The Promise of Love (26 page)

“Will has his own ringtone?”

David shrugged and kissed her lips. “You have one, too, don’t be jealous. Hold off on those whispered demands and ravishing me, okay?” He dug out his phone, laughing at her when she rolled her eyes. “Will, tell me you have good news.”

She was so close she could hear Will’s grumbled response. She moved to give David room, but he tightened his arm around her and tilted his head so she could listen.

“Not good. So far we’ve determined it was Savage in Wyoming.”

“And? Where is he now?”

“That’s the million dollar question. When I know, you’ll know.”

David nodded, a concerned frown growing on his handsome face. When he was worried, his sleepy eyes narrowed to laser slits, like now. He reminded her of a spy in a movie she’d seen once. She couldn’t remember the name but it had been a good movie. The girl had died, so that hadn’t been the best ending. Maybe it had been a James Bond movie. David reminded her of the actor, except David was wearing a charcoal-colored casual shirt and black dress slacks, not a tux.

“So, it’s a shot in the dark he’s even in DC,” David said. “You’re doing what until you know?”

“We’re pretty certain he’s here. For now, I’m on standby. Petrok is positive Walters contacted Savage. She’s also a hundred percent certain Walters never dug into his past, or probably past the money Savage wired to his accounts.”

“What do you mean?” David asked.

“Walters had no idea who Savage really was,” Will muttered. “We’re hoping Savage still believes he’s hidden—”

“In plain sight. How is it a guy like that even owns property in the US?”

Will laughed harshly. “I doubt we really want to know that answer, buddy.”

He sounded angry, much harsher than she remembered. Worse than Wyoming, even. David was also stern in a way she’d only seen back in Wyoming.

“We have more than a dozen men working on this,” David said. She sensed it was for her benefit, but didn’t interrupt to ask. “But if Savage gets wind who’s closing in on him, I want Paris long gone, is that clear? Any connection between her and us has to be completely void.”

She frowned at that, and would have spoken, but David shook his head once.

“Absolutely,” Will agreed without a pause. “We hear a whisper that he’s connected her to us, and you’re both gone. The men in Canada did a half-ass job, but at least Carson got that lid sealed tight.”

“What does that mean?” she whispered

“Sara and your uncle are safe,” he murmured with his hand over the phone.

“Besides, Savage doesn’t know you, and it’s highly doubtful he’ll recognize Paris as the blonde woman in Canada he wanted to chat with even if he did run right into her. We have men stationed down from your house. They’re doing repairs to the road out there, so it’s all on the up and up, right?”

David tightened his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him for support. He was solid and strong, but this was way over her head.

“Troy got hired on, remember him?”

“Sure, he’s here?” David asked, relaxing a little.

“Yeah, just a phone call away, too. You’re up for your surgery?”

“Yeah, thanks for the privacy, man,” David muttered, but she could see he was pleased Will knew his surgery was in the morning.

“Just stay off it for the first twenty-four. If I have to haul my ass over to pick you up again because you’ve screwed up with your leg
and
Paris, I’ll be—”

“I got Paris under control,” he added, squeezing her butt with a big grin.

“Good, that woman’s more than you deserve, buddy, but if you—”

“And she’s listening, so keep your comments above the belt, otherwise she’ll kick your butt first, then I will,” David warned.

Paris knew she was blushing. She shook her head at David, but didn’t really mind. This close to him, she never minded anything. Already she was starting to feel achy and his suggestion of the couch or counter was quickly building into ideas she hoped he’d explore—if he got off the phone. The danger they were in, mixed with the fear they’d be separated again, built inside of her. All those lonely nights, the tears and heartache were still too fresh for her to chance losing him again. If she knew one thing about David Jansen, it was that when he made a promise he kept it. She’d just have to help him see that from now on, his promise to her was more important than this trouble they were in now.

She’d slept the entire flight in his arms. If she could, she’d sleep the same way for the next hundred years. He’d slept as well. He’d also told her it was the best sleep he’d had in six months.

Will chuckled. “Hey, Paris, I knew you were there, otherwise Jansen swears like a sailor. Keep him off his leg for the first day, then make him walk on it, without that crutch, even if he whines. He’s a terrible patient, too, did he tell you that?”

“Hey, hey, no spilling the secrets of my bad behavior,” David said.

“I already know about your bad behavior.” She sneaked a hand down to his belt. Watching his eyes light up, she worked the buckle open. Tomorrow, she could worry over what they were doing. Right now, she knew exactly what she was doing. Making love to her fiancée the one way she knew turned him inside out.

Through the phone, she could hear Will, but her attention left their conversation and switched to the stiff cylinder pressing insistently against David’s slacks for her.

“Right, I guess she has them all figured out. You two keep your heads down, and if this pans out, you’re just getting a long vacation.”

She smiled at Will’s phrase and kissed a path down David’s jaw to the buttons of his shirt. His attention turned to focus on her so fast she knew he knew what she was going to do. Or
thought
he did.

“There’s no worry over me forgetting that.” David winked at her and nodded to his zipper. He was completely shameless, but then maybe so was she. She unzipped him and, watching his face, slid down the counter so her mouth was perfectly aligned. He bit his lip sexily when the head brushed her cheek. The head of his cock was swollen, the slit already moist. Seeing him like this, so masculine, was so intimate she had a surge of jealousy for every other woman he’d ever played his games with.

This was hers, though.
He
was hers. Just as she was his. But today, with the threat of losing him again rising up like a terrible nightmare, she wanted to give him everything she could. She wanted him to always remember her, them, this passion they shared with their love as the foundation.

As she grew more determined, she tightened her hand on his dark erection the way he loved, rubbing just up and over that spot underneath the flared head. Slowly, keeping his gaze locked with hers, she released him and reached for his shirt. His stomach tensed under her hands as he prepared for the passion she knew would explode between them. The buttons of his shirt came free easily enough, then she teased him by licking from his tight navel to that rough patch of golden hair on his chest. Stroking his cock faster and harder, she sucked one hard nipple in her mouth.

His muffled groan covered by a cough thrilled her.

In the background, Will was still talking strategy with him, but she knew none of that mattered. Life had given her a second chance.
Us a second chance
.

When she knew David was dying for more, she stopped her strokes and squeezed until he bit back a moan only by covering it by clearing his throat Oh yeah, he was primed. If she had to guess, he was close to coming already. Not waiting on more, she went back down, sucking on his skin as she did so he shifted impatiently and half muttered, half grunted replies to Will.

“Yeah, I guess you’re supposed to make them believe you’re a happily married couple.”

She smiled at that. They wouldn’t have to make anyone believe anything that wasn’t true. With that thought in mind, she licked out, slowly catching the drop of pre-cum on her tongue then treating the rest of his heavy cock like a Ben & Jerry’s soft serve. David caught hold of the counter.

“It is a nice place, isn’t it?” she asked, feeling like a bit of teasing was necessary. It had been months since she’d tasted him and made him shudder in pleasure. She wanted him to always know they shared this—the sex, the fun, the…love.

He blinked and she heard Will say, “Have you been there long?”

“No, just got in. Made it to the kitchen, though,” David said, his voice coming out deeper from the passion simmering between them.

“Ah, is that so?” Will asked, then laughed. “I bet you did. Try to treat her right.”

“Believe me, I am.” David bit his lip.

Paris smiled, and as David’s face darkened with passion, she kissed along his tight scrotum. She’d discovered he loved it when she licked lightly along the supersensitive skin. He made a strangled sound and tightened his hand on the counter until his knuckles turned white.

“Hey, check in on your progress, man, we gotta go—”

She sucked the left side of his sac until the ball slipped into her mouth. Gently, but not too gently, she tugged on the flesh then teased it with her tongue. David’s hand went for her head and he nearly dropped the phone putting it on the counter in a rush.

“Right, good luck, I heard this doc is one of the best,” Will said. “Paris, try not to spoil him too badly.”

As soon as Will disconnected, David hauled her up to her feet, turned her, and all six foot three inches of aroused man plastered himself to her back. He also frantically tore at her jeans. She heard a rip, but it didn’t matter. A second later he was panting in her ear.

“God, you’re a dream come true,” he groaned. “Let me in, princess. I need you.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, but bent her over, legs as wide as her jeans at her ankles would allow, and thrust. The first thick slide made her curl her toes and grip the edge of the counter to keep from crying out.

He wrapped his arms around her for support and breathed in her ear. “Tell me, tell me, Paris. Anything you want. I’ll give it.”

“Harder, David, I want to feel you tomorrow, when you’re gone, I want to know you were there, here.” She dragged his hand down to her pussy.

He thrust harder, rocking her in his arms with the force of his hips. Only once before had he made love to her like this, and she
had
felt him for days afterward. This time, she wasn’t losing him.

“Again. More,” she breathed, arching her butt.

“Always. Tomorrow you won’t be able to walk without feeling me,” he warned. His words and tone sent a shiver rippling down her breasts, past her stomach, and right to where he pushed in and pulled out of her so frantically. He kept the pace up, making her wetter and wetter for him. The sounds of their love making filled the room. It was so hot, especially with cold marble counter under her cheek and his hot heavy breath in her ear, she began to feel her orgasm building.

“Love you, Paris.” He tightened his hold on her hips and, with a heavy groan, kissed her shoulder, whispering her name as he shuddered over her. She moaned and burst into a climax that kept going as he filled her with pulses of warmth.

When they could breathe again, David pulled free, turned her and picked her up. His pants were still on, she knew, but she also knew he wasn’t letting that slow him down.

“David, your leg!”

“Princess, my leg can support you, believe me. I think we’re going to have a long, long night. Did you have your Wheaties today?”

She kissed his lips and hugged him to her breasts. Somewhere along the way she’d lost her shirt. “I did. Did you?”

He laughed and sat her down on the counter. Immediately he kicked his shoes off, then nodded to her when he undid his pants all the way so they dropped to his ankles. David even had great legs, long, lean and toned.

“How about those jeans?”

“Pull.” She was too busy admiring how his muscles all rippled and bulged when he moved to do much more. He had one of those tans that men got when they wore board shorts, so his butt and half his legs were pale compared to the rest of him. It was an interesting contrast.

“Are you checking me out?”

She met his blue eyes and her grin grew. “I am. I’m a woman. We do that, check out the scenery.”

He froze, then laughed so hard even his erection shook. It was fascinating. “Paris, you are one smarty-pants ice princess, huh?”

“You stole that from me,” she accused.

His eyes glowed with such passion she shivered. Taking her jeans off, he threw them down after and edged between her legs. He settled his hot body as close as possible and positioned her legs so they were held up by the inside of his elbows. She was tipped back but also exposed this way. She shivered at the desire flushing David’s face. He edged his hips and angled his erection so he could slowly ease forward as he stared at her.

“You stole my heart, so I guess I’m forgiven.”

He matched his words with a hard, firm thrust, lodging every inch of his cock deep.

“Oh, David,” she whispered, keeping their gazes locked. “Don’t you know? I didn’t steal it.” She lifted closer to him and caressed the smooth skin of his shoulders. “You gave it to me just like I gave you mine. Remember? Forever.”

A smile slowly filled his eyes. “Forever, huh?” He leaned forward so she lay back on the cold counter and started a slow, steady meeting of their bodies. “And always.”

“Always,” she vowed. “Always and always.”

The pace increased quickly. They were too intense for slow and easy, especially with the tension she could feel just below the surface. She gasped when he released one leg, but only so he could massage his fingers over her clit. Within seconds she was close.

“More,” she whispered.

David groaned and began giving her what she wanted—firm, hard drives with his body that lodged his big, long cock so deep she would always feel him.

She climaxed again, twice more, each time whispering his name as the passion overtook her. David joined her after the second, but he didn’t whisper her name, he shouted it, loud enough to make her tingle all over again.

Chapter Seventeen

“Explain to me how no one can get a job done that I hire them for?” Savage shouted over the whirl of the copter landing on his estate’s helicopter pad. The paint job would fool anyone into believing the aircraft was authentic, but a night landing was his preferred method. This time it was just a precaution. Who would check that an emergency vehicle would hide anyone?