C5 Where Danger Hides: Chapter Five
Noah followed her to her house, where a black Expedition not unlike the one he drove was waiting at the curb.
I wonder if they just order a fleet of them?
As they pulled into her driveway, two men got out of the vehicle and came toward them. Taylor parked her car in the garage and waited for the men to approach her. Noah took care of the introductions.
“Joe Deland, Grant McCoy. Meet Taylor Scott.” He held out his hand. “Keys.”
His face was a mask of patience. “They’ll need them to lock up your house and move your car. I think you should probably sell both of them. You won’t need them anymore.”
“Wait just a damn minute here.” She planted her feet and summoned her newly found self-possession. “Are you giving orders again? I want to make sure I have something to come back to. This could all fall apart.” She twisted away from him. “Or a month from now, I could no longer be useful and you’ll send me back like discarded luggage.”
He turned her around and tilted her chin up with his hand. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”
His face was taut with tension, but that elusive something flashed in his eyes again. He was so close his warm breath whispered across her skin. His tantalizing scent drifted across her nose.
I have to get control here. I can’t let him do this to me or I’ll lose the battle.
She headed for the stairs. “I’m also not making any changes to my financial accounts or anything else here. According to you, I’ll be well provided for in that department. This is my insurance if this scheme of yours falls apart.”
“Fine.” He followed her up to her room. “Just pack so we can get the hell out of here. Only what you absolutely need. Anything else, the personal shopper can take care of.”
But she chose not to argue again at that moment. She simply marched into her room, opened the closet and pulled a suitcase from the top shelf. A door slammed and when she turned around, Noah was an inch away from her.
No. No, no, no. I can’t let this happen.
They stared at each other, heat shimmering between them. Whatever this was, it was stronger than the pull of the most addictive drug. Her earlier anger, which had thrown up an effective shield between them, dissipated the moment he took one step closer to her. The hunger she saw in his eyes matched her own. Her pulse ratcheted up, her breath caught in her throat and hostility fled in the surge of desire that raced through her. She wanted to rip off her clothes as she’d done in the hotel and beg him to take her. Right here, right now.
He reached for the buttons on her blouse and began to thread them through the buttonholes. “You’ll need to change into something more comfortable for travel. I’ll help you.”
Taylor shook, undone by the sensations rocketing through her. “You said we had to hurry.” What is the matter with me? Why don’t I push him away?
“My cock is so hard I promise you this won’t take long. If I don’t get inside you soon…” His voice was thick with need as he deftly removed her clothing.
She was powerless to stop him. His touch aroused her, his heated gaze mesmerized her and rational thought deserted her. “The two men…”
“Are busy doing other things. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop. Right now.” His eyes burned into her.
She was cemented in place by the heat of his gaze, the grip of his hands, the insistent throbbing in her womb. Tell him no? That was what she should do, but her treacherous, newly awakened body had other ideas. She wanted him buried deep inside her as much as he wanted to be there.
“All right, then.” His hands were shaking. “God, Taylor, I have to touch you. Taste you. I want five hours with you, not five minutes. But I’ll take what I can get. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to control myself tonight?”
“You don’t seem to be controlling yourself now.” Her voice was none too steady.
“You have no idea. The minute I get within five feet of you, all I want to do is plunge myself inside you,” he ground out. “I want to rip off every stitch of your clothing and run my tongue over every inch of you. Do you have any idea how unlike me that is?”
She gave a shaky laugh. “That ought to spice up the activities when we get to San Antonio.”
He paused as he was about to slide her thong down her legs. “You don’t have to worry about me embarrassing you at Arroyo. Even a savage like me can understand the importance of not giving people ammunition. We’ll be under a microscope. There’ll be no signal from me that there’s anything to find.”
His voice softened slightly. He cupped her breasts in his palms, rubbing his thumbs gently over her nipples. “But I can’t promise the same when we’re alone. Be warned. I’ll take advantage of every minute we’re alone together to fuck you senseless. God help me, you’re a craving I can’t seem to satisfy.”
“You resent that,” she said with a shrewd look even as her legs turned weak and shaky and her heart raced.
“Damn straight.” His voice wasn’t much steadier than hers. “I don’t give anyone that kind of control over me.”
She was having trouble with her breathing, his nearness overwhelming her. “What’s happening with us, Noah? What is this thing between us, as you keep calling it?”
“Let’s hope it’s not the devil having a good laugh at our expense.” He touched a finger to her lips. “No more talking. We have to hurry.”
I’m out of my mind.
That was the last intelligent thought she had.
Then they were both naked and Taylor was flat on her back on the bed, knees bent and legs spread. Noah stroked the insides of her thighs, down then back to her open sex. He lightly caressed her folds with one finger and flicked against her clit, sending bolts of electricity stabbing through. Her flesh begged for him to ease the ache that spread outward from her open cunt. But still he stroked, his hands everywhere, finding the sensitive places behind her knees and in the crease of her thighs.
“Still pissed off at me? Having second thoughts? There’s danger everywhere, little girl, but none greater than you’ll find with me.” His gaze pinned her. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
Stop? Stopping her next breath might be easier. Just the touch of his hands or the wonderful male scent of him scrambled her brain and set her body to vibrating.
“I thought so. You might try to make the rules every place else, but in the bedroom, I’m in charge. You’d do well to remember that.”
If she had one functioning piece of her brain, she’d tell him to get off her and go to hell, but she was powerless in the spell he seemed to weave around her.
His face was taut with the effort of control, but he seemed determined to deny himself—deny them both—until he’d touched and looked his fill, despite the crush of time.
“Beautiful.” The word escaped on a puff of breath. “Taylor, your cunt is exquisite.”
His words fed the need rising in her. Do it. Do it. Do it.
Noah leaned down and slipped one finger into her open pussy. “Drenched. I knew it would be. You’re as hot for this as I am.”
His touch was like liquid heat, scorching her everywhere he touched.
He trailed the finger down from her clit past the tight opening of her sheath, leaving a damp trail, until he reached the tight ring of her anus. When he pushed his finger into the furled muscle, she nearly came from that sensation alone.
“Yessss,” she hissed, trying to clench around the intruding digit.
“Jesus, Taylor.” The words escaped on a gasp. “You’re going to burn me alive.” He leaned down and placed an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. “Not now, but soon, I’m going to help you get this exquisite little ass ready to take my cock. The preparation will be almost as good as the real thing.” His eyes shone with his heat. “Maybe you’ll run. Maybe you won’t. But if you stay, I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been.”
She had no idea what he meant. She hadn’t been anywhere. Right now, all she wanted was to feel him inside her.
He kept his eyes locked on hers while he rolled a condom onto his throbbing erection. Then he cupped her breasts, grasping her nipples as he licked a path along her already weeping sex.
She was torn between knowing she should push him away and wanting his thick cock inside her again.
“Don’t talk.” His voice was strained. “I wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you the minute I walked into your office. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve dreamed about this tight little pussy for a month.”
He did the only thing that could shut her up. He brought his mouth down on hers, hot and demanding, probing and striking with his tongue, scouring every inch of that heated cavern. There was nothing soft or gentle about the kiss and it sent a message loud and clear. He would have her any time, any place and she’d be powerless to stop him.
Did she even want to? She could hardly speak, the flame consuming her body also stealing her breath. There was no question who was in control here.
He shifted to pull her legs over his shoulders, the hair on his chest brushing her thighs. He opened her wide as he rested the head of his cock at her opening. Taking a deep breath, he pushed, once, twice, three times and with a strong thrust, he was inside her.
Taylor was sure every inch of her was stretched beyond the limits of endurance and yet she wanted more. She locked her ankles behind his neck, thrusting her hips at him and trying to suck him even deeper inside her. Then he began to move—not the slow and steady pace he’d set that first night, but a rapid pistoning of his hips, driving her against the smooth surface of the coverlet. He leaned back from her a millimeter and slipped one hand between them to find her clit and rub.
She exploded, the orgasm shaking her like a violent fist, just as he climaxed inside her, his cock pulsing in her tight grasp. She shoved a hand into her mouth to keep from screaming. Noah’s big body shuddered as the spasms ripped through him and his heart thundered against hers. His cock throbbed within her, the tremors of her climax milking him. For a month that night had haunted her dreams, leaving her shaken and frustrated in the morning. Now the reality was here and it was even more than she remembered.
Then it was over, like a hurricane that had swept through, leaving devastation in its path.
Noah leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing still unsteady. “I don’t like quickies. They’re crude and I have far more respect for you than that.” His mouth twisted. “Though I’m sure you have a hard time believing that right now. This is not what I want for you. For us.”
She just looked at him, trying to gather the tattered edges of her emotions.
“But all I had to do was look at you again and my cock was so hard I thought it would poke a hole in my trousers. Next time, I’ll take longer. Much, much longer. You have no idea the things I want to do to that hot little body of yours.” His eyes glittered. “Including fucking that tight virgin ass. Be warned.”
He slid out of her cunt, pushed himself to his feet and headed for the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Taylor was still trying to steady her pulse. “And I suppose I have nothing to say about it?”
He was on her in seconds, his face close to hers, his warm breath a heated breeze on her skin. “Just tell me to stop. Tell me no, and it ends right here, right now.” When she didn’t say a word, he nodded. “I thought so. Your cunt was so wet for me I slid right into it.” He pushed himself away. “Get dressed. We need to get going.”
She stared at him, openmouthed, astonished at his audacity. But her body had been all the evidence he needed. There was no way she could deny her arousal.
Damn, damn, damn.
She rolled off the bed and got to her feet, grabbing underwear from one of her drawers. Standing there in her thong and bra—modesty seemed false at this point—she began throwing things into her suitcase. When she turned toward the bathroom, Noah was already back in the room and dressed.
“This changes nothing,” she told him.
“Ten minutes,” he said and walked out of the room.
Taylor picked up a shoe and threw it at the closing door.
This can’t happen again. I can’t let it happen again. I can’t let him take me over.
She repeated it over and over to herself, like a mantra, as she dressed and finished packing. But even as she said the words, she knew she’d be helpless to resist. Noah Cantrell was like a powerful tidal wave surging over her and swamping her, tossing her about then rolling in again.
Another fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, dummy.
But, in less than ten minutes, she was ready, dressed in linen slacks and a silk blouse, hair pulled back in a clip and makeup repaired. She wished she’d had time for a shower. That would be her first order of business when they got to wherever they were going.
Noah entered the room without knocking and raked his eyes over her with an assessing gaze. He nodded. “Good. You’ll do.”
She bit back the smart remark that leaped up to her lips, instead grabbing her jacket and following him downstairs. “I’ll need my briefcase and laptop, too. They’re in my car.”
“I thought so,” he called back to her. “I had Joe move them.”
She waited in the Expedition while he and the two men huddled for another minute or two. Then he was beside her and they were away from the curb.
Away. Away from her house. Her city, the place where she’d grown up. Away from everything familiar, everything she’d known all her life. But instead of feeling trepidation, she was gripped by an incredible feeling of relief. Even excitement.
“When we’re on the plane, I’ll have several things to go over with you.”
Noah’s was voice so impersonal she had to wonder if this was the same man who’d just fucked her brains out. Then she realized he was back in his business persona, an attitude she too would have to cultivate and keep in place before the plane landed and she walked into her new life.
That was the end of the conversation.
Thirty minutes later, they pulled up to a private aviation hanger at Tampa International Airport. A man nearly as tall as Noah, in jeans and a T-shirt, walked out of the offices and the two men shook hands. Noah pointed to the SUV and the man nodded and came forward. Taylor watched him take her things out of the vehicle and head toward the plane that stood waiting on the tarmac.
She’d seen one like it before. One of the firm’s clients had flown her and Bob Clemens to an investors’ meeting last year. A Gulfstream G280, the ultimate in private luxury for small planes. Noah took her arm and led her up the waiting stairway, nodding to a man in black slacks and white shirt who stood at the foot.
“Good evening, Mr. Cantrell.”
“Carlos. This is Miss Scott.”
“Yes. Welcome aboard, Miss Scott. I’ll be ready to serve you as soon as we level off.”
Taylor blinked. “Serve me?”
Noah hustled her up the stairs.
“Serve?” she repeated.
“We didn’t get any dinner. I’m sure you’re hungry. I phoned and asked Carlos to have some club sandwiches and pastries ready. I hope that suits you.”
She blinked again. “Oh.” Then she got a look at the interior of the plane and almost stumbled.
She might have been in a living room, one carpeted in thick gray shag with furniture upholstered in navy leather and denim tweed. Heavy oak tables were placed for maximum efficiency. When Taylor bumped into one and it didn’t move, she realized they, like the furniture and lamps, were bolted to the floor.
Noah led her through a door into a combination bedroom and office. A desk against one wall held a computer, fax machine and an impressive array of electronics she couldn’t begin to identify. But what captured her attention was the huge king-sized bed in the center of the room, covered with a thick comforter.
She looked up at Noah.
“In case you need to sleep.” His eyes smoldered. “Or anything else.”
She cleared her throat. “I don’t think we ought to…”
He shook his head. “Not tonight. We have business to take care of. But other times? Who knows?” He pointed at another door. “Bathroom’s in there if you want to freshen up. Meanwhile, let’s get belted in. As soon as Carlos serves us, I’ll fill in the blanks for you.”
Captain Sam Leland came back to the cabin to introduce himself, along with the copilot, George Monroe. Less than five minutes later, they were belted into two of the blue leather armchairs and the plane taxied down the runway. Taylor swallowed and watched the runway lights flash past them.
What the hell am I getting myself into?