Catch Me If You Can (Love's Command) (26 page)

He guided her back up, then slowly down by her hair. He’d gathered it into a ponytail, which allowed him to watch her—if he wasn’t watching the road. Didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop to check. She was too busy, too hot for every sound she could make him utter to let go of him now. The girth of him was challenging, but she loved it. Even now, hours later, she could still sense him deep in her pussy.

He released her hair suddenly, and he brought his warm hand down on her butt when she suckled him harder. With a downward slide of her mouth, she rubbed her tongue along a spot that had him calling out her name.

“Right like that, Ky, that’s going to do it, baby.”

She sensed he was telling the truth, but she also knew from friends and books, that slowing down eased a man’s need to come. She experimented on him by licking him gently, easing away from that spot he seemed to want, and instead concentrated on gentle licks and long passes with her fingers.

His breathing increased and his grip tightened on her butt. A few more minutes of that and her jaw grew tired. It didn’t slow her down though. She wasn’t stopping until he was done, coming from her and her alone. But not yet. Not so soon. When he was breathing easier and his body wasn’t so tense, she rolled her tongue around the ridge surrounding the head of his cock and teased the spot under it again.

“Ah, goddamn, yeah, Ky, you’re so perfect.”

She grew so hot, she had to tighten her thighs and rock them to gain the touch of friction she wanted along her clit.

She also increased her movements and hardened her strokes. His big erection was wet all the way down to his balls now, making her movements quicker and easier. With a deep groan, he began bucking his hips up to meet her. The action made her nipples ache. He stroked along the back of her thigh suddenly, and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. His groan changed tempo and he thrust his cock forward past her lips.

“You’re killing me,” he said, sounding strangled.

She ran her tongue along that spot again and stroked him tightly. Suddenly, cool night air hit her legs and ass, then he pressed his fingers urgently into her pussy. He let out a long, low groan.

“So damn sexy, so wet for me, baby.”

She was too thrilled to finally have something to clamp down on to be embarrassed by his words. She moaned around the warm flesh surging past her tongue.

“Ah, God, coming now, back off. Back off, baby,” he warned, but she could sense it, there in his tone, how much he wanted more, and she sucked down farther than she’d gone before, until she gagged a little. She swallowed past the urge and twisted her head just a little and took him even deeper.

Daren came unglued. His thighs hardened to muscled steel under her breasts. His stomach flexed too, and he drove another finger into her pussy.

“Ky,” Daren whispered. With a deep shudder, his cock grew bigger and tightened in her mouth to one very hard erection at the same time it jerked and hot bursts of cum hit the back of her throat.

She couldn’t swallow and didn’t need to because he’d slipped so far down her throat. It was so erotic. Her body caught fire. She dug her nails into the back of his muscled thigh and rocked back into his thick fingers for relief. A moan of pure heat left her and she sucked on him, desperate for some relief.

Daren suddenly pulled her away from his lap, shut the car off and shoved her back against the seat, all in less time than she could process. Without warning, he was between her thighs, licking her clit with such hunger and passion, she arched her hips up and cried out.

“Daren!”

He didn’t stop, instead lodged two fingers in her core. The digits gave her the added tension she needed when she ground down on them. Daren’s mouth gave her the rest. He sucked on her pussy so strongly, pressing in with is fingers she burst into a million pieces with a cry of his name. Her legs trembled on his shoulders, and she gripped his head hard, trying to hold on to him as the car spun from the stimulation.

Slowly her surroundings came back into focus. Daren came back into focus, too, still between her thighs, with her legs pressed tightly to his shoulders.

“Oh, Daren,” she sighed, falling back on the seat with her arms above her head. She never wanted to move. She could still taste him, still feel the firm, hard fullness of his cock and faintly detect the musky, but fascinating flavor of his release. “I want that daily,” she managed with a happy sigh.

Daren laughed against her thigh, kissing her there gently before he slid up her body.

“Goddamn, Ky, you’re—”

“How can I be killing you, when I feel more alive than I ever have in my life?” she asked, smiling when he rested his elbows next to her head and stared at her. He also rested his bigger body on top of hers.

“Maybe that’s what I mean. You’re killing me with how right this feels.”

She frowned at him. “Why would that kill you?” she whispered, half fearing he was going to say something about when this was over. She reached up and stroked his face, loving how the rough stubble on his jaw felt against her fingers.

“Because if you ever leave me, I know now, I’ll never be the same again.”

The words settled between them and the reality of what they were doing, how much danger she was in, and he was in because of her, disappeared. All that remained was his strong, handsome face, and his warm, hard body pressing against hers.

“Do you mean that, Daren?” she asked. “Do you truly feel the same connection I feel?”

He stared at her for so long without speaking, she grew embarrassed and said, “I mean we’ve only known each—”

“Ky, we’ve known each other for three days. Less, maybe. But for me, it’s been a life time of not getting why people love one another, when all love does is hurt you when that person dies or leaves.”

Her heart stuttered. She’d thought the same things herself, hadn’t she? She’d loved her mother, or the idea of her, for most of her childhood, until, one day, she’d realized her mother had left her, willingly left her, to pursue her own life. Only then did she understand how painful love could be. She’d been eight. She’d never forgotten that.

“But with you…” He touched her face, and bent to brush a kiss to her lips. “With you, knowing you three days or thirty, it won’t matter. I get it now, why people love, why they do the things they do, why they smile waking up to the same person every day, day in and day out. I get it now. I said I love you, Ky. I’ve never said those words to another woman, baby. Never will either.”

“I love you too, Daren Scott.”

He settled his face next to hers and breathed quietly along her shoulder blade. The tension she’d felt, fearing he’d not understand her, or worse, not want what she wanted, disappeared slowly until she could take a deep breath. They stayed like that for long minutes before he lifted his head.

“I want babies. A family and babies,” she told him quickly, before he could say more.

He blinked. “Okay, that’s okay, baby. We can have—”

“No, I mean, that’s what I want. One of the reasons I left my work with my dad. Only one of the reasons, but… I want to be a mom. I want to have a family. I want to be a great mom and for someone else to be the great dad, I want—”

“You mean me, right?” he asked, letting her see a quick frown that wasn’t a tease this time.

She traced the contours of his face, amazed that a man like Daren would even ask such a thing. “Yes, I would like that very much. You would be a wonderful father.”

The frown disappeared and he slowly smiled. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Daren Scott!” She was so shocked she started laughing.

“Aw, now, it’s okay. You can, you know. I mean, I have my pants down around my ankles, but you can—”

She laughed harder. “You do not!”

“Well, all the important parts are still out and ready,” he modified with a straight face, then laughed when she smacked his shoulder. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, his ebony eyes on her as if he loved her—everything about her.

Were they a matched set? She certainly hoped they were, because he fit her.
And more than just with his wild sex, Ky. He fits you
.
He fits me
, she thought, hugging him around the neck and kissing his shoulder.

“Where are we?” she asked, suddenly realizing what they’d really done. Or she’d done. Given Daren a blow job while he was driving.
Oh, my, Ky, you loved it too
.

“I loved that, Daren,” she added, when he pulled up and settled her next to him, tucking himself in his pants with a wink at her.

“Yeah? I could tell. Nearly had me wrecking, but, baby, it was worth it.”

She laughed and tugged her skirt down, shaking her head at the wet wipes he nodded at. She still wasn’t using those in front of him.

“No? Come on, I’ll help if you want.”

“Daren!”

“All right, I can see you’re still shy, but yeah”—he sighed heavily and frowned at her—“If you want, I’ll have to let you do that daily. Although, I might have to buy this car.”

“Oh, my God, we still have this person’s car!”

“True, but for now, I think we needed it more.”

She shook her head at his teasing, and brushed her hair back out of her eyes. A thought occurred and she stopped him from opening the door with a hand on his arm. “Did you like”—she paused then forged on ahead—“what I did?”

“Nearly killed me.” He laughed when she huffed at him, then he turned serious brown eyes on her and said, “Ky, I loved it. I should tell you, though, I might be one demanding man when it comes to car rides.”

“Daren!”

“What? If you’d kept up that switching from hard to gentle, I might have smacked your butt though. Damn near had me wrecking the car with those lips, baby. I liked it one hell of a lot.”

She grinned and leaned close to kiss him. “I hoped you would.”

“Might have to, you know, practice that though, so you can really make me like it.”

“Oh? Really…” She gave him a flirty look and laughed again when he tried to kiss her. He brought her to his mouth with a firm pressure on her neck that made her heart miss a beat. Slowly, ever so slowly, he brought his lips down to hers, and kissed her until the same heat as before blossomed and grew between them.

He ended the kiss slowly, almost reluctantly, she thought.

“Damn, I think we fit fine, Ky. Yin and yang,” he whispered.

Chapter Sixteen

With that wonderful statement, Daren Scott filled her heart with so much joy, her throat clogged with painful tears. She held them back, knowing him enough now to know he’d not like to see her cry.

He straightened, gave her a firm look that made it clear he knew she was fighting tears and touched her cheek. “None of that, missy,” he murmured. “You stay here just until I can check the place. Okay?”

She nodded, knowing arguing with him wasn’t going to get him to change his mind. He opened the door and once again left her in the car with another quick signal to stay put. Only this time, a gun blasted a hole in the window near her shoulder. She ducked down, curling her arms over her head and heard him shout for her. “Ky, get the hell out of here! Go! Go!”

Another shot sounded, closer and she thought he slammed his hand down on the roof and yelled for her to go again then raced off, but she was too terrified to do more than scoot over to the driver’s seat, and start the car. The engine sounded too loud, and in a panic she pressed the window button and lowered the glass. She wasn’t leaving him here.

“Daren! Come on, now!”

He turned from where he’d dashed off halfway to the tall apartment building. Along the side of where he paused, two men raced forward, guns out and pointing at her. Daren turned, tackled both men down and above where he’d stood, the windows in the building shattered. Another man ran toward her and from where Daren wrestled with the two men she heard him shout her name, telling her to leave.

The passenger door to the car suddenly opened and a dark-haired man in a suit tried to get in. She floored the gas pedal and at the same time threw the wet wipes at his head. She heard Daren yell something, but she turned the car sharply, then shoved it into reverse, dragging the man a few feet before he fell out.

“Oh, my God!” She spotted him in her rear-view mirror getting up, but she’d just nearly killed a man.

“Ky! Ky! Get the hell out of here!”

She swung the car around in a tight circle, spotted Daren and barreled over the curb to get to him. “You, get in! Get in!”

He opened the back seat door with a curse and dove in while she floored it, nearly hitting two of the men and running over a newspaper stand, but she got the car down the street and out of range of their guns.

“Ky, damn it, I told you to go.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you there!” she shouted, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car. She turned down a one way without stopping. Cars honked at her, but she maneuvered through them and took her first left, ending up nearly hitting a bus, but swerved at the last minute.

“Holy shit, pull over and let me drive before you get us killed!”

She ignored him and turned again, throwing him to the side with a bit more satisfaction than she should have. “Those men looked like Americans, Daren. Why did they look like agents? American agents?”

Daren pulled himself upright with a few swear words, gripping the back of her seat tightly as she swung them out of the way of a traffic light and down another narrow street. This time she laid on the horn, and moved through the traffic slowly until she reached a broad sidewalk, and used that to reach the next corner.

“Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?” Daren demanded when she got them through the set of lights and down a faster street.

She took her eyes off the road for a second to judge his expression and saw the frown there. “China. Now, answer me, Daren. They were, weren’t they?”

“Yeah, they might have been. Turn here,” he said, pointing to a street she knew would lead to the highway.

“No. No more going the way they want. Tell me how they found us.”

He cursed again and suddenly maneuvered over the seat to sit next to her. “They’ve tagged you. Maybe me.”