Tangled Passions (Task Force Hawaii Book 4) Page 12

  He walked her backwards as he continued to kiss her. When her back hit the wall, he pulled back. He rubbed his thumb over her mouth, his gaze completely focused on the action. She slipped her tongue out, teasing the tip of his finger. Heat flared in the depths of his gaze as he slid his index finger between her lips. She sucked on it, then wrapped her tongue around the digit. He groaned, yanked it out of her mouth so he could kiss her. This kiss wasn’t as calculated. It was hot and wet and exhilarating. By the time he pulled back, she felt as if the whole world was spinning around them.

  Without a word, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. He made quick work of her bra, tossing it on the floor behind him. As he looked at her, he said nothing. She was a woman who had fought against the stereotype that told her she was too flat chested, too…boyish. It was something boys had teased her about for years…now, even men did.

  His gaze locked on her breasts as he raised a hand and skimmed her nipple with the back of his knuckles. Barely a touch, but it tightened immediately…painfully. She sucked in a breath.

  “Beautiful,” he said, in the barest of whispers. He leaned closer and touched the tip with his tongue, teasing it, then laying the flat of his tongue against it.

  Oh, God, he was undoing her with the small touches, the teasing…her entire body was ready to explode—and she still had her pants on. He moved on to her other breast, scraping his teeth over the nipple. The movement, along with the way he teased and pinched her other nipple, shot straight to her sex. Before she was ready, he was moving away to drop to his knees. He kissed her stomach on the way down, before unbuttoning, then unzipping her pants. He skimmed them down her legs, and she thought, once again, that maybe she should invest in some sexier lingerie. Plain cotton was her choice, especially on the job, but apparently, Drew could care less. He pressed his mouth against the simple fabric. Wet heat flooded her pussy before he moved away.

  She stepped out of her pants, then he did the same with her panties. And now she stood in front of him, completely naked. He skimmed his hands up her legs, to her hips, his fingers dancing over her flesh. She had always thought he had the most amazing hands. Long fingered…a pianist’s hands. There were times she would be watching as he worked on the keyboard, his clever digits flying over the keys. Now, they slipped over her skin.

  He leaned forward and drew in a deep breath. It was one of the most intimate things any man had ever done to her—and the most erotic. He gave her no time to even come to terms with that. The first touch of his tongue against her sex almost had her coming right then and there. It was silly to even contemplate an orgasm with barely any foreplay, but Drew apparently knew exactly what she wanted…needed.

  His tongue ran along her slit, then slipped inside of her. As he tasted her, his fingers were now digging into her flesh, but she could care less. Over and over, he dove into her sex. He added one finger, as he pulled her clit between his teeth. Her knees buckled and she almost fell, but he held her there, trapped against his sensual assault. Simple sexual hunger transformed into a craving that took over her entire body. She squirmed against his mouth, but he would give her no relief. Instead, he held her in place, not allowing her to move, to take control. Moving his mouth away, he added another finger and pressed his thumb against her clit. Over and over, he teased her. She struggled still, trying to gain control over his sensual assault, but he did not give her the chance. In fact, every time she attempted to thwart his own control over the situation, he punished her by slowing down his rhythm.

  Just as she felt her orgasm approaching, thinking that this time she would reach completion, he pulled back and away from her. She almost toppled over on him, but he held her steady as he rose to his feet. He kissed her then, and if she thought the first kiss knocked her off balance, this one was far more powerful. She could taste herself on his lips as he cupped her face in his hands and deepened the kiss. Every nerve in her body felt as if it were on fire, her entire focus on the feel of his tongue as it danced over her own. Now, all she could think about was him, this moment, and the way he made her feel.

  He pulled back, and she shivered as cold air washed over her. As she opened her eyes, she found him watching her. Fierce hunger darkened his eyes as his gaze moved down her body then back up. Before she knew what he was doing, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the couch. He set her down, then tugged off his t-shirt, throwing it behind him. She saw it then, the scar that marred the almost perfect golden brown skin.

  Drew leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him by putting her hand on his chest. She slipped her fingers over the damaged skin. She bent her head and pressed her mouth against the hard ridges. Opening her mouth, she slid her tongue over them. Drew shuddered against her.

  “Cat.”

  She looked up and found herself trapped by his dark gaze. He held her face and leaned down to kiss her. At first, it was just a brush of his mouth over hers. Soft, fleeting, tempting. Then, he skimmed the tip of his tongue against the seam of her lips. Cat did not hesitate, not this time, or probably ever again. She was captured by this man, the one who made her laugh, and the one who inspired a craving that she would never be able to ignore. She opened her mouth and he stole inside.

  His hands slipped down her back to her ass. Those talented fingers pressed into her flesh, urging her closer. She shuddered against him, her body ready for release. She wanted to feel his skin—all of it. She slipped her hands down to the waistband of his jeans. Without breaking the kiss, she undid the button and unzipped them.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him. He broke away from the kiss and groaned, letting his head fall back. As she continued to tease him, she kissed his neck, tasting the salty sweetness of his flesh, dragging her tongue over his Adam’s apple. He swallowed, as she continued to stroke him. Power surged through her as she tested his control. It surged through her, along with another wave of arousal that blinded her to everything but this man…this moment.

  She rose to her tiptoes once more to brush her mouth against his. When she finished, she looked up at his expression.

  “You’re playing with fire, Cat.”

  She smiled as she gave his shaft a leisurely stroke. “I’ve always preferred heat to cold.”

  Drew groaned. “I should have known you would test my limits, woman.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, he stepped out of his jeans, then turned them around, falling onto the couch. With a tug, he urged her closer. She straddled his hips. She leaned down for another kiss before she rose to her knees. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock. Finally, the connection she had craved for so long. Her nerve endings were already overly sensitive from his teasing, but it added to the complexity of her emotions. She was quivering by the time she had him fully embedded. Placing her hands on the couch behind him, she leaned forward to give him a kiss. Then, she started to move. At first, she took it slowly. She wanted to make this last. She had been waiting so long for this to happen. Cat refused to change the momentum as she continued. Drew had been the one in charge, building the delicious hunger that now controlled her every thought.

  Soon though, she was ensnared in a web of her own making. Her body demanded satisfaction. Cat felt her orgasm approaching and started to increase her rhythm. Drew wasn’t having that. He pulled her closer and latched his mouth onto her nipple. By doing so, he kept her trapped, unable to move. Her entire being was a pulsing hormone, ready for release, but he apparently didn’t care.

  “Drew,” she said.

  He glanced up at her, then without breaking eye contact, he took her other nipple into his mouth. He held her there, his ardent gaze never wavering from hers. Just that look sent another surge of lust scorching through her. She wanted to move, but Drew held her still, his hands on her hips. She was so close to her release that she was shaking with need. Drew continued to take his time, as if there was no great rush. Frustration welled up inside of her, and she decided to act. Sh
e couldn’t move up and down, but she could move her hips. The small movement sent a wave of shocked heat racing through her bloodstream. Even better, it pulled a moan from Drew. He closed his eyes and sucked harder on her nipple. The sweet tension only had her more determined. She twisted her hips again, and he dug his fingers into her flesh.

  Power surged through her now that she knew she was getting to him. She made the small move again, then again. Soon, he pulled back from her breasts and groaned, his head falling to the back of the couch. Renewed with a sense of purpose, she started to move again, and this time she did not slow down. And just when she thought relief was so far off, she felt her orgasm approaching once again. She did not relent in her pursuit.

  Drew had given her the control, and she took full advantage of it. Leaning down, she took his mouth in a hot, wet kiss; sucking on his tongue as she increased her rhythm. When she pulled back, she watched as pleasure washed over him, his orgasm shuttering through him as she continued to ride him. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

  “Come with me, Cat.”

  She couldn’t resist. Not now—not ever. Cat let her head fall back as a powerful release slammed through her, so intense, it almost stole her breath. She writhed against him as it crashed over her. Drew slipped his hands up her body to her head, as he urged her to lean down. He kissed her then, and she couldn’t ignore the connection. In that one moment, she knew she had never had an experience like this, and probably never would again, at least not with another man.

  When they pulled back from the kiss, they were both breathless. She collapsed against him, her head on his shoulder. She should probably worry that they were working a case and this was highly inappropriate. Later, she promised herself. That is when she would think about all their issues. Right now, she just wanted this, to be here in his arms and know that in this one space of time, they were connected.

  It was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep.

  13

  The trade winds shifted, blowing through Drew’s apartment and waking him up. It took a moment or two for him to come to terms with his situation. Cat was still sitting on top of him, and they were on the couch. As the cooler air filled the room, he felt her shiver, although she didn’t wake up. Instead, she tightened her hold.

  Drew kissed her temple, then looked out the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The drapes danced on the breeze that flowed through the opening and then it hit him: the fucking drapes were open. Damn. He was lucky his condo was on the top floor and, hopefully, no one saw them.

  “Hey,” he said.

  Cat grumbled and snuggled closer. He smiled. Her breath was against his neck and her hair was sliding over his shoulder. His brain was still mushy, unable to think beyond the here and now. Of course, he didn’t give a shit about anything else. She was in his arms, and he had done his damnedest to claim her. Still, they should probably get up and go to the bedroom. Knowing his luck, there would be some kind of aerial photography going on.

  “Cat.”

  “Go away.”

  He chuckled and decided to get them into the bedroom himself. He slipped his hands beneath her rear end, then stood up. They swayed, but he steadied them. Damn, he was wiped out.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, even as she settled her head on his shoulder.

  “Taking us to the bedroom.”

  “M’okay.”

  He shook his head and walked into his bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he went into the bathroom, cleaned up, and then joined her back in the bedroom. When he reached his bed, he stood there, unable to still grasp what had happened. Catherine Kalakau was in his bed. She had just melted his brain, seared her ownership over his heart, and now she was apparently spending the night.

  After what had happened last year, he didn’t think this would ever happen. Now, though, it was still hard to fathom.

  What did it mean and where did they go from here?

  Drew had no idea what the future held for them. He wanted more. Hell, he wanted the whole thing. Her rejection had been more painful that the fucking bullet he took. Now, he wanted some sort of agreement of something. He wanted to know she wasn’t going to rush out the door and then pretend nothing happened. One thing was certain, he would never figure it out standing here staring at her. It was kind of creepy and if someone saw him, there is good chance they’d call the police. He decided to join her in bed. It took him some maneuvering, but he got them both under the sheet.

  “I guess we’re going to have to talk about this,” she said.

  “Not necessarily.”

  She lifted her head up and looked at him. “Yeah, we do. That’s why it got all screwed up to begin with.

  “Okay. But first, we need to address the elephant in the room.”

  “That this is wholly inappropriate in the middle of an investigation?”

  He chuckled. “That seems about par for our office, considering how everyone seems to be hooking up.”

  “Then what?”

  “We didn’t use protection. I didn’t even think of it.”

  Her mouth formed an “o”. She shook her head. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been active since my last physical.”

  “And I haven’t since the accident.”

  “You mean since you were shot, you haven’t been with anyone?”

  He shook his head. “I couldn’t for a long time because the doctors were worried. After that, I just haven’t wanted to get out there. So, you want to talk about us? About what happened before?

  She sighed. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

  “I said okay, didn’t I?” he asked as he started toying with her hair. God, he loved it. It was so soft and silky. He liked the way it slipped through his fingers. The sweet scent of her shampoo was always a hidden pleasure for him.

  “If you’re mad—”

  He tugged playfully on a few strands.

  “I’m not mad. I just said that if you want to talk, we can. Although, I will warn you, my brain is slow. Very slow right now.”

  She frowned in a completely not Cat looking way. In fact, there was a bit of a pout with it. Pouting wasn’t something that he normally associated with Cat. She was so damned cute. Of course, if he told her, she would probably break his nose, then punch him in the nuts.

  “What are you talking about?”

  He studied her. “Are you fishing for a compliment?”

  She stared at him for a long time, and he realized that she had no notion of what he was talking about. She truly didn’t understand what she was to him, or how she affected him. He had never hidden how he felt about her, so it was odd that she really didn’t realize what he was talking about.

  “You blew my mind, woman. I can barely think straight.”

  Another beat of silence went by before a small smile curved her lips. “Yeah?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you have no idea?”

  She shook her head. “I just thought it was me.”

  “You?”

  “It’s hard for me to describe, but I have never been taken like that. No one has ever made me feel the way you did.”

  He wanted to crow about that one little nugget, but along with it came a revelation. She felt the same way, that the lovemaking had been as amazing to her as it was to him. And that meant she could fall in love with him. Or she was in love with him, but didn’t realize it. Either way, he decided to keep that information to himself.

  “Okay, tell me what we need to talk about?”

  She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. She wasn’t a woman who shared her feelings easily. Still, the idea that she was holding back now, irritated him.

  “You wanted to talk about this, so you either talk about it or leave it the way it is.”

  She sighed. “It is difficult for me to talk about.”

  He felt the inevitable softening. It was always there for Cat, who constantly portrayed herself to be the tough woman. He knew for her family, she had to do t
hat. But right now, with him, she had to understand that he wouldn’t judge her.

  “I know, but you started this.”

  “I…when you were shot, I didn’t know how to handle it.”

  He said nothing; although, the need to smooth things over danced on the tip of his tongue. He could see how much this was bothering her, and he wanted to soothe her. But Cat was right. They needed to figure out what went wrong and where they would go from here.

  “I ran, like a coward, then I blamed it on the situation.”

  “You said it was your fault.”

  “It was my fault. I sent you there to pick up the files for me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten shot.”

  “We’ve been over this, Cat. If I hadn’t been there, there is a good chance Elle would be dead.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “What I do know is that Stan Remington was the man with the gun. He’s the one who shot me. If I hadn’t been there, he might have hurt Elle. He was deranged. So, it isn’t your fault. It’s his.”

  She didn’t say anything, and he realized that he was nearly shouting by the time he had finished speaking.

  “I’m sorry, but I hate that you blame yourself.”

  “I have another confession to make.”

  “What?”

  She hesitated, then said, “It wasn’t that I felt guilty. I mean, I did, but there was something else that scared the living hell out of me.”

  He blinked at the vehemence in her voice. “What?”

  “Losing you.”

  No hesitation this time. The truth…finally.

  “Losing me? That’s why you walked away? Why you ignored me while I was recovering?”