Texas Lightning Page 5

  The corners of his mouth turned up devilishly. He bent his head and placed a soft kiss at the juncture of her collar bones, his lips so soft they almost tickled.

  “Chase…” She hated the need in her voice, hated that this man could bring her to begging. She was going to demand her due, tell him that he’d better get on with it or get out.

  He dragged his teeth down one breast, pulling the cotton cup of her pink bra down with them. They scraped over her sensitive nipple, making her moan, before securing the cup snuggly below her soft curve, exposing her to Chase’s gaze. His eyes glittered hotly and all thoughts of kicking him out flew from her mind.

  He slowly laved her areola, not touching the pink nub that had hardened to the point of pain. “Turn over,” he ordered before helping her flip onto her stomach. He unhooked her bra, biting gently at her shoulder blade before turning her back over and removing her bra completely. He captured both of her wrists in his large grip and pinned them over her head. His free hand cupped her breast, the thumb caressing the soft skin underneath. “Christ you’re beautiful.”

  She swallowed, blinking back tears. She had forgotten that. The way he had made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Andie knew she was pretty enough, but she had flaws like everyone else. Her breasts were too small for most men’s liking, her hips too narrow. Her upturned nose always made her feel like an overgrown Shirley Temple.

  But when Chase told her she was beautiful, the sincerity in his eyes made her believe that to him, she had no equal. It was an addictive feeling. Her heart thundered in her chest until it ached. Damn, it was going to hurt when he left again.

  He bent his head and suck her taut nipple into his mouth.

  Her breath caught. Well, she’d just have to suck it up when the time came. She was going to enjoy the here and now.

  His hand brushed across her stomach, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She lifted her hips to help him lower the denim, but he placed his hand in the open vee at the zipper instead. He trailed his middle finger over her panties, tracing the line of her outer lips then circling her clit. He leisurely repeated the pattern while his lips and teeth continued to play with her breasts.

  A slow burn tormented her body. She shifted her legs and tried to increase the pressure. “Faster,” she whispered.

  “No.”

  Andie tugged at her hands but they remained trapped. “Harder?” she pleaded.

  He chuckled. Evilly to her ears. She thrust her hips uselessly against his fingers. “Chase!”

  He slipped his finger underneath the cotton and finally his flesh touched hers, right where she needed it. His digit slid easily through her folds, dredging up her moisture and swirling it around her clit. She moaned “Oh God” the same instant he growled “Fuck.”

  Chase released his hold on her and attacked her pants, yanking them and her panties down her body. They tangled around her boots and he cursed as he yanked them off and tossed them across the room. “Don’t move,” he told her, then quickly shucked off his own remaining clothes. He strode into the bathroom and returned with a small box that he tossed onto the bed next to her.

  She reached for the condoms, barely managing to open a foil package before one large hand gripped her ankle and dragged her down the bed, reeling her in to him.

  He prowled over her, trapping her between his hands and knees, and her stomach fluttered. He would never hurt her, but he was big enough to take what he wanted, demand her response. She had never felt vulnerable with any man except this one, and perversely, her body responded with an onslaught of raw physical desire. Her skin burned for his touch.

  He ran his nose along the line of her throat before settling his body on her. She knew he held a lot of his weight on his forearms, but she still felt the heavy press, the pleasurable meeting of his edges to her soft curves. His body pinned hers easily and instead of feeling trapped, she felt secure.

  While she was in his bed, she was his, and that sense of belonging felt amazing.

  He brushed his lips against her eyelids, making them flutter closed. “I am going to taste every inch of you,” he said, then proceeded to do just that. He nibbled and licked across her skin, paying not nearly enough attention to her sensitive breasts that ached for his mouth, and too much time at the ticklish juncture of her hip and her waist. His lips curved against her skin as she wriggled beneath him.

  “Chase,” she warned in a low voice while pushing ineffectually at his chest. “Enough teasing.”

  One last nip. “Okay,” he said and moved lower. The crease behind her knee, the arch of her foot, he lavished attention on every spot until finally settling between her legs, his broad shoulders wedging them apart. He buried his nose in her thatch of neatly trimmed hair and inhaled deeply.

  “God, I’ve missed this.” His breath caressed her hot flesh and she shivered. He sounded so sincere. She stared at the ceiling and tried to even out her breathing, her chest squeezing. He hadn’t missed her. Just certain parts of her.

  Why couldn’t he just fuck her? Why did he have to make the moment seem so…intimate?

  “Please, Chase.” She wasn’t quite sure what she was asking of him. Please don’t say those things? Please just take her?

  Please don’t break her heart?

  He took it as another type of plea. His teeth tugged at her lips, opening her to him. He lapped at her arousal, and a satisfied hum vibrated through her folds. He fucked her with his tongue, slow and easy, before flicking at her clit and then repeating the whole process again and again.

  The slow build-up was driving her crazy. She clutched at the duvet, her nails marking her palms even through the soft down barrier. But she remembered where this would end, how good he could make her feel with his mouth, and she let him torment her with his slow pace. The payoff was always worth it with Chase.

  Her breath stuttered and she had to focus on filling her lungs. Her internal muscles clenched in anticipation. Her thighs tightened around him. She was so close…

  And he stopped.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was an indignant squawk, but she no longer cared how she sounded.

  Chase crawled up her, stopping a moment to dip his tongue into her belly button, before settling himself in a seated position at the headboard. He quickly sheathed himself with the condom before tugging her up onto her knees and toward him. “I know you. You always want to nap after you come. I don’t want this night to end before it begins.”

  Heat flushed across her cheeks and chest. “Yeah, but you never let me nap,” she grumbled, straddling his legs with her own.

  He smiled at her words, a smile so sexy it almost distracted her from the erection pressed between their stomachs.

  Almost.

  She reached down and grabbed its base, her other hand stroking the sensitive crease between his heavy balls. She didn’t want to appear too eager after that tease of his, but she had to admit she wanted him to be deep inside her when she came as well.

  She tightened her grip until he let out a soft groan. “Baby, please.”

  She smiled. “If you don’t like to be played with, you shouldn’t play with others.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips before slowly moving her hand up and down.

  “Baby…” He dug his fingers into her hips.

  She locked eyes with him, and her hand on his cock faltered. The desire in them almost drowned her. She did this to him. They did this to each other. Andie didn’t want to wait any longer.

  She raised her hips and nestled him at her opening. Easing herself down, she sucked in a breath as his girth stretched her.

  His hands stilled her descent. “Easy.” His eyelids were at half-mast and a muscle flickered in his jaw, but he was back in control. He adjusted her hips, and she slid down his shaft a couple more inches. His eyes closed fully then, and he rested his head back on the headboard. “Christ, you feel so good. So tight.”

  She started a gentle up and down motion,
each downstroke sinking lower until finally she was fully seated. She rested there a moment, enjoying the slight burn of being so full, clenching her muscles rhythmically around him until he groaned in frustration.

  She leaned back, resting her palms on his firm thighs, and began to move. The angle dragged his shaft against a bundle of nerves inside her core and she bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

  His muscles bunched under her hands with each upstroke. His flat stomach tensed when she slid back down. His face was slack with pleasure, only the corners of his lips curved slightly.

  At that moment, she owned him, and the power that came with that ratcheted up her own pleasure. Her movements became jerky, a blissful ache sweeping her body, destroying her focus.

  He swept his large hands up her back and pulled her toward him, taking control of their lovemaking. He lowered one of his hands to cup her ass and guided her motions. Her clit ground against him with every stroke, the crisp hair above his groin increasing the sensation. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest and the combined frictions made her whimper. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as she rode him.

  He was all around her. His scent. His arms. His fingers trailed down her back and Andie’s spine bowed from the electricity flowing from his caress. Her skin felt like a live wire where he touched her. As if his touch was getting under her skin. She didn’t know how it was possible, but this was even better than she remembered.

  Her belly felt heavy as tension coiled around her. Her hips moved instinctively, pounding onto Chase’s. She wanted to beg but didn’t have enough air to form the words. Instead, she turned her face into his neck and bit the protruding tendon.

  He understood. With both hands at her hips, Chase increased their pace. Her little moans joined the sounds of their bodies thrusting together, the slap of skin on skin, the wet suction of his cock plunging in and out of her sopping entrance. Her core tightened and tightened like a vise until she had nowhere left to go but over the edge.

  She burst. Her teeth dug into his flesh, her nails digging into his sides. Andie knew she was probably breaking his skin but she couldn’t release her grip. Waves of pleasure rippled out from her core, sweeping every inch of her body. Her head spun and it took her a moment to realize that Chase had rolled them to her back, frantically pounding into her, each stroke along her hyper-sensitive walls prolonging her orgasm.

  Exhausted, her body went limp a second before he found his own release. He thrust deep one last time and held himself within her, his cock pulsating, a low groan slipping from his mouth.

  Her walls gently milked him while she cradled him to her, not wanting this moment to end.

  His heated flesh had cooled under her hands and their breathing had evened out when Chase finally moved. He shifted to his side, his softening cock only partially leaving her body, and gathered her close. Her legs were intertwined with his and her head rested on his biceps. “Now you can nap, baby.”

  And she did.

  Chapter Five

  Except for the intermittent click of a pen top that Andie kept pressing, the car they were conducting surveillance in was dead quiet.

  And Chase didn’t like it.

  The silence stretching between them was a continuation from this morning. He hadn’t expected Andie to roll over and wake him with professions of love, of course, but the tight smile and casual peck on the cheek she’d given him before leaving for her own room to shower and change had taken him aback.

  He pulled his focus from the front door of the taqueria in downtown Dallas and glanced at her from the corner of his eye. A folder with a photo of the man they watched for sat open on her lap, her eyes peeled to the street and stores in front of them, her body language completely relaxed. She seemed as unaffected by his presence as though last night had never happened.

  She excelled at compartmentalizing her life, and that was a good thing. It was. He wouldn’t have to feel guilty when he left her again.

  So why did he feel the need to drag her across his lap and kiss her until her cool exterior cracked? Until she admitted her desire for him hadn’t been sated last night?

  He cracked the knuckles of his left hand. What the hell was wrong with him? He was getting exactly what he wanted, a no-strings fling, and he was complaining about it? He let out a disgusted huff and looked back at the taqueria.

  They had been sitting on the restaurant since ten in the morning even though Tito Garcia wasn’t scheduled to start work until noon. It was now twelve thirty and so far the man was a no-show.

  Chase rolled his neck and sighed. He really didn’t want to have to go hunt this guy down at his home. It was always a pain in the ass when there was a screaming wife and crying kids to contend with.

  “What’s with the sigh?” Andie turned in her seat to look at him. “You hungry?”

  “I’m always hungry,” he grumbled. “But that’s not why I’m annoyed. He’s late.”

  “He is that.” She pursed her lips, and his gaze zeroed in on the plump flesh. “Garcia could have used the back entrance off the alley. What do you say we grab a burrito and check?” Without waiting for a response, she put the folder under her seat and hopped out of the car.

  The smell of grilled chicken and refried beans greeted them as they made their way to the entrance. Chase inhaled deeply and his stomach rumbled happily in anticipation. Nobody did Mexican food like Texas. Well, Mexico probably did it better, but Texas was number two.

  He held the door open for Andie and followed close behind, his gaze sweeping the small restaurant from the small open kitchen where teenagers were slapping together plates of tacos and burritos in an assembly line of food, to the small room at one end of the restaurant where he assumed the bathrooms were located. No Tito Garcia. A doorway led from the kitchen to another room where the clinking of glasses and plate ware being washed could be heard.

  Andie got in line in front of a register and stared at the menu on the wall behind the cashier’s head. Her sun-streaked hair was pulled into a ponytail, and Chase could see little teeth indentations and a slight bruise right above her collar where his mouth had lavished attention last night.

  Where he’d marked her.

  Blood streaked south and he casually adjusted his pants. He couldn’t wait to taste her again tonight, to push into her tight, wet heat…

  He snapped his head up to look at the menu. Christ, he was on the job and couldn’t afford distractions. Not now. Not when this job was so important to his kind.

  The eight individuals who were being treated by ARC for using Heaven still hadn’t recovered their paranormal abilities. NU-216 had the potential to destroy his community. As soon as he gathered substantive intel and located the potential target, he would be joined by an army of ARC investigators, and Heaven’s production would be shut down, permanently.

  Andie moved forward to place her order.

  He would have to find a way to sidetrack his Texas Ranger while ARC was taking down the kingpin. She was as stubborn as a pit bull with a bone, and he couldn’t let her find out about the Anagogic Research Council. Yes, it was now a legitimate think tank. But she would become a mite suspicious when this educational institution came down to Texas with a swat team. The knowledge that the world as she knew it was a lot more complex and dangerous than previously thought might not be accepted well.

  Not everyone could handle knowing the truth. Certainly not his parents, who had been frightened of their child who could create electricity with his hands. The fact that he had never used his power to hurt them, or anyone else as a child, hadn’t stopped them from kicking him out of their house at age fifteen.

  He rubbed his breastbone with his fist. He wouldn’t take that kind of rejection again.

  The tip of Andie’s ponytail brushed his shoulder as she stepped aside to let him order.

  Besides, she would be safer staying in her own little world.

  After ordering, he turned and stilled Andie’s hand
at her pocket. “Put your money away. I’ve got it.”

  She shifted her weight from one boot to the other. “I can buy my own lunch.”

  “I know, but I want to get it.” He forced a smile around his stiff jaw. This wasn’t a date. He knew that. But his heart and body didn’t get the memo. “Besides, we don’t want to draw attention to us.”

  She looked around and caught the cashier looking at them curiously. “Fine,” she gritted out then sent a sweet smile his way, one that never reached her eyes. “Thank you.”

  After paying, Chase knew he was pushing his luck when he put his hand on the base of her spine and guided her to a table to wait for their order. Her ramrod straight posture gave him a perverse delight. She was feeling something for him, even if it was only irritation. He had to admit that he enjoyed pushing her buttons, both in bed and out. Her pale blue eyes always lit up like a neon sign when he did, sending his blood crashing through his veins.

  She leaned over the table, keeping her voice low. “You shouldn’t buy me lunch. You were nice enough to buy me dinner last night, but I don’t want this to become a habit. It implies something more than there is.”

  He angled his upper body until he was close enough to catch a whiff of the lotion he knew she favored. Coconut with a hint of lime. If he hadn’t already had thoughts of eating her up, he would now. “I wanted to buy you lunch, so I bought you lunch. Don’t make a bigger deal out of it than it is.”

  He leaned back and surveyed the room. “I don’t see Garcia.” He looked toward the large grill in the corner of the open kitchen where strips of chicken and steak sizzled. “Isn’t he supposed to be the fry cook?”

  “Yes. He could be late, not coming, or he could be in the back where we can’t see him.” She stood and reached under her jacket to adjust the waistband at her side where she kept a small pistol holstered. “There’s only one way to find out.” She strode back to the cashier and asked to speak with the manager.

  Chase was close on her heels. “Remember, this is supposed to be a discreet take-down. We don’t want word getting back to his bosses that he’s been arrested. Maybe we should wait until after we eat.”