ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (71 page)

“You
know, nobody tells you how fucking bad it hurts to get shot in one of these things.”

“What
if he shot you in the head?” I replied, tears pouring out of my eyes.

“Would
you still love me if I wasn’t quite as beautiful?” Nathan replied, offering up
a faint smile.

I
nodded mutely, meeting his gaze. “I saved you,” I whispered. It was the only
thing I could think of, the only thing I knew to say.

As
sirens approached form around the corner, Nathan grinned. He nodded and pulled
me into his arms.

“I owe
you one,” he replied, holding onto me as I swayed in shock.

The
cavalry was here. I could see the blue and red lights flashing around us, hear
the squeals of ambulances and the steady beating of a chopper above us.

None of
it compared to the comfort Nathan’s arms brought me.
We held each other, and the world fell away.

CHAPTER NINE

“Detective…
You’re
a mess.”

I shook
my head at Nathan, stepping into his hotel room as he closed the door behind me.
A pair of private security guards stood in the hall to hold vigil. He wasn’t
completely wrong. The first shot fired had grazed my cheek, cutting a line
shallow enough not to leave much of a scar, but deep enough to make me bleed
all over the damn place. Forty-six stitches later my face was covered in enough
bandage to start the mummification process. Thankfully, my hand was in better
condition than I expected. There was still enough pulverized safety glass that
a doctor had to spend a few hours with patience and a pair of tweezers, but
thankfully, most of the damage was superficial.

It had
taken days to convince the hospital to release me, but the hassle had been well
worth it. I had no intention of staying there when I could be standing in
Nathan’s hotel room instead.

My work
wasn’t over. There was still something that had to be done, and I was the only
one who could do it.

“You
are a pain in my ass,” I told him, shaking my head as I looked him over. There
wasn’t a scratch on him, but I could tell he was still shaken. And who wouldn’t
be? We’d been through hell together. “I’m so glad I’m off your case.”

“Off my
case?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. “So you won’t be at the trial?”

The
attempted kidnapping and assassination had caused the entire trial date to be
pushed back a few days, but I had every intention of being there. Nathan still
needed me.

“Oh,
I’ll be there,” I corrected him. “Just in a support capacity. Don’t want you
falling off the wagon now that your life’s not endangered anymore. I need to
make sure you do the right thing.”

“Right,”
he said, narrowing his eyes as he looked me over. “That’s what you came here
for? To tell me you’re off the case and insult my morality?”

“Well,
that,” I answered, suppressing a grin, “and to tell you something else, too. I
wanted to say
thank you
for what you did back there. It was stupid, but
it was damn brave, too. I don’t know what would’ve happened to either of us if
you hadn’t given me that shot.”

Nathan
half-smiled. “I wasn’t about to let you take the heat for me,” he said. “You
were right about me, Detective. I haven’t been taking this seriously...”

I
nodded. “You’re damn right. But you taught me something, too: people can
change, if they want it bad enough. You just have to let them.”

“And
all it takes is a few bullets to the chest? Next time, maybe we can pick an
easier way to teach me a lesson…”

I laughed,
turning my back on him to study the hotel room. It was much nicer than the one
we’d shared at the Peachtree Overlook, with a completely separate bedroom with
what looked like a queen-sized bed. I bit my lip as I set eyes on it.

“I’ve
been wrong about you...”

I
lifted my fingers to my blouse, wincing as I began undoing the buttons at the
top. I turned back around to face him just as I revealed the lace and silk cups
of my bra.

“But
you’re the only good surprise I’ve had in a long damn time, Nathaniel Hale. And
I came here to tell you I’m off the case, which means that I no longer have an
obligation to keep my professional distance from you. We can make things as
personal as you’d like.”

Nathan
looked at me, watching me struggle to maneuver my fingers in a way that didn’t
hurt. He took a step toward me, gently clasping his hands over mine and drawing
them away from my blouse as he stared deep into my eyes.

“Oh,
I’d like them pretty damn personal,” he growled, that familiar smolder
returning to his jade green eyes.

“Good,
because this box of condoms cost a small fortune, and I’m still intent on
getting my money’s worth,” I replied as he captured my lips with his.

I
moaned into his mouth, encircling his neck in my arms as he crushed me against
his chest, lifting me from the floor to envelop me completely. I’d never had a
man devour me like this, his mouth closing over mine again and again almost
violently, with such a heat and passion that it made me weak in the knees.

I
wrapped my legs around his strong waist, feeling his hands slip down my hips
and to my ass, where he gripped me tightly as he made quick strides toward his
bed. I threw back my head as his lips moved to my neck, nipping and sucking
down to my collarbone as he placed me on my back. Heat flushed through me, a
consuming flame, one I hoped would leave nothing but ash in its wake.

I
needed Nathan. I needed him to devour me. I needed him to take me until there
was nothing left. I had never needed anyone so goddamn badly before.

“Thank
God for you,” he whispered, working through the rest of my buttons until I was
completely exposed. He looked at me with such reverence that it took my breath
away. “Goddammit, Sandra. Thank you.”

I
didn’t know what to say in reply. I only shrugged my shoulders out of the
straps of my bra, letting them fall down my arms as Nathan unhooked the clasp
at the back. I arched to make way for his fingers and felt the fabric slip away
from me, my light pink nipples stiffening in the cool air between us.

He
lowered his head instantly, closing his lips around one of them and lovingly
tracing it with his tongue. I closed my eyes, shuddering as he caressed me, his
hands tugging at my pants until he pulled them off over my toes and deposited
them on the bedroom floor.

This
was what I had been waiting for. This was what I had been craving ever since
Nathan ended up back in my life. I felt truly naked before him, utterly
vulnerable to this man as he peeled away my layers to reach my center and make
me his. This time when he took me, he’d be coming away with a lot more than
just my virginity or a quick and fun little fuck. He’d come away with my heart and
anything else I had to give him.

My
underwear was next. Nathan knelt in front of me, kissing between the valley of
my breasts and over my stomach, making me quiver with delight until he made it
to my waistband, which he promptly took between his teeth. He looked up at me
with a hungry gaze as he slid my panties off my thighs at an excruciatingly
slow pace, revealing my shaven mound already glistening with desire for him.

When my
panties hit the floor, Nathan moved back between my legs, nudging my thighs
apart to nuzzle and kiss over my pussy. I shuddered and tugged at his hair with
my good hand, my toes curling as his tongue parted my folds and laved hungrily
at my swollen, throbbing clit.

I could
feel the pleasure rolling over me in strong waves, sweeping me into a blissful
oblivion as he lapped at my needy cunt. The way Nathan touched me made my body
sing, made my very blood cry out for more. Fucking him was a full body
experience that even my nerves got in on, each one firing with joy as he
relentlessly tongued me. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, letting me
clench his head between my thighs as he sucked at me, making my eyes roll back
into my skull.

“Fuck!”
I whispered, knowing that I couldn’t be too loud. There were still his security
guards right outside the doors, and even if I was off Nathan’s case officially,
I still didn’t want them to hear what was happening in here. People talked…

But I
needed Nathan in a way I hadn’t needed any other man ever before. He was my
drug, my heroin, except I knew in my heart he’d never hurt me, never make me
waste away like what had happened my mother and Jenny. He would only ever make
me whole and safe. He was an addiction I could succumb to, lose myself in,
knowing that he would always find me and bring me back to where I was supposed
to be. With Nathan, I could never truly be lost.

I
arched again as he focused on my sweet spot, his thumbs pressing into the soft
flesh of my hips as I stifled a wail. I felt like I was being electrocuted, my
muscles twitching uncontrollably as he worked me to his heart’s content. He had
me so close to cumming already. I couldn’t bear for him to stop.

And he
didn’t. Seeing my rapture, Nathan only pressed further, wriggling his tongue
against me until I dug my nails into his scalp and let out a low groan of
unbridled ecstasy. My orgasm threatened to overwhelm me as I writhed and
flailed, my breasts heaving with each labored breath I took, every fiber of my
being unraveling as this man dangled me over the precipice of divine bliss.

“Nathan!” I pleaded. “Please!”

And
like so many times before, Nathan knew exactly what I wanted. He stood up,
pulled off his shirt, and crawled on top of me, kissing me so tenderly I
thought I might melt. Everything about him was burning hot. Touching him was an
exquisite kind of pain.

I
reached down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down over his hips until I
could feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh. He was warm and thick, as
incredible as he’d always been as he pulled back just enough to press into my
slit. I was so wet that he slipped along my folds, teasing me with his tip.

I
hesitated. “The condoms,” I said, pointing toward my purse. Nathan held me
there, our bare flesh on the brink of becoming one.

“You
saved my life, Sandra… I want you now, just like this. I don’t care what the
consequences are.”

“Oh
God… Fuck me Nathan. Please!”

I
lifted my hips to guide him toward my center. He held himself at my opening,
teasing me with tiny little thrusts that never pushed him entirely inside. I
whimpered and looked up at him, caressing his face with both hands as I gazed
into his eyes.

“Please,”
I implored again. I was feverish, sweat forming on my brow. I needed this man’s
cock, and he knew it.

He
grinned, and for a moment, he was that cocky and spoiled rich kid who bent me
over his desk and too my innocence. Although I’d never let him affect me then,
I admitted to myself now that those arrogant grins were so goddamn hot.

I
kissed him again as he thrust into me, driving away all the pain and regret I’d
held inside me since Momma and Jenny. I held onto him tight, pressing my face
into the curve of his neck as he took me, filling me with his warmth, his
tenderness, and his love.

He
moved inside of me, thrusting steadily, covering my body in tiny grateful
kisses as I ran my fingers through his hair, clutching any part of him I could.
He was so perfect.
We
were so perfect, the two of us together. We were
broken apart, but with one another, we were healing.

“What
if I get pregnant,” I whispered between panting gasps.

“Then
you’ll give me everything I’ve ever wanted,” Nathan replied, gripping me
tighter and driving him cock deep. With every thrust, our jagged edges
collided, smoothing us into jewels that could only shine when we were together.
With every gasp, I felt a little bit of him flow into me, forging a bond I knew
could never break. With every pass of his hands through my hair, over my neck,
down the side of my wriggling body, I felt more and more like we were meant to
be.

The
deeper he pushed into me, the more I felt how much we belonged together. We fit
so perfectly in each other’s arms. It was like I’d been missing a piece of
myself since as far back as I could remember, and now I’d finally found it. I
was never letting go.

I
shuddered as I felt him swell inside me. His breath was hot on my ear, coming
in short bursts, in desperate gasps. I pulled back, looking into his eyes and
seeing the pleasured strain on his face. I knew he needed the release just as
much as I did.

“Let it
go,” I cooed to him, holding his face in both my hands regardless of the pain.
“Go ahead, Nathan.”

He
looked into my eyes as he bit his lip and released inside of me, relinquishing
his own pain, guilt, and doubt with each pulse of his orgasm. I held his gaze,
watching the rapture overtake him, watching as both our bodies let go of all
the darkness we’d been carrying and finally ascended into the light.

When he
lay in my arms, head burrowed into my breasts, I knew everything was going to
be all right. The trial tomorrow, Peter Wallace’s fate—none of it mattered. We
were free.