Courting Passion (3 page)

“We can’t,” she murmured, her tone thick with lust and need.

“Of course we can,” he chided. “You’re throwing out your bloody rule book, remember.”

He took her hand and guided her down onto the soft grass behind the shrubbery, well out of sight of anyone who might happen to pass by. Katherine didn’t raise any further objections, though he could tell from the set of her jaw that she wasn’t wholly on board with him. Yet. From the flush of her cheeks and the rapid pulse in her throat he knew she was not unwilling. It would be simple to convince her to dabble on the dark side, just a little.

He laid her on her back in the grass. With quick motions he released her pants and tugged them over her hips to give him free access to her lacy knickers.

“Garth,” she reached a hand down to cover her partial exposure. He leaned over her, covering her body with his own. Kissing her, he waited until her fingers quivered and reached to thread up through his hair.

“The moment we hear someone I’ll stop, my word on it,” he whispered, pulling a small distance from her. He brushed his lips over her mouth. He paused, not wanting to take her against her will, but prepared to coax as much as she required. Katherine nodded and he continued.

He lowered his hand and dipped into her lacy underwear. She groaned at his touch and canted up into it, her hips lifting off the ground. Garth slid two fingers inside her pussy, his thumb seeking through her trimmed blonde curls and discovering her small, hard clit. Rubbing over the sensitive nub, he stimulated her. Her back arched and she cried out in pleasure, her body jerking up into his as his fingers pumped steadily.

“This is what throwing the rule book away is all about,” he spoke into her ear, wanting to make her ache with his words because he could not explore her body as fully as he craved. So, like any inherent fighter, he used the weapons he did have. In this instance they were his voice and his hands.

He cupped one large breast in his free hand. He popped open three buttons in the middle of her shirt, making enough room to insert his fingers between the folds of her crisp linen. Smooth lace met him, restraining warm, silky flesh. Garth almost moaned at the feel of her full, heavy breasts.

Like any red-blooded man, Garth enjoyed a gorgeous rack as much as the next bloke. Katherine had a luscious, enormous set of tits and he’d been daydreaming over them since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. The reality, he discovered, offered even more than the wicked fantasies he’d been conjuring.

Her nipple pebbled in his fingers and he twisted it with careful calculation, wanting to give her the maximum enjoyment with only a minimal amount of pain. She gasped, her back bowing. She pressed her breast further into his hand as he inserted a third finger into her clasping cunt. Her body sucked down on him like a warm vice.

Garth wanted to sink his cock inside her more than his next breath. He restrained himself, not wanting to press Katherine too far too fast. Besides, their back-up would soon be arriving, so it wasn’t as if he could linger.

“You have no idea how decadent you look,” he murmured as he enjoyed every second possible with her body. “Your eyes sparkle, your skin is flushed, your breasts are every man’s wet dream come to life and your cunt squeezes down on me so hungrily you couldn’t possibly convince me you don’t want this as much as I do.”

“Harder, Garth,” she panted as she lifted her hips. He groaned, able to penetrate her more deeply with the change in angle. “Please, I can feel it coming.”

“Would you like to come, beautiful Kate?” Garth spoke sweetly. Her gaze met his, her eyes a burning chocolate pool of need. He lifted his head and kissed her lips chastely. He moved his hand from one breast to the other, not wanting it to feel neglected. Her eyes fluttered when he pinched her nipple a little harder.

He could tell from her reaction and the increased speed of her gasps that she loved it as much as he enjoyed giving it to her. He caressed her breast harder and pinched it again. Katherine’s flush deepened to a rosy pink and her hands clutched at clumps of grass.

Fingers wet and slick from her flowing juices, Garth pumped harder inside her. His thumb stroked over her clit and he flicked it with the corner of his nail. She cried out, a lusty sound that was music to his soul. His cock strained against the confines of his pants and he craved being inside her with a burning intensity he hadn’t experienced since his youth.

He lifted up so he could watch her as he brought her pleasure. Katherine lay splayed out before him on the grass like some pagan sacrifice. Her blonde tresses had started to come out of her chignon, her skin showed signs of her heated blood, her breast strained against his hand, filling it to overflowing.

Her pussy felt slick and needy, hungry as she tried to swallow him whole. Garth pumped harder and deeper within her, his manipulations of her clit firmer now as she seemed accepting of a stronger touch. His warrior did not need coddling or a delicate hand—she seemed to blossom and thrive on a bit of pain.

Garth reluctantly released her breast and pushed aside the scanty, lacy knickers that covered her mound. Nudging her legs wider to grant him better access, he sniffed the delicate aroma of her passion.

“The moment I get you alone I’m going to strip you down,” he insisted. “Then I’m going to lick every inch of you, taste you and bite you, mark you as mine, sweetheart. If you’re lucky I might even spank you a little, rosy your arse for me. Have you ever taken it up the arse, Katherine? A body like yours, it was created for sinful pleasure such as this. A man could fuck those breasts of yours and lose himself. Much as I’m going to enjoy your slick pussy right now, it’s your other passage I’m craving to possess.”

She moaned at his words, cupping his face and threading through the short strands of his hair. Garth looked at her and their gazes clashed. She watched him, her gaze not wavering from his face for a moment. She nodded and tugged with her hands, brought his face closer to her crotch and all the delicious secrets that lay within.

“Please,” she pleaded. “I’m nearly there.”

Garth felt satisfaction unfurl within him. She hadn’t run screaming at his words, nor had she denied him outright. He could work with that. Eagerly, he buried his face in her pussy and licked her like a starved man. She tasted spicy, musky. Her legs widened further as she accepted him to her.

Pressing his fingers deeply inside her, three long, thick digits fluted and fucked her hard as she pleaded for more. He curled his fingers and found her G-spot. Her body bowed and she screamed as her pussy clenched hard and release washed over her.

Garth ate up every drop her body wept, pumping steadily through her orgasm as she shuddered. His thumb flicked out over her clit again and she trembled, the sensation too much for her overloaded body. Gently, he nibbled on her plump, soft labia, enjoying the short hairs and the faint rasping over his stubbled chin.

When her body stopped shaking and she lifted up on to her elbows, Garth looked up once again to meet her gaze. She looked astonished, sated and rumpled. He could have happily stripped her there and then and begun again, this time with utter penetration and possession of her body as his goal. His cock leaked in his pants and he wanted to fuck her until they both couldn’t move.

The faint sound of cars coming down the access road came to them. Reluctantly Garth sat up and pulled his shirt out from his pants, letting the tails hang low and cover his bursting erection. When he glanced at his colleague he noticed Katherine had buttoned up her shirt and was fixing her slacks.

Before he could speak, to reassure her everything would be all right, Katherine surprised him. She took his face in her hands, drew their bodies flush together and kissed him deeply. Shocked, but more than interested, Garth closed his arm around her and he held her next to him. When she moved her mouth over his chin and she sucked her own taste from him, heat pooled low in his belly.

“Fuck, be careful how you wield that,” he warned her.

“Wield what?” she asked, appearing confused.

“That sexy, wanton power you hold over me. I’m primed to burst already. You push me any further and I bloody well won’t care half the cavalry is here. I’ll lean you against this tree and fuck you blind in front of every man and woman present, professionalism and our reputations be damned.”

Katherine’s eyes widened, though Garth knew enough about her now to sense the desire his words elicited. She couldn’t fool him any longer. She might be surprised, but she wasn’t offended or turned off. Indeed, he could swear the gleam in her dark eyes indicated willing consent and interest, not revulsion.

“Welcome to the dark side, Kate,” he grinned evilly at her. Kissing her one last time, he checked that his rumpled, stained shirt covered his groin and stood up, gallantly offering her a hand for assistance. He helped her to her feet, brushed the grass from her mussed hair and gave her arse and one breast a squeeze each.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” he murmured as six cars raced into the car park. Doors slammed as agents spilled out everywhere. “I’m hot and hard for you, sweetheart. Next chance we get I won’t be such a gentleman. I’ll fuck you raw and keep going until you plead for mercy.”

“Promises, promises,” she replied with a grin. Garth felt rich, utterly masculine satisfaction roll through his blood. His prick ached, he needed release or he was sure to explode. For all her prim, by-the-book external preachings, Katherine Hitchens appeared to be a seriously kinky soul.

He loved that. Indeed, he could see himself becoming addicted to her.

Life had just got incredibly interesting.

* * * *

Katherine’s body still hummed hours later as they finished a quick dinner of takeout, greasy boxes lying scattered over her and Tarek’s desks. She and Garth had eaten fast from necessity. Other agents could smell fresh takeout from two floors in either direction, and came running to steal what they could.

“So, I’ve set the laptop to scan the frequency you’ve mentioned for activity every thirty seconds,” Scott said as he ran a hand through his scruffy red hair. Tall and skinny, he was the Agency’s best tech. Katherine was glad they’d managed to bribe him with a chocolate milkshake.

Katherine and Garth leaned close as they watched the small screen of the slim laptop. Scott showed them how to run the scan and how to search different frequencies and change the parameters, should they need to widen their net. He then flicked a switch and explained the tracing unit he’d factored in to the scanner.

“It’s similar enough to your average GPS device, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to work with,” Scott added with pride.

Katherine tried to keep her mind focused but it was impossible with Garth so close. On a subconscious level, she retained Scott’s advice, warnings and explanations, but, had she needed to recite his words back, she’d have been lost.

She imagined she could smell her musky scent on Garth’s lips. His cologne was something elemental and masculine, spicy and intriguing. She wanted to touch him, taste him, strip him bare as he had done so easily to her out in the park. Garth nudged her and she came back to their cubicle with a snap.

“I believe that’s a detailed enough explanation for now, thank you, Scott,” Garth said.

Picking up the thread of conversation once again, Katherine nodded.

“Yes, thank you,” she added, in what she hoped was a calm tone. “We don’t want to cramp the night shift’s groove. I think we’ll head back to my apartment soon. Can you stay on call?”

A distasteful grimace crossed Scott’s face.

“Sure thing. I guess I can trust you to not call me out six times through the evening because you’re too simple-minded enough to remember things such as plugging in the battery or turning off the sleep mode for your screen. You have my mobile number—call if something goes down the crapper.”

Katherine relaxed. Scott hadn’t appeared to find anything amiss with her tone or distracted air. He cast them both quick glances, seeming to watch for when they were finished. Raking a hand through his unruly hair, he collected his equipment in a rush and all but fled.

“Do you really think it wise we head back to your place?” Garth asked.

Katherine turned to face him and noticed his face was in profile to her. He’d leant back onto the desk and was looking at the laptop. She realised that, outwardly, it appeared as if he were merely chatting idly about whatever he was working on the computer.

A small smile twitched the corner of Katherine’s mouth. It was quickly replaced with a frown as she noticed how easily the casual deception appeared to come to the dark-haired man. Uncertainty spiked through her. She leaned her palms flat down on the table and bent close to him, her eyes on the screen though her entire focus was on her new, temporary partner.

“You’re awfully smooth,” she snapped, more harshly than she had meant to. “Are you so used to playing games that it’s become second nature to you?”

“Ease back,” Garth responded. “In case it has escaped your notice, sweetheart, we’re spies. Multitasking is supposed to be second nature to us. Just as you thought quickly on your feet to warn Scott we wouldn’t be hanging around here all evening, so too was it an easy enough thing for me to try to protect your reputation and not stand here staring at your gorgeous breasts and talking dirty to you.”

Katherine flushed, embarrassed at how she’d let her suspicion overwhelm her good sense.

“Now, every other bloke in this room would understand if I began talking to your chest and ignoring the fact you are a decent agent and have a brain in your head, but really I didn’t feel the need to lower myself in such a way,” Garth continued. “Are we going to have a similar problem every time we open our mouths to each other, or are we good?”

Katherine stood up and nodded.

“I’m sorry,” she apologised. “I’m on edge. After thinking you’re a traitor, then the speed with which Victor’s rescue took place, now Tarek lying comatose, so close to death’s door, and losing the hard drive…”

Katherine let her words trail away and shook off her maudlin air.