Trust Me (8 page)

Alaina was amazed at how easy it was to talk to
him, at least that
is when she wasn't having erotic
fantasies about him.  She tried to remember that he was her
adversary.  After all this was the man that was convinced her father was a
terrorist; she should feel nothing but hostility towards him, but she was
finding it hard to stay angry. Donovan was after all just doing his job. 
Maybe in time she could convince him of her father's innocence and this
conflict between them could be set aside.  What evidence did he hold that
had convinced him erroneously of her father's guilt? 

Alaina pulled herself from her thoughts since she
didn't want to spoil what had turned out to be a very enjoyable lunch. 
“Have you moved a great deal working for the FBI?”

The last thing Donovan wanted to do was discuss his
career with the Bureau in any detail. He had stayed as close to the truth as he
could, but he didn’t want to lie to her any more than he already had.
“No, not really.
  I've just lived in the Washington
area and San Diego.”

“Just like me.  Isn't that funny we're both
lawyers and we've both lived in the same places and here I thought I was
unique,” she said with a quick laugh.

“You're unique Alaina, don't ever doubt it.”  His
tone had once again turned seductive and Alaina felt a familiar shiver run down
her spine.

“Well, I really should be going, do you think we could
get the bill?  I promised my friend I would meet her after work and I see
that it’s already four o'clock.  It's been an enjoyable lunch, I must
admit, considering our previous encounters. I'm a bit surprised.”

“I'm not.  I find every encounter with you
interesting.  Thank you for joining me, although for a while I didn't
think I'd be able to convince you to come.  You're very stubborn.”

“Can you blame me? We hold some very different
opinions about my father.”

“I realize that, but I was hoping we could put that
behind us now that the hearing is over.”

“I'm not sure that's possible, Donovan.  Granted,
the court appearance is over and what happens next regarding access to my
father's documents is up to the judge.  But no matter what he decides, the
fact remains that you and the organization you work for will continue to try to
prove that my father and the OAS are guilty of acts of terrorism.  I'm
sorry but this is not just a point of law for me, this is my flesh and blood
we're talking about.”

“I think I understand that now, but I’m not sure I am
going to accept it. For now, I think it would be best if we waited for the
judge's decision and then perhaps we can settle it.”

 Donovan signaled for the check. It was obvious
that their rapport would be threatened by any discussion of her father. 
She either believed what she was saying and was innocent
herself
or she was guilty and her outrage was just an act.  Either way debating
the issue with her could only serve to further antagonize her towards him. 
He needed to get close to her so he could find out the truth and arguing about
her father would only serve to inhibit any possibility of intimacy developing
between them.  He felt he made a lot of progress with this lunch. 

He paid the bill despite her protests.  “Don't
worry,
the Bureaus' picking up the tab.”

“Well if you put it that way, I'll be glad to let the
government pay for my lunch.”

As they rose from the table he asked, “Are you going
back to your hotel now?” he placed his hand on her elbow guiding her to the
restaurant door.

“Yes, I wanted to freshen up before I meet my friend.”

“I'll see you back to your hotel. Which one are you
staying at?”

“You don't have to do that, I really don't want you to
go out of your way,” Alaina insisted.  Frankly she didn't trust herself
not to drag him up to her room.

“Does everything have to be a battle with you? 
Could you please allow me this one common courtesy?”

“Okay, but it's really not necessary.  It's not
like this is a date or anything.”

“It's not? Ouch, that’s another blow to my ego!”

She smirked. “I have a feeling your ego will
recover.” 

Once again they had made the dramatic shift from
animosity to amiability.  Her emotions were constantly going from one extreme
to another, and she never knew what was coming next. “Don’t you have some
innocent people to harass?”

He laughed at her question and his rebuttal came with
ease, “Are you insulting me or my employer Ms. Simmons?”

She appeared to contemplate this as she replied,
“Hmmn, I think both.”

“Well, I guess that's fair.  So should we get a
cab to your hotel?”

“Please, but you have to hail it.  I hate
standing on the edge of the sidewalk whistling.  I never did get the hang
of that.”

Donovan easily hailed a cab.  After the cab
pulled up to the curb they slid into the backseat together.

“Where to?”
 The driver asked.  Donovan leaned forward
and gave him the name of the hotel.

“I don’t remember telling you where I was staying.”
Alaina remarked.

“You must have. How else would I have known?”

Alaina shrugged, thinking she must have mentioned it
and forgotten.  She leaned back in her seat trying to ignore the fact that
their legs and shoulders were touching in the cramped quarters of the
taxi.  She could feel the warmth of his body penetrating her own. 

She turned her head to look at him.  Their faces
were mere inches away from each other. “Did I thank you for lunch?”

“No, I think you were too busy telling me we weren’t
on a date,” he responded his voice low.

She could feel his breath on her cheek as she spoke,
“Oh, sorry about that.” 

“That’s okay, I’m getting used to you.”

She felt a little irritated by that remark. “What do
you mean by that?” 

He peered down at her. “You work pretty hard at
keeping me at a distance even though you don’t want to.”

She raised her chin a little. “What makes you think
that?”

“This,” he said as he leaned down as gave her the
softest, gentlest kiss on her mouth. The kiss was almost chaste, but electricity
vibrated in the air between them.

 She pulled back slightly. “Hmm, there is that.”

Before Donovan could comment on her last remark the
taxi arrived at the hotel.  He insisted on seeing her to her room as she
suspected he would.  When they reached the door she turned around to say
good-bye and found him a bit too close for comfort. 

She could feel the heat emanating from him as she
said, “Well, thanks again for lunch and it was nice of you to see me to my
hotel.”

Donovan leaned forward and placed one hand on the
doorjamb.  He was so close she could feel his breath as he spoke, his
voice low and husky, “Alaina I want to see you again when we're back in San
Diego, and I think you want to see me.  Am I right?”

Alaina wanted to sound cool and aloof when she
answered him, but it was impossible to pull off when he was standing so
close. 

Instead her voice sounded breathless, “Look Donovan,
maybe under normal circumstances I’d consider it, but I don't think it would be
a good idea for us to see each other again.” There she had said it, now he
would turn around and leave.

Donovan didn't turn around.  He leaned closer,
slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him from touching her.  
She didn't move a muscle, making no attempt to prevent the kiss she knew was
going to happen.  When his lips first touched hers they were gentle, but
gradually both of them became more aggressive and their kiss intensified as
their tongues dueled, their bodies pressed closer.  He put his hands in
her hair, pulling her head back with a gentle tug, probing deeper, more
intensely with his tongue. Alaina felt herself losing control; she felt the
moisture building between her legs, completely forgetting their
surroundings.  She was aware of nothing but Donovan.  One hand began
to move slowly up her waist towards her breasts while his other hand pressed
her more closely against him.  Her nipples hardened at the touch of his
hand through the soft fabric of her blouse.  She moaned against his mouth,
feeling the unmistakable heat of his erection pressed against her heated mound.
Her body clenched in response as he rubbed against her.  Instead of being
shocked, she pressed herself even closer to him. Suddenly Donovan pulled
himself away from her, breathing heavily staring at her with intense
eyes.  Alaina was confused at his abrupt ending of their embrace until she
realized that they were both breathing heavily and that they were still
standing in the hall. 

“Open the door Alaina we need to go inside.”

She hesitated unsure that this was a move she wanted
to make.

“Now,” he said.  His voice was hard and
uncompromising.

She fumbled in her purse for her key card.  Once
she found it she somehow managed to put the key in the slot and open the door.

He firmly guided her into the room and over to the
Queen size bed.  Before she knew what was happening she was in his arms
again.  She felt like he was some bad addiction and that she couldn’t get
enough of him.  Their tongues were dueling and she was desperately trying
to get close to him.  She wanted to feel that hard cock rub against her
again.  He must have been slowly unbuttoning her blouse because she
suddenly became aware of it sliding off her shoulders. 

He admired the black lacey bra before pulling the
straps down and unhooking the back.  Her breasts were freed and she stood
before him topless feeling exhilarated by his gaze. 

“Beautiful,” he said as his mouth found her
nipple.  He swirled his tongue tasting her, savoring her soft skin,
“Should I try the other one to see if it’s just as sweet as this one?” He asked
before moving his mouth to the other nipple. 

God it felt so good, she thought. She felt like she
might come just from his sucking on her nipples alone.  His hands kneaded
and massaged her breasts while he continued to suck.  Then his hands
reached down to her slacks and unzipped them.  He tugged them down her
legs and she stepped out of them. He gently pushed her down onto the bed until
she was lying down.  She was nude except for her panties.  He leaned
down, placing his hand between the juncture of her thigh rubbing her slit
through the tiny bit of black silk.

“You’re so wet for me. 
All
that anger and you’re still creaming for me.”

He reached under the silk panty and found her clit and
rubbed gently. She moaned unable to contain herself as she felt waves of
pleasure flow through her body.  “Does that feel good?”

“God yes,” she managed to answer.  She wanted him
like she had never wanted anyone.  She really needed to feel him insider
her.

He slid one finger inside her hot pussy stroking in
and out. “Oh yeah that feels good too.  You’re so tight and slick.” 
He added another finger moving in and out slowly.  His other hand moved to
her swollen nub rubbing, circling,
teasing
.

She thrust her hips forward.  God she needed
more.

He chuckled softly at her eagerness. “Do you want to
come
sweetheart?’

“Yes!  I need to come.”

He continued to rub with his thumb while she thrust
her hips against his fingers.  She felt her pussy clench around his
fingers and her clit begin to throb as the orgasm hit her.  She could hear
herself panting, but she was totally focused on Donovan.  His eyes had
never left her face as he had watched her come.  The intimacy took her
breath away.

He unzipped his pants freeing his erection.  He
placed his hand on his hard member and stroked, “You know what, I think?”

The sound of a cell phone ringing suddenly filled the
room.  Donovan pulled away immediately answering his phone, “Prentice.” He
paused obviously listening to someone on the other end. “Yes I’m
available.  I’ll be right there.” He disconnected and put the phone back
in his pocket as he looked down at her.  She was lying on the bed waiting
for him to fuck her and he had to leave despite what his very hard dick was
telling him.  

His face was grim and strained.  “Look, I have to
leave.  It’s a work thing.”  He shifted uncomfortably as he zipped up
forcing his very unsatisfied dick back in his pants.

She sat up horrified.  She was sitting on the
edge of the bed naked while he was fully clothed.  This loss of
self-control was completely out of character for her. She was hot and horny for
this FBI lawyer, there was no denying it!  “God, what are you doing to
me?”

“What are we doing to each other?”  He ran his
hand through his hair.  Fuck, he thought, he had only meant to kiss her
lightly and then the next thing he knew had her naked on the bed and was ready
slam his cock into her. What was the matter with him besides his raging hard
on?  The need to be inside her was overwhelming. 

They stared at each other, both seeing restrained need
reflected in the other's eyes.  Donovan was the first to speak, “I didn't
think a goodbye kiss could get that carried away.  I'm sorry. 
 I hadn't intended to jump you.”