Black Jack (12 page)

exist within the life she had led before six years ago.

She wasn’t Lady Victoria Lillian Harrington any longer.

She wasn’t the person in that investigator’s report either.

She was Lilly Belle. And Lilly had waited far too long to claim the man she ached so

desperately for.

As Travis’s kiss consumed her, his tongue stroking across hers, his lips sealing hers, Lilly

felt emotions surging inside her that she wasn’t certain what to do with.

Heat and hunger held her now. As his hands moved beneath the thin sleeveless top she

wore, his callused palms and fingers stroking against her flesh, she knew she might not

survive the day if she didn’t get more.

So much more.

She wanted to lie beneath him. She wanted to feel him pressing her into a bed, his body

covering her, his possession of her burning through her sex.

Feeling the material of the silken shirt dragging over her breasts, Lilly lifted her arms,

moaning as he released her lips to pull the silk over her head.

It was tossed aside negligently as her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt, quickly

pushing it over his powerful shoulders as her lips went to his neck, his upper chest.

She could feel the muscles beneath her lips flexing as pleasure surged through his body. His

hands were just as desperate as hers as they stroked over her back, then allowed one hard

palm to cup her breast through the lace of her bra.

The pleasure of it drew her tight. She lifted closer to him, pushing her breast more firmly

into his hand as his fingers began to pluck at the tight peak of her nipple.

“Travis.” She whispered his name imploringly as his lips moved to her neck, spreading

stinging kisses along her flesh as he suddenly lifted her.

A second later she found herself on her back on the couch. The cool material of the

cushions stroked against her shoulder blades as he came over her, his thigh pushing tight and

hard between hers until it was wedged firmly against her pussy.

Her clit swelled and throbbed with impatience. Her juices dampened the swollen folds and

the silk of her panties, the friction causing her to grind her sex against the hard muscle of his

thigh.

This was what she needed.

Her neck arched as his lips moved to her breasts, his fingers pushing the material of her bra

to the side until they encased the swollen mounds and pushed them closer together.

Tight hard nipples begged for his touch, his kiss. They ached for the stroke of his tongue

and the suckling pressure of his hot mouth.

She had told herself on the drive over that she was coming here for answers, but that wasn’t

all she needed from him.

This was what had haunted her through the long, lonely nights for the past months. This

hunger, this need for the touch of one man.

“Damn you,” he growled, pressing closer to her, the hard length of his cock, separated by

their clothing, pressing into her lower stomach as one hand gripped her hip and urged her

closer.

His lips were at her breast, stroking over a nipple, heating it with the slight velvety rasp of

his lips as Lilly shuddered beneath him. The pleasure was like a stroke of electric heat along

her nerve endings as it raced to her clit to flare with vibrant sensation.

“Damn me?” she groaned back at him, her fingers burrowing into his hair. “You tortured

me all night. This was all I could think about.”

Well, the majority of it anyway. There was that pesky little detail that she was a suspected

call girl, but that had only taken her imagination into other avenues. Avenues that had led

directly to Travis’s arms.

“That wasn’t torture,” he breathed against her nipple. “This is torture.” His lips opened over

her nipple, sucked it inside and sent her pulse racing.

His tongue was like a lash of pure sensation, licking, stroking, causing her body to arch as

she fought to get closer to the incredible agony of pleasure.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she was sure. She had never heard her friends describe

sex in a manner that could have warned her it could be this damned good.

How had she forgotten this? How had she lived without it for the past few months?

She couldn’t live without it again. She needed him. She ached for him. It was like a

ravening beast inside her, a hunger she couldn’t deny any longer.

“So good,” she whispered, a low wail of unsated desire echoing through her voice as her

clit began to throb in hard demand.

Her juices spilled from her pussy, dampening her panties beneath her slacks, causing her to

rub herself tighter, harder, against the muscular thigh pressed against it.

His tongue rolled around the extended tip of her breast, his teeth raked against it, sending

an incredible storm of sensation racing through her bloodstream.

One hand cupped the swollen curve of the breast he was suckling while the other smoothed

down her side, to her hip, then her stomach. Deft fingers released the hidden button to her

slacks, then rasped the zipper down slowly.

She could almost feel the heat of his fingers moving closer to the needy flesh of her pussy.

His body shifted, the hard pressure of his thigh easing as his fingers slipped past the elastic

band of her panties. The callused tips rasped the soft curls between her thighs, then with

exquisite care parted the heated, wet curves that ached for his touch.

“Oh yes,” she breathed out roughly, her hips arching. “I want your fingers, Travis. Please . .

.” Her head ground into the cushions of the couch beneath her. “Please, fuck me with your

fingers.”

A hard groan tore from his lips. His fingers delved into the slit of her pussy, then two

pressed together and thrust firmly into the clenched, tightened opening.

Travis was dying of lust. The feel of her pussy, so hot and wet, gripping the tips of his

fingers, was almost more than his dick could bear. He wanted inside her, then and now. He

wanted to tear the clothes from her body, slide between her thighs, and fuck her until they

were both screaming in ecstasy.

Instead, he was feeling her snug sex as it clenched around his fingers and her juices flowing

to meet the shallow thrust.

Twisting his wrist, Travis began burrowing deeper, stretching the tender portal open,

amazed at the near-virgin snugness as the delicate tissue and muscle clenched tight around his

fingers. How much better would it be when he finally managed to get his cock inside her?

Pushing in deeper, Travis forced himself to release the captive bud of her nipple to draw in

a hard, deep breath. Then, he simply watched her face come alive as he began to fill her pussy

with his fingers.

Stroking inside her with tight, forceful thrusts, Travis found himself entranced by the

emotions washing over her expression. She had always kept herself in such tight control in the

past that it was often impossible to know what she was feeling, if she was hurt, angry, or

happy.

There was no mistaking the pleasure on her face now. Her neck arched with it, her eyes

were slitted, staring back at him in pleasured agony as he fucked the sweet portal of her pussy

with two fingers while raking around the delicate bud of her clit with his thumb.

She was more responsive now than she had been so many months ago when he took her

virginity. She was arching beneath his touch, driving his fingers deeper inside her, her hips

flexing, grinding into each thrust he made inside her.

The snug depths of her sex milked his fingers as he stroked inside her, rippled around them.

Her juices flowed like sweet, hot honey, slickening his fingers with each thrust.

Taking her like this was agony and ecstasy. He could watch her face, watch the pleasure

that darkened her eyes and tightened her expression. But his cock was raging, demanding,

throbbing inside his jeans with a voracious desire nearly impossible to control.

He had so very little time with her this afternoon. The first test of her memories that the

Elite Ops was demanding would begin here, today. They knew she would end up back here

once she read the report Desmond Harrington had been given by the investigative firm he had

hired. She was being watched. The second she had left her home and driven toward his house,

the plan had been put into effect.

What he hadn’t expected was to have her walk into his arms and take what had been on his

own mind since the night before. The passion burned brighter between them now than it ever

had. It had always simmered, burned, but now it flamed with a white-hot heat he couldn’t

avoid. As though Lilly had decided for herself what she wanted, and how she was going to

take it. She was a woman tired of waiting, whether consciously or unconsciously, and a part of

him realized he had been dying for her to reach out and take it. Unfortunately, now that she

had, he didn’t have the time he needed to revel in it.

“Damn.” The groan was ripped from his throat as he pulled back from her, sliding his

fingers slowly, so slowly, from the incredibly hot depths of her pussy.

His cock throbbed in objection, his balls were drawn agonizingly tight beneath the shaft of

his erection.

“Travis.” Silken hands gripped his shoulders, sharp little nails pricked against his flesh.

“What the hell is your problem?”

It was almost laughable. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly, but he was damned

if he’d do it in front of an audience. And unless he missed his guess, they’d be there any

second—

“Travis, you have company.” Nik knocked on the door, the sound causing her to flinch as

Travis shot a murderous look toward the entrance.

Hell, this was just what he needed right now. His woman lying hot, silky wet, and willing

beneath him and company on the other side of the door.

Grimacing, Travis pushed himself to his feet and stared down at her as she hurriedly fixed

her clothes. Her face was flushed, breasts heaving; the hard points of her nipples were easy to

detect beneath the thin silk blouse she wore.

Her soft lips were swollen, her hair mussed around her face. She was so damned pretty he

had to clench his back teeth to keep from going back to her.

“Remind me to check your schedule next time before I decide to visit you,” she snapped,

her voice low. She looked presentable again. “You have too much damned company at

inappropriate times.”

He grunted at that, ran his hand around the back of his neck, then strode to the door and

jerked it open.

“Travis.” Santos Bahre, co-commander of Elite Two, stood on the other side, along with his

partner, Rhiannon McConnelly.

Santos was six-three, had dark hair brushed back from his face, a neatly trimmed beard and

mustache, and he wore a gray silk suit and white shirt, paired with expensive leather shoes.

He was every inch the suave, debonair Irish pimp he portrayed.

Beside him stood his counterpart and co-commander, Rhiannon McConnelly. The madam

to his high-class pimp. The cover they had created was perfectly designed to allow the female

agents they oversaw to work closely with the covert agents sent in on specialty assignments.

“Santos, Rhiannon.” Travis stepped back, wishing there were some way to warn Lilly, to

guide her through this.

If she remembered her commanders at this point, then they were fucked. The risk to the

Elite Ops would be too high to allow her to stay in the game.

“You have company.” Smoothly cultured, Rhiannon’s voice was friendly and warm as she

entered the room, her gaze going to Lilly.

They knew she had seen the file. They knew Lilly was aware of the report the investigator

had compiled.

Travis turned in time to watch her face pale, her green eyes darken, widen, as she stepped

back into the room.

“I’m leaving now.” Her voice trembled as she cast him a look filled with betrayal. “I won’t

be back.”

Good. Lilly thought she was coming face to face with her pimp and her madam, not her

commanders. And she was searching for a way to leave, a way out of the room other than the

one they blocked.

“Does she think we’re here to force her back, Travis?” Rhiannon asked gently, her smile

one of compassion and sympathy as she stared at Lilly. “What have you been telling this child

about us anyway?”

“Child?” Santos murmured, the smooth hint of a brogue entering his voice. “You’re only a

few years older than she, Rhia love.”

Lilly backed up further, her fingers moving restlessly at her thigh as though for the weapon

she once wore there.

Instinct or memory? Travis wondered.

“I haven’t mentioned you, Rhia,” Travis assured her quietly as he watched Lilly, watched

the pain and the denial that filled her face, her eyes.

He knew parts of her. Over the years, he had learned things he hadn’t realized he’d known

about her. One thing he’d learned was that Lilly had pride. Enough pride that it had gotten her

into trouble more than once.

She couldn’t see herself as a call girl, no matter how highly paid, no matter how exclusive

or security-trained.

“He didn’t have to mention you,” Lilly spat out furiously. “My uncle has a full file on you.”

“Then he must have one on you as well.” Rhia stepped further into the room as she laid the

red purse she carried on a side table.