Till Death: Deep Six Security Series Book 1 (10 page)

He hung up the phone and relief flowed through her.  Logan was making her sister’s situation a team priority even though the case of the missing baby was a paying job.  Susan’s knees went weak at the same time her heart did a funny little flip in her chest.  Not a very business-minded decision at all, but so damned sweet.

Dave looked down to put his phone away, and Susan’s feet took her a step closer, then another.  She leaned in to kiss his cheek at the same time he turned his face her way.  Susan’s lips brushed across his, and Logan’s body went stiff.  A spark sizzled straight through her to curl her toes.  Logan’s beard-roughened chin scraped hers sending a delicious thrill through her, as he nipped her lower lip.  Their lips hovered only millimeters apart, electricity buzzing between them like a live wire. 
Kiss me,
her body and mind pleaded, as waves of need washed over her.

With a growl, Logan’s hands closed on her upper arms.  His lips dropped onto hers, intentionally this time, hard and seeking.  Susan slid her hands up to his shoulders, and wilted into him, needing to feel his chest against her aching breasts.  Dave walked her backwards until her rear was pressed against the grill of the Hummer, her body held there by his hardness, as he deepened the kiss, and shoved his tongue inside her mouth to taste her. 

He moaned into her mouth, but instead of holding her closer, he pushed away and wiped his forearm over his mouth.  “You’ve been smoking again,” he accused angrily.

Heat rushed up to scald her face.  “I was nervous before I broke into the admin building,” she admitted, knowing full well there was no use in denying it.  Logan already knew, and lying would only make him madder. “I’m sorry, Logan.  I won’t do it again.”

“You better not, or whether I need you for this mission or not, I will fire you.”

“Why are you so anti-smoking?” Susan asked, curiosity getting the better of her.  Logan wouldn’t fire her for being arrested, but he’d fire her for smoking?  Very odd, and there had to be a reason.

“My daddy had lung cancer from smoking.  He survived it, has been over it for seven years, and I will not tolerate tobacco users on my team.”

Shock hit her in the stomach like a sledgehammer.  “Oh, Lord.  I’m sorry, Logan…”

“Don’t be sorry, just don’t smoke.”  His hard tone and eyes told her he meant business.

Susan could understand his position better now, and sympathize with it even.  “I’m done.  No more excuses, I promise,” she said swiping an X between her breasts.  But she definitely needed some kind of substitution, because right now?  She either needed a cigarette or to finish what she’d started with Dave Logan with her accidental kiss.  Her body was humming for her to do that.  She knew this man didn’t have a stockpile of blow pops here like she had at home, and the odds were he didn’t have popsicles either.  “You have any bananas?” she asked.

“You hungry?” he asked, sounding surprised.  “I didn’t even think to ask.”

Oh yeah, she was hungry.  Starving for something she couldn’t have
.  “Yeah, aren’t you?”

“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll cook some breakfast,” Dave said gruffly, turning to walk ahead of her up the steps.  He opened the door and Susan followed him inside. 

The last time she was here she hadn’t been inside, so she took a moment to orient herself.  The kitchen was surrounded by a marble-topped breakfast bar, and her eyes skidded to a stop at the bowl of fruit on the end.  As they passed by, Susan grabbed a banana, and peeled it as they walked.  To the right of the well-equipped kitchen was a large gathering room with a couple of comfy looking chairs, a massive sectional that looked equally comfortable, and a huge flat-screen television mounted on the wall.

“There’s a two-bedroom suite at the back of the office that I use as my quarters.  The guys will be staying in the barracks, so you need to stay in here,” Logan said as he led her to a long hallway that went all the way to the back of the building. 

They passed a conference room, a few offices and he stopped at the last door at the end of the hallway to push a code into the security keypad on the wall.  The thick metal door buzzed open, and Susan followed Logan through the doorway, letting the door close behind her. 

Suite hell, this place was like an apartment, she thought, as he flicked on the lights over the wetbar in his living room.  Everything about the place screamed masculine from the heavy furniture to the buckskin colored walls.  “Nice place, Logan,” she said.

“It’s home,” he grumbled walking to the refrigerator by the bar to get a bottle of water.  He glanced back at her.  “Want something?”

Susan shoved half of the banana into her mouth and chomped down.  Boy did she, and bad, she thought, looking at his fine ass in those cowboy jeans.  She shook her head as she chewed up the monster bite.  “Shower,” she finally managed after she swallowed.

Logan shut the refrigerator door and uncapped his water.  The corner of his mouth kicked up, and his heated eyes held a challenge.  “Well, there’s only one shower, so unless you want to take one with me, you’ll have to wait.  I’m in there first.”  He tilted the bottle to his lips and his throat worked as he drank it down.

It was more than obvious that Dave Logan was doing to her exactly what she had done to him with the popsicles.  Giving as good as she’d dished out.  Susan’s body throbbed, and her insides went liquid.  She pinched her knees together, and shoved the other piece of the banana into her mouth.  What the hell would this man say if she took him up on his joking offer?

Susan was about to find out, because she was done with this cat and mouse game with him.  “Lead the way, Logan,” she said, with a lifted brow.

CHAPTER TEN

Logan gasped, sputtered, spewed then coughed as the last of the water in the bottle choked him.  He coughed again, wiped his forearm over his mouth.  His eyes met Susan’s determined blue gaze as she stalked toward him like a sleek jungle cat on the prowl.   He stepped back and held up his hand.  “We can’t go there, Susan.  I don’t want to go there.”  Even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow, lacked the conviction he wanted behind them.

Susan smiled a smile he imagined that jungle cat would wear when she had her prey cornered.  The hot imprint of her hand on his fly burned through the material, and he bit back a pained groan.  She stroked upward with firm pressure, then gripped him, and his balls tightened. 

“Sure feels like you want to go there,” she purred, gripping him a little tighter.

Dave tried to step back, but his butt hit the minibar causing the bottles there to rattle.  She moved in closer for the kill and Dave’s heart shot up to his throat, before bouncing back into his chest.  It pounded there,  as he fought to control his breathing. 

“Susan,  I—” His words were cut off by a moan when the pressure on his cock eased as she slid his zipper to the bottom of the track.  He reached back to set down the water bottle then grabbed her shoulders.  “We can’t, Susan,” he tried once more, even though…God, he wanted to so fucking bad.

“The dance is over, Logan, we’re going there.  We both need it, and we need a shower.”  Susan grinned, and something inside of him shifted.  “Besides we haven’t had much rain lately.  Conserving water just makes good sense.”

Good sense
.  Dave felt like he had none right at that moment.  His brain was into neutral and there was no kicking it back into gear.  Susan Whitmore had him by the balls, and she wasn’t letting go, or letting him tell her no.  Dave didn’t want to tell her no.  She was right, he did need this.  The opportunity to find some relief was standing right here offering herself up on a silver platter, and he wasn’t stupid enough to turn her down. 

But he wanted her to understand something.  “It doesn’t mean anything,” he said grabbing her wrist to move her hand from his crotch.  “Not a damned thing.”

“Of course not,” she scoffed, as he dragged her toward the bathroom.  “I promise I won’t ask you to marry me, Logan.  Till death would be about a week in our case, because we’d kill each other,” Susan said with a laugh.

Dave stopped at the bathroom door, and grabbed the knob.  “Remember that later then,” he said twisting the knob.  “And remember you wanted this.”

“Oh, I won’t forget,” she said, as he left her standing at the vanity to turn on the shower.

He shoved his jeans down his legs, ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, before turning back to find Susan standing at the vanity with her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her yoga pants.  She was gnawing her lower lip, and looked a little afraid now.  She should be, because Dave wasn’t in the mood to be gentle with her.

“What?” he grated, then narrowed his eyes.  “No changing your mind now.”

Her cheeks practically glowed red.  “Um, I’m not changing my mind, but you need to know something.  I, ah, have a little, ah…secret.”

“Holy shit, you’re not a man are you?” Dave asked, laughter warring with more than a little fear inside of him. “That would definitely explain a lot.”

Susan’s face got redder if that was possible, and gauging from her pinched lips, the added color was probably from anger.  “No, I’m not a man.  You’ll know that without a doubt shortly,” she replied indignantly.  “But I will kick your ass like one if you come out with a comment like that again.” Roughly, Susan shoved her pants down to her knees, then took one leg out.  She removed her other leg and dropped the pants on top of his shirt.  Pinning him with her angry blue gaze, she grated, “I have a piercing, asshole.”

Her words zipped down his spine and shot straight to the end of his dick.  “You
what
?” he asked, his temperature rising at least twenty degrees.

Susan stood there for a second, then pulled her tank over her head.  In only her bra with her amazing breasts showing over the tops of the cups, Susan Whitmore had to be the sexiest woman he’d ever seen in his life.  But she also looked very uncomfortable as she waited for his response to her announcement. 

Dave was a little too stunned to speak at the moment, but knew he had to say something.  He stepped forward to run his finger along the top of her cup, her nipples hardened and she shivered.  Stroking a finger up the valley between her breasts, Dave tipped her chin up.  “I think it’s sexy that you’re pierced there.”  She was the first woman he’d ever known who was, and cringed to think of how painful it must’ve been to have that done.  “I’m curious though, why?”

“I couldn’t get there with Carlos, and he suggested it,” she said with a shrug, her expression nowhere near as nonchalant as her tone.  “He thought it would help.”

Although hearing about her sex life with another man was the last thing he wanted right at the moment, Dave couldn’t help but ask, “Did it help?” 

It might be arrogant, but he had no doubt he could get her there.  Some women just took a little more time and patience.  Dave had plenty of patience, and enjoyed the getting her there part as much as getting off himself.

“I don’t know,” she replied with a nervous laugh.  “I just got it done a couple of months ago, and couldn’t have sex while it healed.  Carlos and I broke up.”  She shrugged, then smiled widely.  “I do know one thing, it definitely makes me want to have it.”

Dave turned and reached into the shower to test the water.  He slid his underwear down to his ankles and turned back to find Susan’s mesmerized gaze glued to his ass.  He turned to face her and her eyes widened, before she dragged them slowly up to his.   After blinking twice, she blew out a breath.  “Damn, boy.”

“
Boy
?” Dave repeated with a laugh.  “Get your pretty ass in this shower and I’ll show you boy,” he said holding his hand out to her. 

She shivered, as she put her hand in his, and he pulled her to him.  Her softness melded with his body, her hardened nipples scraped his chest and Dave moaned.  Walking backward, he dragged her into the shower with him, as he devoured her mouth.  He slid the shower door closed, steam surrounded them, and water came from every direction as he turned to pin her body to the shower wall with his.  Shoving his hand into her hair, Dave fisted it to pull her head back and taste her neck.  Soft and sweet, he licked one spot, then another, before sucking hard on the pulse pounding there, dragging a throaty moan from her.  Several tiny nips down to her shoulder and Susan whimpered as she squirmed against him.  Hard to get there?  Dave found that hard to believe considering her intense reactions.  Carlos was an idiot.

“Please, Logan,” she begged breathlessly, rubbing her calf along his.  Shifting her hips, Susan pressed up on her toes and his cock slipped between her thighs.  Dave moaned as her slick heat glided over him, and he fought off an orgasm. 

His fingers dug deeper into her ass to stop her.  The incredible feel of her flesh sliding over him, also reminded him of something else.  “I need to get a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” Susan replied with a groan, dropping her forehead to his shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter,” Dave said stepping back.  “This is temporary, Susan, and I don’t want to complicate things.  I need to protect both of us, but I should’ve thought about it before we got in here.  I’m sorry.”

Susan sighed heavily.  “Totally not sexy, Logan,” she said taking a step to sit on the bench seat at the back of the shower.  She folded her arms over her breasts, and he’d swear her bottom lip was poking out. “I was really close.”

“A baby or something worse is less sexy.  And you’ll be really close again very quickly, just trust me,” he said with a laugh as he opened the door. 

The apprehension and frustration, desperation almost, in her voice tugged at something inside of him.  Susan really thought she had a problem.  Dave was going to show her she didn’t.  As soon as he got suited up.  He was so damned rusty, he’d forgotten, which shocked the shit out of him.  Jerking a towel off of the rack, he prayed that box was still in his bedroom.

It took five minutes, but Dave finally found them in his go bag at the bottom of his closet.  He’d picked them up on his way home the night Sarah walked out on him.  Thinking of that night was like a cold blast of water to his libido, as he walked back to the bathroom.  What finished the job was finding Susan asleep on the bench seat in the shower. 

Tossing the box onto the vanity with a heavy sigh, Dave got into the shower and washed quickly, then cleaned her up as best he could.  Susan stirred, but didn’t wake up by the time he shut off the shower.  Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he went back into the shower and wrapped it around her. 

“Wake up, Sue,” he said, gently shaking her shoulder.  Dave stared at her a moment, wondering how a woman who was so conflicted in her waking hours could look so peaceful while she slept.  He shook her once more, and it became apparent she wasn’t going to wake up. Sliding his arm under her legs, Dave lifted her to carry her out of the bathroom. 

Almost to his bedroom door, Dave stopped as tiredness washed over him.  His legs felt like noodles, and one more step might make them collapse.  Instead of carrying her to the spare bedroom as planned, he reversed direction and brought her to his bed where he gently laid her down.  Working the covers from under her body, he covered her up before crawling in beside her.  His last waking thought was
damn, I’m getting old
.

Susan was as warm and comfortable as she’d ever been in her life. Soft, silky fur tickled her cheek and her lower body was jerked roughly.  Dragged from a delicious dream, her lids fluttered open.  She gasped when her eyes met Dave Logan’s sleepy blue gaze. 

“You’re a cover hog,” he complained, yanking on the comforter again.  The cover released and when her body settled it was in direct contact with his hot, hard thigh.  Warm, liquid sensations floated through her body, as his musky morning smell wafted up to her nose.  She snuggled her cheek into his shoulder, as she ran her foot along his calf.  Her knee connected with his impressive wakeup wood and she stopped to look up at him.  Holding his gaze, she smoothed her inner thigh over his erection and he groaned. 

Susan leaned up to nuzzle her face against his cheek, and breathed into his ear, “Well, you deserve to be left in the cold for leaving me there earlier.”

Dave’s breath hitched, his hands shot out to grip her shoulders, and in one fluid motion, he flipped her as well as she ever had any jiu jitsu opponent.  His big, hard body pinned her to the mattress, as his bigger and even harder erection dug into her hip.  Logan shoved his hand under the cover and nudged her thighs wider.  “Let’s see if we can’t warm you up a little then,” he murmured, skimming his fingers lightly up the inside of her thigh.  He kissed the base of her neck, and gooseflesh broke out all over her body. 

“Warmer?” he asked licking upward to kiss her chin.

“Mmm…” she replied, her breath coming faster, her heart taking erratic leaps in her chest.  His hand moved to the top of her thighs, and he slicked a finger through her folds.  When he reached the top, his body tensed.  Electricity shot through her as he made one slow, experimental circle there.  The j-bar dug into her clit, a violent tremor rocked her, and a gurgling moan became trapped in her throat.  Logan kissed the center of her throat, and sucked there, as he made another slow circle over her piercing.  The friction, the perfect pressure of his fingers created a sensation so intense it was almost too much to bear.  Susan mange to bear it two more rotations, then her mind froze, her heart squeezed and she screamed as her body vibrated with the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had in her life.  Wave after intense wave crashed over her, stealing her breath, but Dave didn’t stop. He kept her riding the waves, anticipating the next.  When she couldn’t take any more, she grabbed his wrist. 

“Enough,” she said and didn’t recognize the raspy, raw voice.  “Fuck me, Logan,” she begged, her inner muscles itching to feel the stretch, needing it. 

Logan laughed against her skin, then kissed her chin, before he shoved his hand under her head, into her hair.  He gripped her skull and held her eyes.  “You’re barely room temperature, sweet cheeks.  I think you’re right, we need to work on your responsiveness a little more.  Something must be wrong with you,” he said dropping a quick kiss on her mouth.  “When you beg me to stop, we’ll move things along,” he said casually, as if he planned on spending all day on his sensual torture of her. 

The problem was Susan wouldn’t last all day.  Given one more round of what she’d just had, and she’d probably be melted into a puddle on his sheets.  “I need you inside me, Logan…I’m ready,” she pleaded, pinching her thighs against his hand, wiggling her hips, trying to get him to quench the itch inside her body.

Logan laughed again, as if she was a simpleton.  He dipped a finger inside her body, and Susan moaned as her body clamped around the digit.  Logan sucked in a breath, and smiled a sexy, satisfied smile.  “Nah, sweet cheeks, you’re just wet.  I want that pussy on fire for me, before I fuck you.  We have a long, long way to go,” he growled, as he began moving his finger inside her body.  Between his unexpected dirty words, and the finger he was using to massage a magic spot about two inches inside her body, Susan was already on fire.  Burning brighter by the second, as he added a second finger to whatever the hell he was doing to her.