Hear No (Hidden Evil, #1) Page 15

  “Yesssss,” she murmured, reaching up with her hands to pull his head towards her. She kissed him deeply, showing him how much she wanted him, and loving his flavor, the velvet softness of his mouth, the way he worked her lips.

  He slid one finger into her, and she moaned.

  “More, Nathan,” she begged.

  “We’ll get there.” He was amused. He withdrew his finger from her core and continued the slow exploration of her body with his hands.

  Afire with need, she twisted in his grip and pressed her hips against his, shuddering at the feel of him. Kaylee wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard then took a step back towards the bed, tugging him with her.

  “I want you, Nathan,” she said breathlessly.

  “Good.” He captured her lips with his again, working her mouth and touching her lightly until she barely knew where she was and couldn’t have stood without his support. He withdrew from kissing her and spun her around again. Wrapping one arm around her, he lowered them to the bed, balancing with his other arm.

  Kaylee’s breasts grazed the quilt, and she shivered again. Nathan kissed her neck and her shoulder, nudging her thighs a part. He settled between them, his dick pressed against one thigh, and his possessive touch running down her sides as he trailed kisses down her back. He squeezed her ass again.

  “Nathan,” she complained, shivering without the heat of his body warming hers. She started to twist to shift to her back.

  He pressed two fingers into her slick core, and she stopped, holding her breath. He nipped the sensitive skin on her butt with his teeth then kissed his way up her back, while his fingers moved in and out in a steady rhythm.

  The feel of his skin against hers was nearly orgasmic. He settled on top of her once more, the tip of his penis tickling the opening of her core.

  She wriggled downwards, needing him with inhuman desire, and he chuckled, holding her in place. Kaylee was nearly panting with need. He kissed the side of her face, and she twisted to capture his lips with hers.

  Nathan kissed her deeply, nudging his manhood against her opening without penetrating her.

  “Please,” she groaned. “This is torture.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  No part of her was capable of anger at this point; her only rational thought was that she had to have him inside her and soon, because she was about to die.

  Nathan kissed her cheek, neck, shoulder then pushed himself up once more. He turned her onto her back, placing a leg on either side of him and taking the time to touch every inch of them, from her ankles to her thighs.

  Her eyes fell to his erection, and she stared at it again, almost drooling at the idea of him being inside her. Its tip was wet with moisture, the bulbous head huge and red. Despite looking ready to burst, Nathan was still in control, while she’d long since abandoned trying to maintain any sort of control.

  He leaned forward to kiss her without letting their bodies touch. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him into her, and reached down to stroke him with one hand.

  “Sweetheart,” he said, breaking away with a smile. “You think you can convince me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” she replied instantly. “Please?”

  Nathan’s kissed her briefly then moved his hands down her body, grazing the straining nipples, cupping her breasts, and drawing a line down her lower belly with an index finger. His mouth followed the same trail.

  Kaylee’s hips went up in anticipation of him touching the aching clit or sliding into her again. He didn’t but left a trail of fire down the inside of one thigh.

  “Let me taste you first, then I’ll fuck you,” he said, eyes glowing as they fell to the delicate folds between her legs.

  He shifted down the bed until his head was at the level of her lower belly then began kissing. Hot, fiery, soft kisses with his fully lips that ran from her belly button down to the sacred triangle of her sex.

  Kaylee held her breath once more, begging him silently to relieve her of the intense lust that had her body humming with yearning. Nathan nestled two fingers into her nether lips, on either side of her clit, to expose the sensitive pleasure button. He continued kissing her inner thighs and then, ever so gently, licked the aching clit.

  “Oh, god!” Kaylee gasped, not expecting the intensity of the small touch. She shifted again, hot for him in a way she’d never been for anyone.

  Nathan licked again, and she arched, unable to stand the exquisite pleasure much longer. He released the skin and slid his tongue down to her core, tasting her. The sensation made her wriggle again.

  “So wet,” he said, his voice husky with need. “So sweet. Like honey. God you taste good.” He lowered his head again, the feel of his hot tongue darting into her core sending her closer to the edge.

  “Nathan!” she cried, ready for him. His scent filled her senses while her skin pricked for him, waiting to feel his hot touch again.

  He laughed and lifted his head, kissing his way up her body. He settled between her legs, the tip of his dick at her core, and rested his forearms on either side of her head. His warm skin and solid weight against hers made her desperate for more. The last shreds of her patience and control snapped, and Kaylee kissed him hungrily, no longer able to think of anything but feeling him inside her.

  Nathan pressed her into the bed, responding with his own intensity and deepening the kiss. He withdrew after a moment, and both of them were breathless.

  “That’s what I was waiting for,” he said.

  “Now,” she growled, pulling his head back to hers. She kissed him again, needing him inside her.

  The tip of his erection slid into her core, and she broke away with a gasp. The sensations were too incredible, too intense.

  Nathan captured her lips again, not giving her a chance to think, while he penetrated her slowly, inch by inch, giving her body time to adjust to his size. Kaylee clawed at him, trying to hurry him, beyond her restraint at the feel of him but needing more.

  He withdrew and entered her again, this time faster. He began to pump, his upper body pinning hers in place while his lower body shifted.

  Fire built in Kaylee’s belly quickly. The sensations grew overwhelming, and she broke away from the kiss. His harsh breathing mixed with hers, his slow rhythm steady and unfaltering, even when she tried to rush him with the legs she’d wrapped around his hips.

  “Nathan,” she pleaded.

  She sensed his control slipping.

  The tension was growing within her at the incredible sensation of him filling her then retreating, and he began entering her harder and faster each time, magnifying the exquisite friction of their lower bodies.

  The fire in her belly grew to the point where she thought she’d explode. Her body went rigid, and she arched beneath him, sucking in a breath.

  “God, yes!” Nathan’s voice was strained. “You’re so fucking tight and wet!”

  She was frozen in that moment for what felt like a lifetime, overcome by the sensations of him inside her, of their bodies pressed together, of his scent, his heat, his strength. Lost in him in every way, she couldn’t think or move as she waited for the orgasm to break.

  The tension within her snapped with the force of a taut bow, and she cried out, her body convulsing under wave after wave of intense pleasure that robbed her of breath and thought. Her sheathe clenched Nathan’s dick hard and fast, undulating with the intensity of her climax.

  His body went rigid, and he buried his face into the nape of her neck a second before he, too, was sent toppling into an orgasm. Panting, Nathan continued to pump, his movement slowing and finally stopping.

  Kaylee’s senses returned gradually. Her body was limp, but her sheathe still sent tremors of pleasure through her. Her breathing was hard, her body slick with sweat and her senses intoxicated with him.

  “My god, Nathan,” she said when she’d caught her breath.

  He lifted his head. She gazed up at him, awed by the experience. He smoothed str
ands of hair away from her neck then kissed her, a leisurely, long kiss, and she relished his flavor, unable to summon any part of her that wanted to put that wall up between them again. Lost in the afterglow, she wrapped her arms around him, wanting to pull him closer, to keep him against her.

  He pulled away enough to see her.

  “It’s never felt that way before,” she whispered.

  His smile was tender, the warmth in his eyes the first genuine emotion she’d seen from him. Kaylee traced a finger down his chiseled cheek and jaw, across his soft lips and down his neck.

  “It feels like we were made for each other,” he said. “We fit together so perfectly.”

  “I want more of you,” she groaned, unable to help the desperation in her voice.

  “Baby, I’m just getting started.” He moved in and out of her again, until he was hard once more. “Told you I’d fit. Trust me now?”

  She hesitated, looking up into his dark eyes. “I think so.”

  “Good. I got a laundry list of things I want to do to you.”

  Nathan said then kissed her hungrily. Within seconds, she was burning for him again, aching and whispering for him to make love to her again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nathan awoke with a jolt. He hadn’t planned on falling asleep. His arms were around the naked, slumbering form of Kaylee. He returned his head to the pillow, mind moving quickly. Their combined scent was on her skin, the smell of sex thick in the air. It made him horny again. His dick was still inside her from the last round of lovemaking, and it grew hard.

  With regret, Nathan withdrew from her body, hating the idea of not being inside her anymore.

  She needs the sleep. Her body was exhausted from his lovemaking, her spirit weary from Shadowman draining her energy. He didn’t try to fool himself into thinking he’d made love to her for her benefit only. He was well aware that he’d wanted her since first laying eyes on her, and nothing about her was a disappointment. Not the scent of her skin, her sweet flavor, the way her body responded to him. They were made for each other, and she’d trusted him in bed the way she didn’t outside.

  Should he feel bad about sleeping with her at a time when she probably didn’t need the added complication?

  No. There were some things in life he wouldn’t trade for a clear conscience, and bedding her was one. She’d proven to be as exhilarating in bed as she was out, the perfect mix of challenge and submission with a wanton lack of inhibition, once her guard melted away.

  His gaze went over her, and he was unable to suppress the flare of desire at the sight of her naked body. Her aura was clear and sparkling, a sign she was at peace for the first time since they’d met.

  His restlessness returned quickly, though, as he began to realize this was likely to be their only time together, if he didn’t figure out to save her. He didn’t want to leave at all but spend as long as it took in bed with her for him to feel fully satisfied. There was an encyclopedia of things he could think of doing with her, enough to keep them in bed together for weeks straight.

  With regret, Nathan carefully worked his limbs free from her warm, soft body and rolled out of the bed. He pulled on his jeans with a glance at the clock. It had been afternoon when they started making love and past dark when they stopped to sleep. After a few hours of rest and his body relaxed from lovemaking, he was ready to roll.

  He exited the bedroom and closed the door behind him. His otherworldly senses picked up the fact that Shadowman had returned at some point. Guardian angels were like small bursts of sparkles and light, like distant stars twinkling in the sky.

  Shadowman was like a cold, dark splotch in comparison, a tiny black hole.

  Nathan rinsed his face with cool water to wake up the rest of his senses then left the bathroom. He paused at the entrance of the living room. While he knew Shadowman was there, he wasn’t expecting the creature to be in its human form, seated on the couch.

  “Good morning,” Nathan said casually. “You waiting for me?”

  “Yes.” The demon spoke with a low hiss.

  Nathan sat in a rocking chair, the only seat close to the Shadowman he was comfortable sitting in. He waited, sensing a demon didn’t seek him out, if it didn’t have a message of some sort.

  “You must stay away from her,” Shadowman said.

  “Why?”

  “Because I say so.”

  “You’re warning me. I’ve dealt with enough demons to know they normally just attack.”

  Shadowman said nothing.

  “Which leads me to believe there’s a reason you didn’t rip me a part in the alley and waited patiently like a dog for me to face you here.”

  Shadowman rose abruptly, and Nathan assessed he was right. He remained in place, sensing he’d almost provoked the creature enough for it to talk.

  “Why?” he asked.

  Shadowman made an unpleasant sound like a hiss.

  “Let’s start with an easier question. I know how stupid you demons are,” Nathan said. “Are you being told by the bosses in Hell not to kill me?”

  “No.”

  “So they want me dead.”

  “Probably.”

  “Okay.” Nathan paused to think again briefly. “Is Kaylee right? Did you not hurt me because she told you not to?’

  Shadowman gave a snort of derision.

  “That answers that. The only thing I can think of is that you can’t kill me.”

  “Soul agreement.”

  Nathan froze. “Absolutely not.”

  It was Shadowman’s turn to be amused. At least, Nathan interpreted the strange gurgle it made as a laugh.

  “Shit.” Nathan rose and paced. “That’s worse news than you are.” His attraction to her and his hesitation to kill her began to make sense in that light. No wonder it felt like her body was made just for me. “But if true, the worst you can do is try to scare me off. You can’t hurt me, can you?”

  The grating sound emerging from Shadowman was one of pure frustration.

  “No offense, but I refuse to believe this nonsense about a soul agreement. I do not – nor will I ever – settle down with one woman. Ever.”

  “Then leave,” Shadowman snapped.

  Right now, that sounds like a great idea. Nathan went still again, his insides churning. He always walked away, and the demon was telling him that he’d no longer be able to, not if he had an OTL.

  He left the demon in the living room and returned to the bedroom. He refused to look at Kaylee, instead snatching his clothes, shoes and socks.

  He strode through the house, collecting his wallet and keys. The cold streaking through him was something he hadn’t felt since the day he agreed to take on the role of a spirit guide. He hated the idea of some part of his world being outside his control, of the soul agreement that marked him as the OTL that the guardian angels had chosen for Kaylee. It was a special, sacred honor, one he didn’t know what to do with – one he didn’t really want.

  After all his work and dedication, the Other Side conspired against him.

  Then again, a woman fated to die soon might be the perfect kind of wife to have.

  You’re a cold bastard sometimes, Nate. He shook his head. He couldn’t let that happen, even if he didn’t know what to do about her.

  Shadowman remained in the living room, restlessly shifting with the fluidity of the shadow he resembled.

  “You should probably stay here,” Nathan advised it. “If 3G found her at her office, they’ll find her here.”

  Shadowman said nothing.

  Nathan left. He didn’t realize until the cold night air hit him that his heart was racing and his hands clammy.

  Of all the things he’d seen over the past three thousand years, he never expected to see a fallen guardian or have a demon tell him that he had an OTL, the sickeningly sweet phrase the angels had coined. He stopped, halfway to the car, and tossed his head back. His breaths drifted upward in a thin fog towards the star-studded sky. It was almost five. He’d planned
on meeting Maggy last night and realized she was probably pissed.

  He had to fix this thing with Kaylee. After Zyra died, he swore never to settle down with any woman. He wasn’t about to stick around long enough to fall for this one, even if she was gorgeous and witty. And scared. Great in the sack with a body he could see himself spending every night exploring.

  Shit. Nathan rubbed his face hard.

  At least with Shadowman around, she was safe. He could walk away for now and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do next.

  He left and drove back to the townhouse in Arlington. Dawn lit up the eastern sky by the time he pulled into the driveway.

  Maggy was up, if the lights glowing in every window were an indication. He turned off the car and got out, not letting himself dwell on Kaylee, not when thinking of her was stirring up emotions he didn’t want to feel.

  He walked in the front door and glanced around. Maggy had called in Randy and a few others who were on the main level, eating breakfast cooked by a large African American man Nathan knew as Jordan.

  “Nate!” Maggy exclaimed. “Where the hell have you been?” She leapt up from her seat at the table with another guide.

  The others in the room glanced up, waving at him.

  “Long story.” Nathan waved back. He tossed his keys on the counter.

  Maggy frowned at him. “We thought you’d been kidnapped or worse after the sinkhole incident.”

  “No. Just had to take her somewhere safe.” He grabbed a plate and went to the makeshift buffet, filling his plate with ham and scrambled eggs. “No hot sauce, Jordan?”

  “You don’t need that death sauce,” was the offended response. “I cook damn good, Nate.”

  Nathan smiled and sat down at the breakfast bar.

  “Nate!” Maggy was pissed. She pushed his shoulder. “You just disappear for half a day then waltz back in with no explanation?”

  “Just doing my job, Mags. Took her up north. Not sharing the location with anyone,” he said firmly. “Before the sinkhole, 3G tried to kill us all by collapsing the building. You wanna tell me what’s going on? I’m pretty sure you know.”