Taming the Wildcat (Sargosian Chronicles) (2 page)

Smothering a laugh, he directed them down the promenade, putting as much distance between them and the nightclub without appearing to hurry. She was a feisty one, and damned distracting.

The way she leaned into him as they walked had his arm firmly pressed into the side of her breast. Looking at her, he was about to offer her his name when she spoke. “I’m Summer. Thanks for stepping in the way you did.”

Summer?
His gaze roamed over the tanned skin so readily on display in the strappy dress. He had to admit the name suited her. Golden skin and light brownish-blonde hair with a bronzed tint made him think she spent plenty of time under the nearest sun. Light, leaf-green eyes sparkled at him expectantly.

"Roz, and you're welcome. Here, you look cold."

Aware security would already be on their way, he held out his jacket and helped her into it. The last thing he wanted was this weekend being ruined by spending most of it in a Fleet brig. The fact they'd quickly find out he had family in the Fleet—who would be none too happy at having to bail him out—meant he planned to avoid that like the plague. Which also meant the pretty purple dress had to go under wraps for a while. He'd just gotten her into it when a squad of uniformed heavies pounded around the corner.

"Crap. Security team," he muttered, grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling her into a small alleyway between an Altarian kebab shop and a burger joint. She fell into him, all soft curves and floral perfume. Biting back his instinctive groan of appreciation, he turned them so he hit the metal wall first, taking the brunt of the fall across his back. He didn't mind the fleeting pain, not when he had such a pleasant armful.

"Go with me," he ordered and turned again to shield her with his body. His free hand drove into the mass of honey-blonde hair and held her still as he leaned down to claim her lips.

*

Summer’s world narrowed to the hot, firm lips moving against hers and the incredibly hard body she leaned against. A throaty moan escaped her as she reached up to twine her arms around his neck. All thoughts of the security team and the reasons they were called in flew out of her head.

Dropping an arm around his waist, she pressed closer and arched herself against him. She couldn’t seem to get close enough…she wanted more. Twisting her fingers into his hair, she pulled almost roughly, eliciting a low growl from him.

Feeling bolder than she ever had, she ran her tongue along his lips, seeking to deepen their kiss. He started in surprise and parted his lips. She might have initiated the deeper kiss, but he wasn’t passive. He pulled her hair to angle her head better, and she reveled in the feel of his fingers next to her scalp. Her tongue slid erotically against his, teasing with bold strokes, then retreating. Her free hand pulled his shirt out of the back of his combat pants so she could run her fingers over the muscles of his back.

The next second, he pinned her against the cold metal wall, his hard body pressing against her. If she had thought he growled before, that was nothing compared to the rumble emanating from him now. Breaking the kiss, she gasped as he pulled her leg up and hooked it over his hip.

More open this way, she groaned when he moved to her neck and nuzzled below her ear. Her ability to breathe normally disappeared. He pressed an impressive erection hard against her, and she ached to feel it buried deep inside her. Liquid heat flooded her as she shifted her hips as though to ride him, even with their clothes between them. She’d never wanted someone…anyone…this badly before.

A large hand stilled her hips. He pulled away to rest his forehead against hers for a second, his breathing ragged.

"Slow down, babe. We've got the whole night…the whole weekend if you want." His voice was a low murmur in the darkness of the small alleyway. "And I have a bit more class than taking a lady like you in a place like this…" His lips quirked. "Even if it's all I can think of right now."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he released her leg. "The security team should be gone now. We can move. So the question is…your place or mine?"

Normally, she would have been embarrassed throwing herself at a man like this, but at the moment, she didn’t give a rat’s ass. She’d have time to think about it later…much later. Taking a shaky breath, she reached out to caress his chest, rubbing her hand directly over his pounding heart.

Biting her lip, she looked at him. She wasn’t shy. Already, erotic images stampeded through her mind. How good he would feel…how good he would taste.

Gripping the hard muscles of his upper arms, she steadied herself. There was no way he could mistake the hungry look in her eyes. She planned on licking every inch of his gorgeous body, and had every intention of riding him until she dropped.

“Your place. Now.”

She was sophistication and sexiness all rolled into one. Roz watched her walk through the barracks of his unit's transporter ahead of him, then scowled as she instantly became the center of masculine attention from the warriors idling on their racks. The Wildcats were a mercenary unit, and like every other unit out there, their numbers were predominantly male.

"Got a nice catch there, Lead," some brave soul called out from the bunks at the back.

"Hands off, Kes, or I'll let her loose on you. She's got a punch that'd fell a wild
Hasang
," he called out in a good mood, now that he had her in friendly territory. That good mood lasted until another of his men rolled off a bunk nearby, naked to the waist and flexing every muscle he had.

His smile faded. "Put it away, Jei, lady's got too much class for you."

The other warrior pouted, but still managed a quick assessing look down the length of Summer's long legs. Roz clenched his fists at his sides, his eyes flashing a possessive warning to the other warrior. If he didn't get the hint, then he’d happily repeat it. With his fists.

When she turned back to look at him, though, he knew she only had eyes for him. Jei made a noise of disgust when he must’ve realized she wasn’t paying attention. Roz turned and gave the preening, posing warrior a look that promised payback. The other man ignored him, his gaze locked on Roz’s little human warrior.

His jacket smacked Roz full in the face. He dragged it off to look at her. She had taken it off…in front of his men. Without thought, he balled it up and threw it at a better target. It hit Jei full speed, cutting off the warrior’s view. He’d wanted to keep her under wraps until he got her into his room, but that plan just got shot to hell.

Standing there on display for everyone to see, she balanced on one leg like some exotic bird, and ran her hand down smooth, satiny skin to slip off her strappy high heel. The room went silent as every man watched her turn taking shoes off into some odd sort of strip tease.

His mouth went dry as she stared at him. Mass chaos would erupt if he didn’t get her into his room in the next few seconds. Except he couldn’t move. She stalked back to him until she stood before him…now three inches shorter than she had been. She rose on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t know which room is yours, so if you don’t want me going into someone else’s…” The little vixen brushed her lips against his ear with every word. His cock jumped with each feather-light kiss as she nibbled a path from his neck to along his jaw. She was playing with fire.

Holding still, he wanted to see how far she’d take it. He should have known better. He bit back a groan as she bit his chin. Her teeth scraped against his skin; seconds later, her lips and tongue soothed the small hurt she had inflicted. Small nips, nibbles and licks blazed a path along the other side of his jaw.

Oh Lady…

The way she sucked on his earlobe painted some extremely vivid images in his head.

She pressed her curves into him, breasts burning him through both her slinky dress and his shirt. He battled his own inner animal, to not throw her to the floor and take her roughly, right there in front of his men. She must have sensed his control slip, because she leaned back and gave him a measuring look.

She pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “If you don’t take me to your room right now, your men are going to get the show of their lives.”

Reaching behind her head, she played with the ties that held the halter top of her dress in place. Pure seduction and challenge shone in her eyes—everything he had ever wanted in a woman.

He’d been wrong. She wasn’t just playing with fire. She was fire itself.

He didn’t reply, couldn’t form one that involved anything as complex as words. A growl in the back of his throat, he wrapped an arm around her luscious waist and simply stepped backward. Shouldering open the door to his tiny room, the only private one on the ship, he claimed her lips again in a torrent of heat, as ferocious as it was passionate.

Her hands were all over him, pulling at his top and trying for his belt buckle. Breaking away for a second, he hauled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

“Oh no.” He stopped her hands as she started to undo the ties to her dress. “I’ll do that….later.”

For a moment, he thought she was going to protest, but she didn’t. Kicking the door shut, he used his body to drive her toward the nearest stationary object. The desk. She leaned up for another hungry kiss, one he hungrily returned.

Picking her up as if she weighed nothing, he placed her on the desk. As though she caught onto his sense of urgency, her fingers were deftly on his belt. Their hands raced to uncover more and more skin. Wasting no time, he slid his hands up her smooth thighs and parted her legs.

She deserved more than this, but her reactions drove him mad. She tore her mouth away from his to gasp in his ear. “Hurry, Roz…I need you.”

His brain went into meltdown as the world outside the door disappeared. Who he was, what he’d done…who she was…all that vanished. Wedging his hips between her thighs, he forced them open as wide as they would go. All that separated them was the thin fabric of her panties and that of his combat pants. His cock, already hard and aching, throbbed in vicious need.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” he promised, sliding one hand up the silken length of her thigh. The purple fabric of her dress bunched over his wrist as his fingertips found the ties at the sides of her underwear. He chuckled as he kissed down the side of her neck. “Easy access, I like it.”

The knots didn’t last long, and within seconds, the tie on one side came loose. She whimpered, a sexy sound in the back of her throat, and wriggled closer. Panting with need, he eased back an inch and ripped the fastening of his pants open. He couldn’t wait…everything about her called out to him like a junkie needing a fix. The only difference was his vice wasn’t a street drug. It was her.

Released from its confines, his cock sprang free. Biting his lower lip, he crowded her against the desk again, rubbing the thick shaft against her heated pussy lips.

She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Gripping her hips tightly, he held her in place as he pushed into her.
Dear Lady, so tight and wet.
Shaking with the effort to not plunge balls deep to the hilt right away, he eased back a bit.

It seemed she had other ideas. Her hands dropped to his ass. Her nails bit lightly as she gripped and pulled him toward her. He hissed at the sting, but loved how she made him feel. Wanted. Desperately wanted. Needed. Her long, strong legs gave him no room to pull back again so he gave up fighting.

Staring into her beautiful green eyes, he drove his hips forward with a strong thrust. He couldn’t tell which one of them had gasped louder as he sank his cock deeply into her. Hot, slick muscles gripped him tight and he lost the ability to breathe.

Leaning forward, he captured her mouth again in a bruising kiss. Long and hot, he poured everything into it. His passion and need, the way she made him feel when she made those sexy little sounds in the back of her throat, everything. Shoving a hand into her hair again, he held her still as he ravished her soft lips.

Breaking off the kiss, he locked his gaze with hers, demanding her attention. “Don’t close your eyes, baby. Stay with me.”

Slowly, more slowly than he thought possible, he drew back until he was almost out of her. Reaching down between them, he located and circled his thumb over her clit.

“No. Eyes open,” he demanded, as she moaned and arched her back. “I want you to see what you do to me. Every…” He slipped his hand free and pushed into her again. A hot, wet ride of sheer sensation. She was so tight he knew she felt every inch of him. “…single thing.”

He groaned as his hips picked up a rhythm and she matched it perfectly. Crowding closer, he arched over her body in an age old display of dominance and demanded her submission. Something shifted inside him as she fell softly back to the hard surface of the desk. An animalistic satisfaction at her surrender. Her eyes darkened with some unnamed, unrecognized emotion as he stared down at her.

So open, she didn’t hold anything back, as though she had surrendered herself into his keeping. How could she do that? What had he done to deserve such trust? Her hands slid over his body again. Capturing one of her hands, he laced his fingers through hers and stretched her arm over her head.

Rolling his hips, he slid against her sensitive clit, which elicited another breathy moan from her. He moved, she responded. He took, she gave. He played her as if she had been made for him alone.

A primal growl rumbled up from his chest. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he pulled her leg up over his hip and held her there. The move opened her wider to him, so wide she couldn’t have hidden anything from him, even if she’d wanted too. Rolling his hips again, he ground his pelvis against hers, and surged forward once more. Her eyes widened as he slipped another half inch into her welcoming heat.

“You like that, baby? Want me to do it again?” he whispered against her neck, unable to stop kissing her, to stop touching her. He felt out of control in a way he never had before. Rather than scaring the hell out of him as it should, he couldn’t get enough.