Close To Danger (Westen #4)(45)
The pair in the cabin were going at it hot and heavy. Unaware their lives could end in any minute with one shot from the Remington bolt-action rifle. Wes Strong had already lived on borrowed time. He should’ve died in the dark forest of Bolivia the same time Isaac died almost seven years ago.
The trigger on the rifle begged to be squeezed.
“Steady. This is just a reconnaissance mission. Just observing. The time isn’t right. He needs to suffer first. Needs to know he’s being punished.”
The woman lifted up and the pair stopped their heavy make-out session to discuss something. A few minutes later he carried her out of the line of site. Probably to the bedroom. The drapes to that room were drawn. Just as well. They weren’t going anywhere.
Laughter floated behind the figure dressed in white as it slowly eased out of the tree copse and back across the snow-covered lane on cross-country skis.
Tomorrow was the anniversary of Isaac’s death. It was also the day Wes Strong was going to pay for his sins. Best let him enjoy himself tonight.
*
Wes set her down on her feet by the bed, reaching up to cup her face once more and dropping his lips to hers. Heat sizzled straight through her. She pressed closer, her hands holding onto his hips.
Finally, he broke the kiss and reached behind her to pull back the quilt, blankets and sheets. “It’s going to get freezing cold in here quick since we had to close the door.” He pulled the thick sweater over her head, then reached for the buttons of her shirt, quickly slipping them through the buttonholes.
Chloe didn’t waste any time protesting modesty as she reached for the snap of her jeans. With a flip of her fingers, the waistband was loosened. She slid the zipper down, slipped her fingers into the band of it and her panties, pushing them down with one good wiggle over her butt, then braced her hand on his shoulder to step out of them. She shrugged out of her shirt and then pulled the bra off, too.
Wes had been just as hurried and his clothes landed on the floor with hers in a pile. She laid her hand upon his chest, loving the heat of him and the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers. Before she could explore more a shiver shook her.
“Best get under the covers before we both die of exposure,” he said with a grin at his own pun, quickly helping her into the cold bed, pulling her in close to his body and burying them beneath the layers of bedding.
Shivers wracked her body and his arms tightened around her. Twisting his body, he slid one muscular thigh over her legs, melding them together, every inch of her front pressed tightly to his warm skin.
“Give it a minute, you’ll warm up,” he whispered just above her ear, sending a whole different kind of shiver through her.
To emphasize his words, he stroked his hands up and down her back. Slowly, his heat and the comfort of being held so tightly to him, relaxed her body. Spreading her hands on his back, she worked them up the long planes of his muscles, her fingers touching the fissure where the ridges of his spine sat. She let one hand stay there to stroke up and down, the other sliding lower and lower, until it could cup one of his firm ass muscles.
“Mmm, counselor I believe you’re moving into dangerous territory there.
She wiggled her hips, moving closer. “Deputy, I believe that large erection pressed against my stomach suggests you’re closer to danger than you care to admit.”
He lifted his head and nibbled on the lobe of her ear as he pressed one hand to her buttocks and drawing her in tight. “I’ve been imagining you like this in my bed since I stripped you down to your underwear two weeks ago.”
“Mmm,” she moaned, arching her neck to give him access to the erogenous zone there. “Sounds like a confession of first degree lust to me.”
“Guilty as charged,” he growled before latching onto the pulse point joining her neck and collar bone.
Heat soared through her and she felt herself growing moist with a desire to connect completely with this man—a need she’d never felt this deeply before with any other. Slowly she shifted onto her back, spreading her legs as her hands urged him to follow her. Settling his pelvis between her thighs, he splayed across her like her own human heating pad, working his way down to capture a nipple in his mouth.
“Oh yes,” she murmured, enjoying the exquisite pleasure coursing through her.
“Like that do you?” he murmured, his lips barely millimeters from the taut tip of her breast. The heat of his breath teased her flesh.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, arching her back to beg for more. “The other one is feeling a bit neglected.”
“We can’t have that.” He chuckled and kissed his way over and up her other breast to the nipple. First, he lathed it with his tongue, sending delightful shivers from it straight down her spine. Then he latched on and sucked just enough to cause her a little tension that felt more delicious than painful. She scratched her nails down and up his back as she parted her legs further, the length of his cock pressed against her own moist folds.
He released his hold on her nipple and slid up until he stared down in her eyes. “I’d love to keep you naked and feast on every inch of you, but you’re too tempting and it’s much too cold to keep either of us naked out of these blankets.”
“I could think of worse ways to die,” she said, tipping her hips and reaching down to push his buttocks forward, causing a wonderful friction of his cock on her.