Close To Danger (Westen #4)(93)

Wes shook his head. “Napier is going to a very secluded island in the Caribbean, one that has passed down from family member to family member. No one comes or leaves without the owner of the island’s permission. And I meant what I said. He breaks any of my rules, he’s dead.”



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Chloe made a little moaning sound when Wes climbed in the bed behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her back against him.

“Mmm,” she mumbled as he trailed kisses along her long neck, sending sparks of heat through her. “Where’d you go?”

“Just couldn’t sleep,” he whispered, letting his hands slide beneath her night shirt to cup her breasts, then tweak her nipples into tight points. “Think you can help me with that?”

She wiggled her bottom against his thick erection. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can.”

Cupping her face with one hand, he turned her head until he captured her lips in a slow, hot kiss. Slowly she turned, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She loved the feel of his body. Hard, tight, hot. Every muscle defined by strength, but not overly developed like some gym rat’s bodies. No, this was a man who stayed fit by working, not working out.

“You have on too many clothes,” he murmured. With one swift motion, he pulled her nightshirt off and tossed it to the side of the bed, returning to kissing her deeper.

She slid one hand up his back, memorizing all the ridges and bumps. Scars. Probably from all his missions. Someday she’d get him to tell her about them. Tonight, she’d just let them remind her how lucky she was he’d survived to be with her.

“I want to taste you,” he said, trailing his lips down her neck. Sliding his body over hers until he was nestled between her spread thighs, he captured one breast with his lips, suckling just enough to send pain and pleasure coursing through her. He moved his head, the whiskers of his day-old beard scratching her already sensitive skin.

When his mouth latched on and tugged her other nipple, she arched her back. Her fingers digging into his shoulders as she moaned, “Wes.”

“Liked that did you?” he murmured, the humor in his voice making her smile, just before he repeated it.

“Oh, God, yes.” His tortured attention continued to both her breasts until her breath came in short pants of need.

Then he slid down further, his shoulders pushing her thighs wider. Hoping he’d join her at some point, she hadn’t bothered to wear panties. He nuzzled his face into her moist folds. “Love the way you smell when you’re aroused.”

If she’d read that in a romance novel, she’d wonder how any woman could think it was sexy. Now? Coming from the man who’d come to mean so much to her? It was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to her. Any further thoughts about it flew from her mind as his tongue found her clit and circled it.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, flinging her arms out wide and gripping the bottom sheet in her fists. Wave after wave of heat flowed over and through her as he lapped and teased her most sensitive spot. With one final gasp, she thrust her hips upward into his mouth, letting her orgasm tear through her.

Slowly, she relaxed. Spread wide before him, he rose to his knees and slipped a condom in place. “You’re beautiful, Chloe. I will always remember you just like this,” he said just before he thrust deep inside her, capturing her mouth once more, letting her taste her own essence on his lips and tongue.

Slowly, he slipped out, then thrust deep. Each time, filling her. Each time, bringing her more pleasure. Each time, whispering how he loved making love to her. Each time, thrilling her heart, making her want more of him. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she encouraged him to move faster and harder, finally joining him in his release as she found hers a second time.

Later, she snuggled up against his chest as he stroked his hand up and down her back in a slow mesmerizing mix of warmth and comfort.

“I’m sorry I put you in danger by taking you to my cabin.”

She slid her fingers to the ridges of black silk stitches along the knife wound he’d sustained, a shiver going through her. “Don’t be. I’m glad I was there. Glad I could go for help. Glad I could distract her long enough for you to stop her.” Her voice caught as the idea that he might’ve died tore through her.

“Shh,” he said, slipping his fingers under her chin and lifting it until she could see his intense blue gaze. “It’s okay. I’m fine and you’re safe.”

She couldn’t help the shudder. “Safe until my stalker figures out I’m back in town.”

“It’s all going to be okay, counselor. Trust me.” He captured her lips once more, in a slow, soft, heart-clenching kiss. “Your stalker will be taken care of. Things will look much better tomorrow. You’ll be back at work and getting on with your life.”

The conviction of his words and the warmth of his body eased her tension. She snuggled closer and let her eyes close. Just as she fell asleep, he tightened his hold on her and she heard him whisper, “I love you, Chloe.”





CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE


Nervous didn’t even begin to describe the anxiety flooding Chloe as she and Wes rode the elevator up to her office the next morning. He held her hand until the bell for her floor rang. Releasing her, he stepped back to follow her through the doors like her personal bodyguard.