To Russia With Love (Countermeasure Series) (15 page)

Cassandra wondered why Jessica was so upset about Terese. Any other time they would both have thought the whole situation a hoot. She studied Jessica, but her face was now void of all expression.
Curiouser and curiouser
.

She was about to begin her inquisition when the sound of Trevor’s tread jogging down the stairs reached them. As he walked over to join them, Cassandra looked Jessica dead in the eyes and mouthed, “We’re not done.”

“Smells good, Cassie,” Trevor commented as he dropped a kiss on Jessica’s cheek and one on Cassandra’s lips.

“Not bad for leftovers. At least it won’t kill us,” Jessica joked.

Trevor did a double take and Jessica snorted at the concerned look that flooded his face.

“Really? You really think my cooking would kill us?” Cassandra asked, handing him the bottle of wine and opener.

“Teasing, Cassie girl. Teasing,” he grinned.

Cassandra carried the platter to the table, calling over her shoulder, “Hey Jess, wanna grab the plates and silverware? Top right cabinet. Top left drawer.
A ghrá
, grab the glasses.”

Everyone came together at the table and while Trevor opened the wine, Cassandra dished out the food. Soon they were all kicking back with full bellies, sipping wine, and having an animated conversation about life in Dublin.

Observing Trevor and Jessica’s banter, Cassandra’s heart swelled with bliss. Her best friend and her husband got on fabulously, and that thrilled her to no end. She couldn’t have imagined what she would have done had Jessica, a woman she viewed more as a sister of her heart, had not approved of Trevor.

“Trevor, I heard you paid a visit to Stephan today,” Jessica mentioned casually as she took a sip of her wine.

Cassandra shot Trevor a questioning look. “You did?”

Trevor eyed Jessica. “How do you know that?”

“I dropped by his office and he mentioned it. Are you going to start working there?”

“No.” Trevor held Cassandra’s gaze and took her hand in his. “Stephan will be in charge for a bit longer.”

“I thought you were going for a walk, clear your head.” Cassandra gazed at him.

“I did,
a ghrá
. The visit to Stephan was part of that. I let him know that I was still looking into their disappearance.’

Understanding and love crowded the concern from Cassandra’s eyes. Jessica couldn’t help but ask, “Looking into whose disappearance? Your parents’?”

Trevor nodded and Cassandra turned toward her. “That’s why we asked you to join us, Jessie. We need to you help us follow up on any leads that we may find. The NSA projects have taken up more time than we thought they would. I could really use the extra eyes and hands.”

Jessica sat back in her chair processing what they had just told her. “Wow, I am honored that you want me to help. I promise I will do everything I can.”

“I’m sure you’ll do a smashing job. You’re family, a little sister in a way. Your help will be a godsend.”

Jessica suddenly felt overwhelmed by Trevor’s confidence. Between the emotional roller coaster Stephan had put her on and the responsibility Trevor and Cassandra had entrusted her with, all she wanted was to curl up in bed and process it all. With a deep sigh, she stood and collected her dishes. “Well, like I said, I will do everything I can to help. Okay, guys. I’m beat. I think I’ll turn in.”

“Leave it, Jessie. Trevor and I can handle it.”

“Night, Jessie,” Trevor called after her.

“Sleep well.” Cassandra’s troubled eyes followed Jessica as she walked up the stairs. Her thoughts revolved around the few consistent pieces of information she had extracted from their conversation. She was so not letting that go.

As Jessica left her field of vision, she returned her attention to the cleanup waiting to be done and met Trevor’s questioning eyes. Without much to say, she shrugged her shoulders and began clearing the table. Within minutes, both had everything cleared and put away.

Turning from the sink, Trevor reached for Cassandra and pulled her into his arms. “Still a great meal the second time around,
a ghrá
.”

“You were just hungry and didn’t know any better.” Trevor chuckled. “But it was pretty damn good if I say so myself.”

“Ready to relax?” Trevor asked, offering his hand.

“Don’t you know it!” She took his hand and followed him into the living room for some much-needed quiet time.

They had created a routine around their habits. Reading, watching the news, and working flowed smoothly in their household as a well-scripted macro.

Trevor relaxed back against the couch reading the latest reports and debriefings George had sent him earlier regarding Mikhailov. Cassandra leaned against his side and he shifted to accommodate her. Draping an arm around her shoulders, he adjusted the tablet in his lap so that he could continue reading.

A comfortable silence stretched between them. As he read, his fingers trailed back and forth along her arm in an instinctive caress. When Cassandra sighed and dropped her head to his shoulder, Trevor’s heart did a little somersault in his chest.
This
was what he had looked forward to all his life—the homey, loving camaraderie that his parents had.

A short while later, Trevor surfaced from the documents he had been studying and became deeply aware of Cassandra’s hand resting on his thigh, mirroring the lazy movement of his hand on her arm. He had been so engrossed in his reading that he hadn’t registered her mood change. His focus narrowed to her hand as her caress became more rhythmic and, without any warning, she cupped him over his jeans.

His attention was definitely captured by the warmth of her hand on his hardening cock. Without hesitation, Trevor set his tablet aside, cupped the nape of her neck, and pulled her to him, claiming her mouth. She tasted of spices and wine. Needing more of her, he thrust his tongue past her lips, exploring its sweetness, teasing her tongue into an exotic dance. His groin twitched as she joined him in the wicked game, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and a groan rumbled in his chest at the flush of desire that burned through his veins.

“Shite, woman. Where did that come from? Not that I’m complaining, but…” he muttered against her lips.

Cassandra laughed softly. “Do I need a reason?”

She couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at her lips or the way her heart slammed against her ribs as she gazed down the length of him. She gave his growing arousal a slight squeeze and cupped his cheek with her free hand, the light stubble from the day’s growth felt rough against her palm.

Trevor watched her intently as she brushed her thumb across his lower lip. The sight of him was too tempting. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, “Cassandra.”

A thrill riding the tail of an electric current shot through her and she replaced her thumb with her mouth, holding his lips hostage, licking and nipping. He turned into her, slid his hand from her nape to her hip, imprisoning her against his body.

A soft moan welled up from her chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her shoulders, down and along her lower back, making her squirm. A surge of heat washed over her, leaving her weak in the knees. Out of breath, she pulled back from the kiss, slipped from his arms, and stood on not-so-steady legs next to the couch, smiling down at him.

“A nice soft bed is calling our names this time, babe.” Tugging him to his feet, Cassandra led him to the stairs. “Besides, if Jessica caught us I am sure she’d be struck blind.”

“Shite! Only a week here and she’s already put a cramp in my style,” Trevor chuckled, admiring her ass as he followed her up the stairs to their room, shutting the door behind them.

Air hissed through his teeth in appreciation as Cassandra turned from the edge of the bed to face him and reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Taking her cue, he yanked off his own and tossed it to the floor. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face as she unbuttoned and, ever so slowly, shimmied her jeans off her curvy hips and down her long, shapely legs.

Trevor’s hands froze on his own button, his gaze snared by her golden skin and the tiny swatch of lace panty barely covering the thatch of hair at the V of her thighs. She caught his eye and with a raised eyebrow nodded toward his jeans, which he quickly chucked, springing his erection free. A soft gasp escaped her and he grinned.

“You went out commando? All day?” Her questioning voice was low and sultry.

The heat flooding her eyes scorched him from his chest to his knees and his heart flipped in his chest as a saucy, sensual grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. He stalked closer, covering her tempting breast with his hand and holding her eyes as he sank his fingers in her hair.

Tightening his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her firmly toward him until they melted into each other, skin to skin, trapping his rigid shaft between them against the soft skin of her belly. His fingers kneaded her breast and his thumb rubbed across her nipple in lazy circles as he claimed her mouth, sucking down the needy moan escaping her lips.

Cassandra wrapped her arms around Trevor’s neck, cupped the back of his head, and sank deeper into the kiss. Her head rolled back on her shoulders as his lips trailed along the slender column of her throat to the pulse beating rapidly under her skin and back up to the shell of her ear. Her mouth became dry, her control slipped. With a deep shuddering breath, she pressed against his shoulders and stepped back, but his hand tightened at her nape holding her in place. “Trevor! I want—”

“No,
a ghrá
. Not this time. I want to make you scream tonight, taste and suck you like never before. I need this…we need this.”

His words sent a shiver of longing racing down her spine and her thighs trembled in anticipation, chasing all thoughts but of him from her mind. All that existed was Trevor and a deep-seated need to feel the weight of his body against hers, inside her. She sought his mouth again and covered it with hers in a deep, wet, open kiss. Her hand glided between them, gripping his hard silky erection, the other skimmed down his back to his ass.

Cassandra’s nails dug into his skin and her tight grasp around his shaft made him want her even more, but his need to give was bigger than his need to take. Trevor broke from her touch and slid down her body, tracing a path of soft kisses on her ribcage, waist, and hips, until he kneeled in front of her.

He trailed his wet tongue along the elastic band of her panties, hooked his fingers in the fabric on both sides, and slid them down from her hips, kissing the unveiled soft satin skin. Nudging her back against the edge of the bed, she fell upon it, and he slipped the panties past her feet, leaving her bare under his heavy-lidded gaze.

Holding eye contact, Cassandra spread her legs in invitation. With a deep groan rumbling in his chest, Trevor spread her folds with the pads of his thumbs. She was all pink, juicy wet, and his mouth watered for a taste of her. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her desire, and then swooped in, covering her tender flesh with his mouth, sucking her clit into it, and flicking it with his tongue. She gasped in shuddering draws of air at the contact of his tantalizing tongue pressed against her. Releasing her clit from that sensual kiss, he lapped at her folds, her sweet juices flooding his taste buds.

“More…Trevor…please!”

His alternating between long, languid licks and short little flicks turned her gasps into a drawn-out tormented groan, a heady invitation to take his fill. Her body squirmed beneath his tongue and his own screamed for him to take her and drive toward his release, but still, he waited. He wanted—needed—her to scream his name, to come in his mouth before he allowed himself the satisfaction of burying his cock in her tight heat.

He nudged her legs further apart, pushing her thighs up and back with his forearms as he spread her folds again, thrusting his firm tongue in her wet slick sheath, mimicking the rhythmic moves his hips would soon repeat.

“God, Trevor!” Cassandra’s hips bucked against his mouth and her belly tingled as one of his hands skimmed up her ribs, along her stomach, and cupped her breast. A needy sigh eased from her lungs as his tongue continued to thrust inside her and his fingers brushed across her sensitive nipple. A soft pinch sent a flare of electricity straight to her womb, causing it to clench and her clit to ache. Sensations bombarded her—his fingers plunging deep inside, the pad of his thumb and tongue grazing her throbbing clit.

Her body trembled and she shifted her hips, craving more. “Shite, Cassandra! So hot, so wet! Come for me,
a ghrá
,” he demanded harshly. Cassandra’s inner muscles clenched in response and her thighs tightened, riding the first waves of her oncoming orgasm.

“Trevor!” she cried out as it ripped through her entire body. Trevor groaned and latched his mouth on her clit, sucking hard and fast. Her body bowed from the bed. “Too much love!” she sobbed, throwing her head back, riding the wave. Spent, she fell limp to the bed. Her chest heaved and she gasped for breath, shivering in the aftermath. “Oh my god, Trevor! That was amaz—”

“We’re not finished yet, Cassie,” he breathed against her thigh, kissing it tenderly. “Remember I said ‘scream like never before’?”

“But—”

“Nope. Not even close. You can to do better than that,” he murmured, pressing a hand on her stomach and stopping her from sitting up. When he felt her relax, he gripped her by the waist and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the bed.

She lifted and draped her legs over his shoulders as his finger slid inside her still-quivering sheath. With a soft pumping motion, he added two more, filling and stretching her.

“Trevor…” His name was a long whisper spilling from her lips, but he still wanted more. He wanted her to forget all her inhibitions and scream. He primed her with his fingers now coated with her slick juices, driving hard and deep. His cock twitched and grew painfully hard when her half-mast eyes filled with heated love and desire met his. He held her gaze and, in slow deliberate movements, slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking her wetness from them.