow. “Socks. Off. Boxers.
Off. Now.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He lost the rest as ordered.
His erection bobbed, nodding for her to continue.

“Would you like me to keep going?”

“Oh my God, yes.”

Reaching around, she unhooked her bra and
held it in place as she whirled around so she faced him. Stepping
toward him, staying in rhythm with the beat, she moved back and
forth right in front of him. He reached out to her, but she smacked
his hand and retreated a step.

He groaned.

Running her tongue along her top lip, she
pulled her bra and dangled it in her hand. He held his hands up
like a kid at a baseball game, trying to catch the homerun.

Oh, he'd get a homerun all right.

Tossing her bra at him, careful to cover her
breasts, she turned around and smiled when he uttered a breathless
protest. Unbuttoning her jeans, she then unzipped them and slowly
pushed them down her swaying hips. As the top of her jeans dropped
to her thighs, he let out a growl.

“Jesus, Kathryn. Where'd you learn to dance
like that?” His tone, so thick with lust, came out pure gravel. It
made her feel so sexy, so liberated, knowing she had this reaction
over him.

“Catholic school.” She turned to face him,
her arm still strategically placed to cover her nipples. They
puckered against her forearm and it increased the ardent need
pulsing inside her. With her other hand she worked her pants down
to her knees.

“Drop your hand.”

“No.”

“Please?” His request came out as a strained
whisper.

She did. When he sucked in a breath, her
nipples hardened further and sent shots of tingling shockwaves
pouring through her system, rushing her core. The flood of her
juices had her wet and eager for more than a dance.

“Get out of your jeans, babe.”

Kat tried to continue to sway to the beat as
she kicked off her shoes. Her heart flew to her throat when she
lost her balance, promptly falling flat on her ass and even
skidding back a few inches.

Ouch.

So much for being sexy.

Pushing herself up, she cried out in surprise
and awakened lust when Spencer jumped on top of her, crushing her
body with his. As her laughter blended with his, he covered her
mouth and invaded hers with his tongue, kissing her with such
unbridled passion her breath hitched.

She opened herself up for the conquering, her
body quivering as the glory of his touch caressed her. A rough hand
closed over her breast, kneading it gently and scraping his thumb
over an aching nipple. His engorged cock pushed between her legs,
tapping against the soaked material of her panties.

The jeans around her knees confined her,
stopping her from spreading her legs for his capture. Kicking her
shoes off now that she was safely on the ground, she wiggled out of
the jeans and tossed them aside, pulling her damp panties with
them.

Sweet pleasure washed over her when he dipped
his a hand down, spreading her swollen lips. Delving deep, he
thrust a finger inside. Her body immediately fisted around him, the
walls of her pussy clenching tight.

With a final kiss and lick of her lips, he
pulled away and kissed a path down her chest, pausing only briefly
to feast on her breasts. He trailed his tongue around her nipples,
barely whispering a breath on them before he continued.

She whimpered in protest when he didn't pay
nearly enough attention to her breasts.

“You are so wet,” he drawled his explanation
for completely ignoring her painfully hard nipples. “I'm dying to
be inside you.”

Thinking of how he wanted her to take
control, she weaved her fingers in his hair, stopping him before he
could get lower than her belly button. “You have to work your way
down.”

He stopped, panting. “Oh yeah? And what is it
I need to do first?”

She pulled him up to her nipple. He took the
hint and captured it with his mouth, sucking greedily until tension
twisted around her womb. He then started in on the other one. Not
once did he ever stop fingering her, building her taut pressure
deep inside her core.

Flexing her muscles, she lifted her hips to
meet the pressure of his fingers. When his thumb covered her clit,
stroking it in lazy circles, she trembled and let out a moan.

Pumping his fingers, he pushed two inside,
expanding her, the friction so great she shuddered.

“Let me taste you,” he muttered against her
flesh, raking his teeth across her hard little pebble.

“Aren't you doing that?”

Pulling back, he stared at her with clouded
eyes, shaking his head. “Not even close.”

“What do you want?” She knew, and having him
admit as much had her spasming in anticipation.

“I'll show you.” Spencer pulled her up and
then dragged her to the couch, while at the same time kissing her
with such ferocity her entire body hummed. His talented tongue took
control, leaving her helpless but to follow his every command. He
cupped her face and increased the intensity of the kiss. Kat
whimpered when he sucked her bottom lip and took it between his
teeth.

He lowered her and pulled away. Meeting her
eyes, he sank down in front of her, his nose directly in front of
her drenched pussy. Nudging her, he drew in a deep breath. “I love
your scent.”