Текст книги "Dangerous Surrender"

Автор книги: Katie Reus

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“It should only take us about ten minutes to get to my place from here,” Taylor said quietly, turning her body into Roman’s so she was tucked up against his side.

Before he could respond a sudden barrage of pinging rained down around them, like rain on a tin roof. The staccato was an unfortunately familiar sound.

Shit. A punch of adrenaline shot through his system. They were under attack.

Taylor jerked and looked up in alarm, started to say something, but he grabbed her by the waist and shoved her to the floorboards in between the front and back seats, throwing his body on top of hers.

Escobar cursed and hit the gas, making the SUV fishtail as they sped away.

Chapter 10

“The SUV’s bullet resistant!” Escobar shouted from the driver’s seat as the vehicle jerked forward, tires screeching as he made a sharp turn.

Adrenaline jagged through Taylor as she lay on the floorboards under Roman. He was turned away from her, looking toward the front seat, his profile grim.

Ping, ping, ping.

She cringed as more bullets slammed into the SUV. At first she’d been so confused when Roman had manhandled her to the ground. It had all happened so fast. Then she’d realized someone was shooting at them, and she was seriously close to having a full-blown panic attack.

When she watched movies that depicted women running around and screaming for no reason she always wanted to throw something at the screen. Or shake the women. She’d always wondered why on earth people screamed when the shouting couldn’t do any good. Now she completely understood. And the only reason she wasn’t screaming was because her throat felt as if it had swelled shut in pure fear. So she wasn’t any better than those characters on television she’d always thought were ditzy. If her throat loosened just a bit, she was going to start having a massive, very loud breakdown of epic proportions. There was only so much she could take and she wasn’t prepared for being shot at—again.

Escobar was saying something up front. Not to Roman though. Into his earpiece, she belatedly realized. He was ordering one of his guys to call the cops and telling them he was getting Roman and Taylor the hell out of there.

That was fine with her because she definitely didn’t relish the idea of sticking around and facing a madman—or multiple crazies—with guns.

“Taylor!” Roman shouted.

She blinked and focused on his concerned face above her. By his expression she figured he’d said her name more than once. The shooting had stopped! Even though her ears were still buzzing, they weren’t under fire. For now at least.

She slightly shook her head, trying to regain focus even though her insides were quaking like she was made of Jell-O. “Who was shooting at us? Are they still after us?” And her voice shook too, the questions coming out all high-pitched and screechy even as she tried to remain calm. Yeah, that wasn’t working for her so well.

“Shooter unknown and no one is tailing us,” Escobar said from the front, his voice clipped, as Roman pushed off her and went to help her up.

“I’m good here,” she muttered, feeling too shaky to move. She didn’t care if she looked crazy, she was safer down here. She wanted to drag Roman back down with her.

Roman’s expression softened as he looked at her. He reached a hand down to her. “No one’s following us, I swear.”

The completely shaken part of her wanted to stay exactly where she was, but she took his strong hand and let him pull her up beside him. He almost, but not quite, pulled her into his lap. Murmuring words that didn’t really sound like words, more or less just noises, he rubbed her back up and down as she turned into him. She’d always thought she’d be a lot stronger in a situation like this. Of course she’d never anticipated a situation where she’d be shot at multiple times in less than two days. Or ever, really.

“Benjamin, can you have one of your guys get Taylor’s stuff from her place? She can give him a list of what she needs. I don’t want to make another stop. If the cops need to talk to us, they can meet us at the condo. We’re not waiting around anywhere.” Roman phrased the first part as a question but it was pretty clear he wasn’t asking.

Taylor pulled back at his words. She didn’t want some random men going through her stuff. But one look at Roman’s face and having the reality of the situation crash over her, she nodded and looked up at Escobar who flicked her a glance in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, I can tell them what to get,” she muttered, realizing she probably sounded ungrateful. But she didn’t have any energy left for niceties. She just wanted to get somewhere safe and crash into the sweet oblivion of sleep.

* * *

Taylor slipped on the plush, royal blue robe the company provided for all executives as she got out of the shower. Sighing, she loosely belted it around herself, careful of her wound, which barely bothered her now. She might just keep the robe when they left. Compensation for all her mental stress.

After combing her hair and doing a half-ass job of drying it, she smoothed some of the provided lotion on her newly shaved legs and let out a sigh of relief. Her aunt Esther had always told her that there wasn’t much that a hot shower and a hot cup of tea couldn’t cure. Or at least soothe. The sweet woman who’d been the only mother-figure Taylor ever knew, had been right.

The simple shower had done wonders for Taylor’s outlook. At least she wasn’t ready to spiral into a breakdown anymore. As long as no one shot at them for the rest of the evening—well day, considering it was after midnight—she’d be fine.

She rolled her shoulders as she stepped out into the large bedroom. Roman had given her the big bedroom but she was pretty sure they’d be sharing a bed later. Even if they didn’t have sex, she was big enough to admit she didn’t want to sleep alone. The color scheme of the huge room was dark blue, light gray and pearly white. The rest of the place was the same. Neutral, soothing to the eye—bland, like a hotel. The setup of the place was simple. Two huge rooms, both with ocean views, were separated by a living room with an entertainment center most men would probably drool over. The living room also had an ocean view, but they’d pulled all the drapes shut. The glass doors were all secured and bullet resistant because Powers Group didn’t mess around with their visiting clients’ security. While she didn’t think someone from a boat or helicopter would be spying on them with binoculars, she still didn’t like the idea of feeling so exposed.

For all she knew Neal could be on the beach watching. Unlikely considering Escobar had called in another security team and two of those guys were patrolling the strip of beach in front of the building. The extra security made her feel a lot better, but Roman’s presence was the only thing helping her keep it together. She still couldn’t believe someone had opened fire on them gang-style. It had been an actual drive-by, something that felt surreal to even think about.

When she stepped out of the bedroom into the tiled living room, she jerked to a halt.

Her stuff had been delivered while she’d been in the shower and Roman was going through her suitcase, which he’d opened up onto the thick, wood coffee table. “Uh, hello?”

He glanced up at her and half-smiled, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Hey, how was the shower?”

“Good… If you wanted to see my panties all you had to do was ask.” She snatched a pair of boy-short Wonder Woman panties she was mortified one of the security team had grabbed. Balling it into her hand, she shoved it into one of the robe’s pockets.

Roman snorted and spared her a quick glance. “I’m definitely seeing you in those later… And I’m just searching for any tracking devices. I know it’s paranoid, but…” He trailed off, shrugging as he continued his methodical examination.

Paranoid, maybe, but she didn’t mind in the least. They’d be leaving this place after they’d slept a few hours and she’d rather him take every precaution available. Because the truth was, she hadn’t even thought about tracking devices. It seemed insane, but then Neal Lynch was clearly not right in the head. She still didn’t understand why he’d opened fire on them. Or she assumed it was him who’d done it. It could have been the man he’d hired. Either way he’d clearly been willing to kill her and innocent men. She’d already made her statement to the police though and if she never had to make another report again that was fine with her. Maybe Neal thought with her dead he’d have a better defense—even though that sounded stupid.

“I’m going to make some hot tea. Do you want any?” she asked. When they’d arrived she’d scoured the cabinets and was grateful there were plenty of tea choices.

He shook his head as he ran his hand along the lining of her suitcase. “I’m good, but thanks.”

Since he was intent on his task, she headed for the kitchen and made a pot of peppermint tea. The microwave would have been easier, but it felt wrong on so many levels to make tea that way. As she waited, she slipped her Wonder Woman panties on. Wearing nothing under the robe felt weird and she kind of hoped he’d been serious about seeing her in them later. Once the teapot whistled on the stove, she inhaled the familiar scent, letting it ground her before pouring herself a mug.

She found Roman still meticulously looking over her things. Considering what a private person she was, it was one of the first signs that this man had already gotten under her skin when she hadn’t been paying attention. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

Bent over the table, searching her suitcase, his arm muscles flexed, his expression intense and insanely sexy. She could watch him all night but forced herself to do something productive. She pulled her laptop from the bag they’d retrieved from her car and turned it on. “Did you search my backpack?” she asked.

“Yeah, scanned your laptop first. It’s clean.”

Good. If Neal thought he was going to get away with any of this, especially the attack that could have hurt Roman, he was about to get a taste of her wrath. Sitting on the couch, she propped her feet on the coffee table and got to work.

“What’re you doing?” Roman asked almost absently as he slipped one of his big hands into a zippered compartment, feeling around inside.

“Now that I’ve got a lot of Neal’s information and complete access to his files, I’m going to start searching for him using it. It’s very hard to go completely off the grid unless you use a new identity. Which he might very well have. But I’m not going to let him just get away without trying to track him down.” She opened up a folder in one of his email accounts, scanning old messages. Investigations could be tedious work, but she was used to it and right now she was more determined than she’d ever been to dig up information on someone. And after she plugged in some key search words, she should be able to narrow down the right files quicker.

“You should leave that to the police.” She could hear the frown in Roman’s voice without looking at him.

“The police missed a key piece of evidence in this investigation. Not to mention…” She trailed off, wondering how much she should tell him about her past. Oversharing too soon was one of those relationship no-no’s. Of course they weren’t in a relationship.

“What?” he pressed.

Because she didn’t want to see his expression when she told him, she kept typing in commands as she continued. “My stepfather was a cop. He killed my mom in a drunken rage.” The words sounded almost robotic even though saying them felt as if she was being torn to ribbons on the inside. It was just too hard to let emotion seep through when she discussed it. She was already at a breaking point after everything that had happened the last couple days and didn’t want to unleash too many long-buried feelings now.

She watched Roman still his movements out of the corner of her eye. He moved slowly and rounded the coffee table and sat next to her on the couch, still giving her some space. When he reached out and placed a gentle but possessive hand on the back of her neck, she tore her gaze from the laptop and looked at him. He watched her carefully but didn’t say anything, obviously letting her talk when and if she wanted.

She’d never told any of the men she’d dated about her mom, had seen no reason to. But she wanted Roman to know this about her. Even if things between them never amounted to anything, she wanted him to know. “My mom was…everyone said she was a sweet woman. The truth was, she was weak. I’ve felt guilty for a long time because of the way I viewed her and I know it’s hard for anyone being abused to leave their abuser, but she had me. Her daughter to worry about. And she tried a couple times to leave him, even went so far as to attempt pressing charges, but each time she was talked out of it because she could potentially ruin her husband’s career.” Taylor rolled her eyes at that, biting back the anger that surged through her any time she thought of that man.

“He eventually killed her in a drunken rage, jealous because he’d thought she’d been flirting with one of my teachers during a parent-teacher conference. He was always getting jealous about something and it was always stupid reasons. This time wasn’t any different from the others, not at first anyway. But he started ranting and raving about how she didn’t love him enough to give him a child of his own and just full-on freaking out. I’d always been pretty invisible to him, someone he had to deal with because I was my mom’s daughter. That night…he looked at me differently. Like he wanted to kill me. I saw it in his eyes and my mom must have too. I didn’t realize it until later, but she started provoking him, turning all his rage back onto her by admitting that she’d been flirting—when she hadn’t. Then she screamed at me to leave and… I did. I ran to a neighbor’s for help. By the time the police showed up it was too late. She was dead and he committed suicide by cop. Even at the end he was too weak to just kill himself.” Her voice broke and she was surprised she’d been able to get it all out.

Roman’s expression softened so much, it nearly shredded her. “Honey,” he murmured, taking her laptop and putting it on the coffee table before pulling her into his lap.

She went willingly, savoring his comforting embrace as she laid her head on his shoulder. “I hated her for a long time, hated that she wasn’t strong enough to leave him, that I wasn’t enough of a reason for her to get away. I eventually realized that it had nothing to do with me. The aftermath of everything that happened, the way the cops acted as if his murderous rampage was a big shock to the community enraged me. To say it left a bad taste in my mouth where law enforcement is concerned is an understatement. I get that the majority of people in law enforcement are good and care about the people in their community—intellectually. But some days, like this Monday, all those buried feelings clawed their way to the surface, terrifying me.”

His eyebrows drew together and he reached up with his hand, cupping her cheek and jaw, stroking over her skin with his thumb. The roughness of his thumb sent a shiver rolling through her. “No wonder you ran straight to Vadim’s.”

She shrugged. “In hindsight I probably could have handled things better but…it was like that sixteen year old just took over and escaping was all I could focus on.”

“A sixteen year old with the ability to steal cars.” His voice was wryly amused.

She laughed at the statement, the light humor taking her off guard and exactly what she needed. She didn’t want to throw a pity party for herself or take a long trip down memory lane. She’d just wanted Roman to understand why she wasn’t letting this go, why she wouldn’t just sit back and let the cops take over. Obviously she wouldn’t get in anyone’s way but if she could find something for them to use, she would do it. “When I moved in with my aunt, one of the neighborhood boys taught me how to pick locks and steal cars among other things. I think he wanted to impress me.”

“Such a bad girl,” he murmured, the sudden drop in his voice sending a rush of heat between her legs. His tone and the heat in his eyes were so blatant she felt it all the way to her toes.

“And you were probably a boy scout.”

His lips twitched up, but he didn’t respond as his hand left her cheek and dipped between the lapels of her robe. She sucked in a breath as his big palm settled over one of her breasts, cupping it gently.

He kept his gaze pinned to hers as he oh-so-slowly rubbed this thumb over her already hardening nipple, sending shards of sensation cascading through her. “You wearing those Wonder Woman panties?”

She nodded, her eyes going heavy-lidded as he tweaked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Want to see?” Surprised she’d even been able to find her voice, she grinned when his eyes went molten.

Wordlessly he slid her off his lap so that she was sitting on the couch. She spread her legs when he knelt in front of her, wondering what he planned. He’d told her exactly what he wanted earlier but she wasn’t sure if he’d been serious. She really, desperately hoped he was.

He tugged the soft belt free before pushing the robe off her shoulders. It pooled down around her waist as her breasts and torso were exposed. When he fully parted the bottom part of it, spreading it open so that all of her was bared to him, she felt the strongest sense of power as he raked a hungry gaze over her. His lips twitched again in that adorable way of his when they landed on her undergarments. She had a lot of lace and silk but she preferred her boy-short style panties and was glad he liked them too.

He hooked his fingers under the elastic of them. “Lift up,” he ordered softly.

Not needing to be told twice, she did. He slowly pulled them down her legs, tossing them behind him. If she’d thought he looked hungry before, it was a whole different story when she was fully bared to him.

He lifted one of her already spread legs by the ankle and kissed her inner calf. She felt incredibly exposed, heat flooding between her thighs and her nipples tightening to almost painful points at the sensation of being so exposed to him. Her lower abdomen tightened as he held her leg like that, kissing her and watching her intermittently. As if he wanted to see her every reaction.

Slowly, he made his way up her leg, raking his teeth over her skin then following up with little nibbles and kisses.

She slid her fingers through his short, buzzed hair. It wasn’t long enough to grab onto so she just clutched his head. When he reached her upper inner thigh, he leaned into the juncture of her thighs and inhaled deeply.

Her face flamed at what he was doing. It was such a raw, sexual act. Then he shuddered, his big body just trembling in a way that turned her on even more. As he’d been kissing his way up her body she’d felt nervous, almost weird about being so exposed like this, but at his reaction something shifted inside her.

She might be naked and in a vulnerable position, but something told her she had all the power right now.

Shifting slightly, he kept one hand pressing her thigh open then leaned down and peppered kisses over her lower abdomen, right above her mound. Teasing her. His breath was warm against her skin as he blazed a hot path just over her most sensitive area.

Her inner walls clenched and she tightened her fingers against his head. “Are you seeing how long you can tease me?” she whispered, her voice raspy, and really wishing he was just as naked as she was. She wanted to see every inch of him right now.

He chuckled against her, but didn’t look up as he turned his head and grazed his teeth over the section of skin where her inner thigh met her—oh! He moved suddenly, sucking on her clit and she nearly vaulted off the couch.

“Roman,” she cried out.

In response, he dipped his tongue inside her and she lost any semblance of controlling herself that she might have had. He held onto one of her ankles and lifted it up to the couch so that her heel was on the edge. The position kept her wide open for him.

She didn’t need him to keep her leg in place, but she liked the feel of him holding her there as his tongue dipped inside her again.

Stroking, stroking, stroking, and making her insane as she writhed against him. He shifted positions again and moved back to her clit, the pulsing bundle of nerves begging for his kisses. It was too much and not enough as he zeroed in on her, his rhythmic pressure just shy of pushing her over the edge.

She needed something else, something—

He slid a finger inside her and she clamped around him, rolling her hips against him. Oh yeah, that was exactly what she needed.

Taking his cues from her body’s response, he slid a second finger in and pushed deep inside her. Curling his fingers, he curved them up so they brushed against that oh-so sensitive spot she usually only found on her own. Instead of withdrawing and pushing back in her, he started stroking inside her right against that sensitive section of her body.

Her senses went into overload.

She slammed her hands against the couch, digging her fingers into the soft material so she wouldn’t hurt his head as he continued his beautiful assault. The wicked way he continued caressing her combined with the constant pressure of his tongue was too much.

Without warning she surged into orgasm, her hips jolting off the couch and against his face as it slammed into her. Pleasure singed all her nerve endings from the onslaught. She arched back against the couch, loving the little growl of approval he made against her spread lips.

She wasn’t sure how long the orgasm lasted but it seemed to go on forever until finally she fell back against the couch, breathing hard, feeling completely boneless and sated.

When he looked up at her, his expression was primal as he grabbed her hips and shifted her so that she fell back flat against the couch.

Moving like a predator, he covered her body with his, capturing her mouth in a hungry, dominating kiss that left her breathless. She moaned into him, tasting her release, something that was much more erotic than she’d ever imagined.

She reached between them and cupped his covered erection. Soon she was going to strip him down to nothing and give him just as much pleasure as he’d given her.

When he encircled her wrist, stopping her, she jerked back in surprise. “What?” she asked.

He lifted her arm above her head, pinning it against the couch. Just as quickly he did the same to the other, rendering her completely helpless. She loved feeling that way underneath him, knowing he could give her exactly the kind of pleasure she’d fantasized about.

“I told you what I was going to do to you,” he murmured, a dark edge to his voice that made her nipples stand up, begging for attention.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded. He’d told her he was going to go down on her until she passed out from sheer exhaustion. But he couldn’t have meant that, right?

He captured her mouth again, holding her arms in place as she writhed against him. Her hard nipples brushed against his shirt, the sensation wildly stimulating as she fantasized about what it would be like to have skin on skin contact.

When he shifted slightly so he could hold her wrists in place with one hand only to cup her mound and start teasing her with his other, she realized he’d been serious about his intentions.

At the thought, another orgasm almost tore from her.

The more time she spent with him, the more it hurt to realize he wasn’t looking for anything serious. But he was so giving and sweet and the fact that he was solely focusing on her pleasure was kind of insane. She knew things between them would be over soon, and it hurt more than she wanted to admit, so she was going to enjoy every second of time with this man.