Rescue Me (16 page)

“Spencer!” She grabbed his shoulders and dug
her nails into his flesh, just to hold on and not float away as her
body and soul separated.

Spencer hollered and stiffened, losing his
rhythm. She took control, rocking him, pulling the orgasm out of
him. Milking his seed, Kat moved deliberately to sheath him, his
semen swallowed by her body.

Warmth enveloped her and brought a swell of
emotions to the surface. They'd never made love like that. It was
more than physical. Something had changed between them, something
intangible, yet real. She sensed it, knew it in her soul.

Spencer collapsed to her, shaking and
panting. Kat had never felt closer to him than she did at that
moment. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. She couldn't make
sense of any of it.

They lay there, gasping for air, neither
moving. She held him close, keeping his semi-hard erection inside
her.

He met her gaze before kissing her soundly.
“I like this new side of you. Very hot.”

Kat kissed him, wrapping her arms around him
tighter. She had to have him again. This, whatever
this
was,
couldn't be over yet.

He tried to pull free, but when Kat wouldn't
let him go and instead kissed him deeper, he responded by returning
her kiss, sinking his tongue inside her mouth, dancing around with
hers.

His cock grew inside her and she found it
very arousing. Her clit, which she thought had been sated, perked
to attention. She kissed him deeper still and in no time he started
to move within her. Her clenching core accepted his engorged penis,
anxious for the next round.

With their combined juices, she was so wet it
trickled down her crease. It tickled and made all of her nether
muscles tighten.

“Oh Jesus,” he groaned. “What the hell was
that?”

“It tickles.”

“Do it again, baby. Squeeze. Ah! Like
that!”

Kat intensified her clutch on him and he
jerked. She did it again and Spencer threw his head back. She
watched him. This round was all about his pleasure, and she took
extreme satisfaction in knowing she had complete control of him
simply by clenching the walls of her pussy.

She didn't expect him to grab her hips and
roll, pulling her on top of him. “Whoa!”

He cut her off by taking her erect nipple
between his lips, sucking hungrily while at the same time moving
his hips to push deeper inside. “Let yourself go, Kathryn. Ride
me.”

Ride
him? What did that even mean?
She'd never been on top.
Ever
. Unsure, she started to
tense.

“No, you don't.” Lifting his mouth from her
breasts, he captured her gaze with his. Hunger darkened his irises
almost to the same color as his pupils. Desire swirled in his look,
and when he rocked his hips, slowly sliding his cock inside and
back out, Kat couldn't stop herself from matching his movement.
With heated lips, he covered hers. Teasing her with a whisper of
his tongue across her lower lip, her breath hitched. Her channel
locked down on his steely flesh.

Spencer grasped her hips and rocked her back
and forth, the angle an ideal stroke against her eager clit. They
swayed together, their bodies in perfect unison. He thrust his
rigid shaft deeper inside her as their movement quickened, matching
their desperation for release. Her womb tightened, the coil
spiraling out of control as she panted.

She was going to come again. She'd never come
three times in one day, let alone in a single session.

Her breath caught on a strained cry as her
control shattered. She lost all sense of time, of reality, as the
orgasm crashed down on her. Heat rushed through her veins, sending
her blood racing. With her hands on his shoulders, she bucked
madly, riding her climax until her legs could no longer hold
her.

Falling limp against his hard chest, Kat
whimpered hoarsely. Spencer plunged hard, giving in to his own
release. Letting out a guttural growl, he came inside her. He
pumped again and again, until his expression finally relaxed and he
released a shaky breath.

He kissed her, this time weakly as they both
gasped for breath, clinging to each other. Holding her close, she
felt his heart slamming in his chest. Did he feel hers? For several
wonderful moments they just lay there, their bodies slick with
sweat, their sexual hunger sated.

For now.

Completely exhausted, Kat slumped onto the
bed. Spencer stretched and pulled her to him. She curled close. He
rested his chin on the top of her head and caressed her back.

“Are you sleepy?”

She loved the way his chest rumbled when he
spoke. “Not really.”

“Are you hungry?”

She never did get a chance to eat. “Yes, but
I don't have much unless you like nuked pasta.”

“That's fine.” His warmth breath tickled her
ear as he pressed his lips against her lobe. “Because if I stay
like this with you, we'll die of starvation before I'm ready to let
you go.”

Kat glanced through the paper, scanning the
pages for any news on the Miller search. After several minutes of
brutal examination, she didn't even find a snippet on the back page
of the local section. Happy endings didn't sell papers.

She knew that firsthand.

Spencer poked his head out of the bathroom.
“I'm going to take a shower.”

She folded the paper. “There's coffee out
here.”

“I'll get some when I'm done,” he called back
behind the closed door. Kat heard the shower start.

It startled her when Spencer poked his head
out again and she almost spilled her coffee down the front of her.
“Unless you'd like to bring some in here. You'll have to be naked,
of course.”

She pondered the idea, but decided against
it. She had to admit, she was sore, completely raw from the
constant attention. Their all-night lovemaking marathon left them
both exhausted. It was almost eleven in the morning and they had
just crawled out of bed. “I'll take a rain check. I've already had
my shower.”

“Damn.” He snapped his fingers before closing
the door. Kat knew better than to believe him. He had to be just as
sore.

Her cell phone buzzed against the counter and
Kat jumped, catching herself before she fell off the stool. This
time she did spill coffee down the front of her.

“Damn it.” Her phone buzzed again and she
chased it across the counter, pissed that she'd have to take
another shower. But, then again, considering who'd be sharing the
shower with her she then smiled as she answered. “Hello?”

“Kat, where the hell have you been?”

Shock jolted her system. “Who is this?”

“Dan Weber.”

Why would one of TREX's SACs be calling her?
“Is there another search?”

“No.”

“Then why are you calling me?”

“I've been trying to reach you since last
night.”

“I've been at my place since the search
ended.” She glanced over at her home phone and saw the little light
blinking. She winced when she realized she had messages. When did
it ring? She must have really been out of it. But, then again, she
wouldn't have been able to hear a freight train racing through her
living room over the cries Spencer pulled out of her.

“You didn't answer your landline.”

“Sorry, I must have been in bed.” All-in-all,
it wasn't a lie. “Did you need something?”

He drew in a breath and Kat held hers.
Here comes the lecture
. Spencer used to tell her about Dan
Weber's lectures. They were famous at TREX. Apparently, she'd
earned the right to one herself.

“I want to make something perfectly clear.
Spencer is one hell of an agent.”

She waited in silence, knowing he wasn't
finished.

“Except when he's around you.”

Ouch. He didn't even try to sugarcoat it. Too
shocked to respond, she simply sat at her breakfast bar,
stunned.

“I've laid down some ground rules you need to
be aware of.”

“Kathryn, do you have any other soap than
this frilly girl-smelling stuff?” Spencer's muffled voice sounded
from the bathroom.

“I'm on the phone, Spence,” she called back
after pulling it away from her ear. “Just use the soap.”

“Swell. I'll smell just like a flower.”

Never. The man could run a mile in a sweat
suit and still smell better than ever. Kat caught herself inhaling
deeply, the scent of him still lingering in her senses. It made her
insides shimmy.

“Is Spencer there?” Weber's voice grew terse
and suddenly very, very cold.

“Uh,” Kat fumbled and thought about lying.
But she'd already said his name, and Weber wasn't stupid.
“Yes.”

“Put him on the phone.”

“He's in the shower.”

“What!” Kat moved the phone away from her
ear. “You get him on the fucking phone now!”

She hopped down from the breakfast bar and
numbly padded to the bathroom, then rapped on the door. What sort
of trouble had she'd just gotten Spencer into? When he didn't
answer, she poked her head in.

“Spence?”

“Changed your mind on the room service,
huh?”

“No.”

“You'd better be naked by the time I turn
this water off.” He poked his head out of the curtain as the shower
silenced, then lost his grin when he spotted the cell phone in her
hand.

“It's for you,” she said in a small voice and
offered the phone to him as she tried to keep her breathing
steady.

“Who is it?” he asked cautiously, though he
already reached for the phone. “Hello?”

Kat heard the SAC's shouting from where she
stood. Though she couldn't make any of it out, the pinched
expression on Spencer's face told her whatever his boss had to say
wasn't good. He kept glancing back at her every time another shout
came across the line.

“No. Sir, if you'd—no, just let me—I'd like
to talk here.” He blew out a long sigh and held the phone to his
other ear. “But if you'd—come on—you can't—fine.”

He ended the call and pulled the phone back
like he was about to throw it across the room. His jaw tensed until
it grew white. Every visible muscle hardened and the look in his
eyes was nothing short of murderous. She grabbed her phone out of
his hand before he snapped it in two with his fist.

“God
damn
it.” He looked ready to spit
nails.

“What was that all about?”

“Nothing,” he rasped, biting on the word. She
knew better than to push the issue. It never did any good. In fact,
it usually backfired and sent Spencer into one of his silent,
troubled moods.

She didn't want him to go there. At times
he'd spend hours, even days, lost in himself as he sorted out
whatever had him so tight. She had to do something to keep him
distracted from whatever Weber said that had him ready to shut her
out.

“I was thinking,” she stated and took the
towel from him to dry his back. “We could take a walk on Percival
Landing and—”

“I have to go to Seattle,” he cut her off in
a gruff voice.

She stopped drying, that familiar churning
creeping into her stomach. It was already too late. “Anything
serious?”

“Weber wants to see me. I don't have a
choice.”

And so it started. She'd always be second to
his job. Always. She tried to not sound disappointed even though a
knot the size of the entire Black Hills formed in her chest. “What
about?”

He brought his gaze to the ceiling.
“Nothing.”

Back to nothing. “That's all right. I have to
finish my notes from the Miller search.”

She'd finished them last night, but couldn't
give him a hint of the disappointment stirring deep inside her. Her
vision blurred and she inhaled sharply to force her emotions into
check.

He turned and stiffened as he riveted his
gaze to her. Furious compassion flashed in his eyes. With an
intense whisper, he rasped, “Don't cry. Dear God, Kathryn. Please
don't cry.”

“Don't leave me,” she whispered, hating how
helpless and pathetic she sounded.

“Come here, baby.” He pulled her to him and
ran a hand over her hair. “I won't be long. He just needs me to
turn a few things in.” As he said that, he stiffened and his breath
hitched.

She tried to push away and look into his
eyes, to see why he sounded like he'd just lost his best friend.
But he held her close, running his hands up and down her back and
holding her so tight she couldn't move. Not that she wanted to.

“Things are going to change,” he suddenly
declared, his voice back to its husky, rich tone.

She didn't have time to ask what he meant.
This time her breath caught as she looked into a stormy gaze so
intense her body responded by humming ferociously.

Without a word he untied her robe, spreading
the material and letting it slip down her shoulders, into a pile of
satin on the bathroom floor. Running his hands up her arms, up her
shoulders, up to her face, he then rested them on her cheeks. His
eyes clouded with desire as he licked his lips, focusing on hers.
Cupping her face, he slanted his mouth over hers.

She tasted remorse in his kiss, a deep sorrow
that twisted in her heart. He devoured her with his mouth, stealing
her breath. His steely flesh pushed between her thighs, and she
parted her legs to open for him. She dropped the towel and reached
between his legs, wrapping her hand around his thick cock, feeling
every vein as she stroked him.

His length twitched in her grasp, and he
broke their kiss to elicit a throaty groan. Pumping his hips as she
squeezed and stroked his shaft, his breathing grew ragged. “Oh,
Jesus. You have to stop that.”

“What?” She feigned innocence, lifting her
brow when he narrowed those hungry eyes on her. “This?” She stroked
faster.

“You want to play?” He grinned wickedly and
dipped his fingers between her legs, parting her lips. Caressing
her inner folds, spreading her juices, he moved his fingers around,
giving her just enough pressure to make her beg for more.