Trouble in a Tight Dress (Six Points Security, #1) Read online

  Nina smiled, plainly pleased with his reaction. “What took you so long?”

  “Ty was being a pain in the ass,” he said as he toed off his shoes. Reaching for his belt, he added, “He figured out what we’re doing.”

  “He did?” Shock filled her voice as the smile dropped from her face.

  “Yeah, but he said he’d keep his mouth shut. On the bright side, he gave me a couple condoms. If he hadn’t, we would have been a no-go.”

  With a look of sheer mortification, she dropped her head back against the pillow and groaned.

  His stomach dropped. “Shit, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t tell him. He figured it out on his own. If you don’t want to do this, just say the word and I’ll—”

  “How many did you get?”

  “How many what?”

  Propping herself up on one elbow, she stared at him as though he were the dullest knife in the drawer. “Condoms, what else?”

  “Oh. Yeah. Two.”

  “That’s it?” A playful smile teased her lips. “Good thing I have some in my bag.”

  That sure as hell wasn’t the reply he’d expected, and he stared at her in stunned disbelief. “You packed condoms?”

  She lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug. “They’re part of my emergency kit. A girl can never be too careful.”

  The woman never ceased to surprise him. Smart, sexy, and she planned ahead for every contingency. In record time, he stripped off his clothes, but as he started toward the bed, she gestured for him to stop.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she said with a slow shake of her head. “I just wanted to get a good look before you got all hot and sweaty.”

  Her answer caught him by surprise, and he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He supposed he should be flattered that she liked the way his body looked. And considering he’d just gotten an eyeful of her, it only seemed fair to return the favor. Respecting her request, he stood perfectly still, allowing her to inspect every square inch of his body. It felt a little strange to be ogled while nude—and fully erect—but it also turned him on a lot more than he expected. “Want me to turn around so you can check the back while you’re at it?”

  Her eyes lit up. “Would you?”

  He shook his head, unable to hold back the smile. Playing along, he turned to face the wall. “I’m not a good dancer, so don’t even ask.”

  “We’ll see about that later.” She made a sound of pure feminine appreciation.

  He heard movement behind him as she got off the bed, and a few seconds later, fingers trailed down the planes of his back to his ass, where they stayed and patted him lightly.

  “I bet I could bounce a quarter off that.” The mischievous tone had returned to her voice.

  “Play your cards right, and I’ll let you find out.” Incapable of staying still for even a moment longer, he turned around and caught her mouth in a kiss that electrified every nerve in his body. The lush, sweet taste of her seduced him like a drug, binding them together and making him greedy for more.

  “Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her mouth. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “Touch me.”

  Unable to resist teasing her, he moved his hand to her elbow. “Like this?”

  “Don’t be an ass.” Eyes narrowed, she playfully swatted his chest. “You damn well know what I mean.”

  He let out a low laugh as he shifted position, his cock pressed hard against her belly. As he kissed her, his hands roamed over her body, one holding her hip while the other skimmed up to the fullness of her breast. When his thumb brushed her nipple, she let out a soft, throaty moan.

  “I take it that’s better?”

  “Oh, yeah. Much better. Do it again, only with your mouth.”

  God, he loved how responsive she was, but even more, he loved the fact she wasn’t afraid to tell him exactly what she wanted. Dipping his head, he took the hardened peak into his mouth, and when he created a light suction, she made a purring noise that shot straight to his groin. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention until her breathing became shallow and uneven.

  Needing more, he slipped one hand between her thighs, and they both groaned when he stroked her slick heat.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked, the last bits of his control hanging on by a thread. It was probably a stupid question, but he wanted to make sure before they did anything she might regret later. “If you’re not sure, let me know right now and I’ll—”

  She cut him off with a kiss that almost fried his brain, and when she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark and glassy. “I want you, Austin Flint, in every way I can possibly imagine. Is that clear enough for you, or do you want me to break out the sock puppets?”

  “How wild’s your imagination?”

  “Pretty damn wild. I’ll show you later.” A slow, sexy grin spread over her face. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”

  With an invitation like that, he wasn’t about to hold back any longer. He pressed her back against the wall, his mouth hot and hungry on hers. His hands explored her body, stroking, loving how incredibly responsive she was, how her breath hitched when he found a good spot.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he said as he gripped her ass with both hands and lifted her off the floor.

  She followed his command; her legs locked around his waist, and the position pressed his cock right up against her slick, hot center. She rocked her hips against him, and he almost lost his mind.

  Reaching over, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it onto his aching shaft. Then he was inside her, engulfed by her heat, and it felt so goddamn good he couldn’t find the words to describe it. In a flash, the rest of the world melted away, and nothing else mattered but this moment, right here. With her.

  With her pinned against the wall, his hips started to move, quickly finding a rhythm, driving into her deeper, harder, faster; his moans mingled with hers. He felt so close to her, so connected, as though she was a part of him.

  She moaned. She swore. A whimper slipped out. And with each sound, he fucked her even harder. Tension coiled inside her, squeezing his cock, and after a few more thrusts she shattered around him, a high-pitched keening sound pushing past her lips as she yielded to the pleasure. Without a doubt, it was the most beautiful noise he’d ever heard.

  It seemed as though time ground to a halt when he toppled over the edge. A guttural groan tore from deep in his throat as he held her close and filled her with one final thrust. He had no thought. He could only feel her. Smell her. Taste her on his lips. It consumed him, burned him from the inside out, and he gladly threw himself onto the pyre.

  As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, he rested his forehead against hers. Her eyes drifted open, her gaze meeting his, and at that instant he knew he was a goner. There was no going back. This was more than just sex, more than infatuation. She wasn’t the woman he just wanted to sleep with; she was the woman he wanted to wake up next to every morning. But instead of being panicked, it filled him with a feeling of indescribable contentment.

  “Are you okay?” he asked between labored breaths. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yeah, but it’s a good kind of hurt.” A sexy grin warmed her face. “Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life.” She slid her hands down his sweat-slicked back and stroked the upper curve of his ass. “When do you think you’ll be ready for round two?”

  He chuckled. “My God, I’ve created a monster.”

  “You didn’t create anything. I just happen to have a healthy libido.”

  Austin ground against her, and a look of pure bliss formed on her beautiful features. Already, he felt his dick hardening again, but this time he wanted to take things slow and easy, to give her so much pleasure she forgot her own name because she was too busy screaming his.

  She peered up at him, her whiskey eyes smoldering. Her short fingernails scraped aga
inst his skin, and the small nip of pain turned him on.

  He glanced over at the nightstand, and the one remaining condom he’d gotten from Ty. “How many condoms do you have in your bag?”

  “I don’t know. Five, maybe six.” One of her fingers slid along the crease of his ass, and the only thing he could think about was how badly he wanted her on her knees. “Think that’s enough to last us through the night?”

  “Only one way to find out.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  THE NEXT MORNING, NINA woke to the feel of Austin’s arm around her waist and his chest pressed to her back.

  There wasn’t an inch of her body that he hadn’t claimed last night. She would have done anything he asked, and the thought terrified and thrilled her. Even now, the memory of his touch rippled through her body, and a sweet, satisfying ache had her grinning like an idiot. Without a doubt, she wouldn’t mind waking up like this every single morning.

  She was also keenly aware that he had a major case of morning wood. Rolling her hips, Nina softly laughed when he groaned, and the next thing she knew, she was pinned between the soft mattress and a rock-hard Austin.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said a while later as he rolled onto his back. He hadn’t shaved since the day before, and his jaw was dark with stubble. He looked relaxed and satisfied, and she reveled in the knowledge she’d put that look on his face. “I can’t feel my legs.”

  “Don’t blame me; you’re the one who started it.” Still basking in the afterglow, she nestled against him and lazily played with the dusting of hair on his chest. She glanced over at the nightstand. “We’re down to two condoms.”

  “That’s it?” His deep voice sounded rough, a little sluggish.

  “Mm-hmm.” Sliding her hand lower, she lightly traced the sculpted ridges of his abs. “How long do you think that’ll hold us?”

  “At the rate we’re going, less than an hour.”

  She made a low noise of disapproval. “In that case, we’ll have to get creative.”

  “I like the way you think.” As he kissed her, his stomach growled. “But right now, I need food.”

  She chuckled. “Men. You’re such high maintenance.”

  Austin rolled out of bed, giving her a great view of his ass as he bent to grab his pants from the floor. “Can I get you anything while I’m up?” he asked as he pulled the fabric over his thighs.

  “No, I’ll come with you.” Now that he mentioned it, she was hungry as well, which wasn’t surprising, considering they’d spent half the night making love. She rose, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and shrugged it on.

  He smiled, and she felt the heat of it all the way to her toes. “I like seeing you in my clothes. You might want to put your pants on, though, just in case one of my brothers makes an appearance.”

  Crap. She’d totally forgotten about his brothers, and the last thing she wanted was to give them a show. Before leaving the room, she snatched her panties and jeans from the chair where she’d left them last night and put them on.

  In the kitchen, Austin opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of eggs. “Too bad there aren’t any Thai places nearby. I could go for some Phad Lad Na for lunch.”

  Confused, Nina shot him a look. “But you hate Thai food.”

  “It’s not all that bad.”

  “Then why do you gripe every time I suggest it when the office is ordering takeout?”

  A trace of mischief warmed his mouth. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of enjoy yanking your chain.”

  Her eyes pinched at the corners. “Is that like how little boys pick on the little girls they’re interested in?”

  “I suppose.”

  “You’re such an ass.”

  “I know. It’s part of my charm.”

  The fire in his gaze melted her insides. Without another word, he backed her up against the counter and pinned her there with his body. One of his hands slid into her hair and he kissed her, long and slow. Her body relaxed as she sank into the kiss, and it felt as though the whole world faded away. But just as she was about to suggest they move back to the bedroom, the door leading to the garage opened and footsteps sounded in the hall.

  “Is everybody decent?” Nate called out.

  Austin ended the kiss on a curse and touched his forehead to hers. “Later,” he murmured, his deep voice strained. Then he tilted his head toward the garage and called out, “Yeah, we’re in the kitchen.”

  A few seconds later, Nate emerged from the hall, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt with the Six Points logo on the breast. If he noticed that Nina was wearing Austin’s shirt, he didn’t let it show. “Ty should be down in a minute. We got leftover pizza if you want any.”

  “We’re good, but thanks,” Austin replied. “I was just getting ready to make omelets. You want one?”

  Try as she might, Nina couldn’t hide the shock on her face. Or in her voice. “You know how to make omelets?”

  “Why is that such a big surprise? I made breakfast for you before.”

  “I know. I just—” In her experience, making omelets took a bit more know-how than frying bacon and scrambling eggs. But she didn’t want to offend him any more than she already apparently had, so she kept her big mouth shut. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I’d love an omelet. You got any ham to go in it?”

  “I think so. Let me check.”

  “See if there’s bacon in there while you’re at it.” Nate took his phone from his pocket and started tapping away. A few seconds later, he added, “Ty wants green peppers and onions.”

  “Then Ty better drag his ass to the store, because we don’t have any peppers.”

  Nate tapped out another message, waited a few more seconds. “He said he’s cool with ham and onions.”

  While Austin got busy with the omelets, Nina poured a glass of orange juice and claimed a seat at the kitchen island. It seemed so normal, so deceptively domestic, but then she glanced out the sliding glass door and saw one of the armed guards walk past, and it all came back in a rush: her brother, the explosion. Not knowing how it was all going to end. She didn’t feel hungry anymore.

  “What are we doing today?” she asked, hoping for a distraction.

  “You’re staying here.” Austin put the first omelet onto a plate and slid it across the countertop toward her. “Nate’s going to hang out with you until the next security detail comes in.”

  “Oh, hell no. I’m not going to sit around with a babysitter while you fight my battles for me.”

  Judging from his expression, he’d expected her to argue but wasn’t happy about it. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  He opened his mouth as though to argue the point, but then must have changed his mind, because he closed it without speaking a word. He cracked a few eggs for the next omelet and tossed the shells in the trash.

  “All right, you can come with us,” he finally said. “But you’re going to do exactly what I say. Exactly. If you don’t, I’m hauling your ass back here, and I’ll order the team to not let you so much as set one foot outside the door. I mean it. Am I clear?”

  She stared at him for a long moment, struggling to keep her temper in check. Independent by nature, she instinctively bristled at his demands. But deep down she realized he was only trying to keep her safe, which was sweet, in an over-protective, caveman kind of way. And considering it was what he did for a living, she supposed she should probably go along with what he thought was best.

  “Fine,” she said. “Are we going to the office?”

  “Eventually.” He poured the egg mixture into the skillet. “But first, I’m teaching you how to use a gun.”

  NINA HAD NEVER BEEN to a shooting range before, but it looked a lot like the ones she’d seen on television. It was located directly behind a gun shop and consisted of a room a little smaller than a bowling alley. A dozen booths were partitioned off, each with a chest-high shelf and a motorized pulley to send t
argets downrange.

  After Austin paid the range fee, they put on ear and eye protection and went inside. Shots rang out from the occupied booths, and though the sound was muffled by the earmuffs on Nina’s head, it was still loud enough to make her flinch. Following Austin, she walked to an empty booth on the left side of the room.

  “Okay, let’s start at the beginning,” Austin said loudly enough for her to hear as he set a small duffel on the shelf. He took out two guns and two boxes of ammo, and then set the bag on the floor. “What you’re about to shoot is a Beretta M9. It’s one of the most reliable semiautomatic pistols on the market. It fires 9mm rounds and the magazine can carry up to ten. Go ahead, pick it up, and let me know how it feels in your hand.”

  She did as he instructed, surprised at the weight. For some reason, she’d expected it to be heavier.

  “How does it feel?” Austin asked.

  “Fine, I guess.”

  “Does your hand fit around the grip comfortably, or does it feel too big?”

  “I can hold it okay, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Seemingly satisfied with her answer, he showed her how to load bullets into the magazine, but she stopped him before he could tell her how to put the magazine into the pistol.

  “I remember how to do this part.” She slid the clip home.

  “Very good.” He gripped her wrist and angled the barrel toward the open range. “But you forgot to make sure the gun isn’t pointed at anyone.”

  “Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” She mentally cringed.

  After a quick talk about the proper shooting stance, Austin clipped a target to the wire and sent it down the lane about twenty feet. “Odds are if you’re in a situation where you have to fire your weapon, it’s going to be at close range. Remember to go for the center of mass; if your aim is off, you’ve still got a decent chance at hitting something. Ready?”

  She nodded. She stepped up to the line and got into position, with her hips and feet shoulder-width apart and her knees slightly bent. Leaning forward a little, she raised the pistol toward the target and aligned the front and rear sights.