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  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  QUASAR INWARDLY TOLD himself to slow down. It was still evening and they had the entire night. But the minute he’d removed Randi’s blouse and slacks and she stood before him in nothing more than her bra and panties, a matching set of icy blue lace, he wanted to rip them off her body. He hadn’t made love to a woman in months, but this was the woman who’d dominated his thoughts, the only woman he desired.

  Honestly, he didn’t understand it, but he would accept it. There had to be a reason he was drawn to her, wanted her, was attracted to her and desired her more than any other woman who walked the earth. Not since Lilly had he allowed a woman to get into his mind like Randi was doing. And in a short time, she was more deeply embedded than Lilly had ever been.

  His gaze roamed her body, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to remove first. If he took off her bra and saw her breasts, he would want to take several licks, feast on her nipples, suck on them like a newborn baby. The very thought of doing such things increased his breathing and heart rate.

  On the other hand, he knew the moment he lowered her panties down her legs he would be a goner. He would want to bury his head between her legs and do all those things he’d told her he would do with his fingers and tongue.

  Drawing in a deep breath, he took her scent into his nostrils. The scent of a woman who was ready to be made love to. Her sensual aroma had sexual sensations overtaking his senses. Looking at her and the dark, lust-filled eyes staring back at him—silently urging him to make a move—prompted him not to keep her waiting.

  He reached up and skimmed his finger around the front of her bra, loving the feel of the lacy material beneath his fingertip. When he reached the center of her breast and saw the hardness of her nipple pressing against the lace, he used the pad of his thumb to move in circular motions, feeling the nipple harden to a pebble underneath the material.

  “Quasar?”

  He lifted his gaze to her face. “Hmm?”

  “Are you trying to torture me?”

  “Torture you? No. My goal is to pleasure you.” With that, Quasar shifted to the other breast and did the same thing with the pad of his thumb. He stared into her eyes and watched the lust darken them even more. And when his tongue felt heavy in his mouth with an urgency to sample her breasts, he reached behind her to work the clasp open easily.

  “You seem to be pretty good at that,” she said when he slid the bra from her shoulders and tossed it across the room on a chair.

  “I do my best,” he said, feasting his gaze on what he’d exposed. Her breasts were beautiful. They were full and firm, and her nipples were swollen like hardened nubs. Reaching out, he cupped the twin globes in his hands, his fingers brushing across the nipples.

  “You have beautiful breasts, Randi.”

  “Glad you like them,” she said through a choppy breath.

  “I do. Let me show you how much.” He lowered his head and, after making circular motions with the tip of his tongue around her nipples a few times, he eased a turgid bud between his lips.

  * * *

  THE MOMENT QUASAR’S mouth touched Randi’s breast, a blast of heated desire ripped through every part of her. She closed her eyes, cradling his head in her hands while his hot, wet tongue feasted mercilessly on a nipple, gently sucking on the budding tip.

  She moaned his name, which she could barely get past her throat. Pleasure spread through every part of her body, especially that part of her breast he was sucking hard. Larry had been a below-the-waist kind of guy and rarely gave attention to her breasts, and never like this. Quasar was showing her just what she’d been missing. And he was unknowingly demonstrating that point in a deliciously heated way. When he moved to the other breast, she heard herself moan again as hot and sharp sensations began slicing through her.

  Moments later he released her breast and took a step back to stare at her in such a sexual way, her body actually felt heated under his scorching regard. “Now for your panties,” he said in a deep, husky voice.

  Randi could barely stand when he crouched down in front of her. Sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, he slowly tugged them down her legs. She could actually hear his breath catch when he uncovered her feminine mound. He stalled for a minute, staring at her there. When he looked up at her and deliberately licked his lips, she could feel a hot blush color her cheeks. He hadn’t said a word and really hadn’t needed to. He’d already told her what he planned to do to her there...with his fingers and mouth.

  His gaze released hers and he resumed slowly easing her panties down her legs. When she stepped out of them, he tossed them to the chair to join her bra.

  He remained crouched. Desire and need thickened the air, and while she waited for him to make his next move, several spikes of heat caught her in the area between her legs. When she thought that she couldn’t stand the wait any longer, he reached out. Using his fingertips, he started from her toes and slowly trekked upward, skimming a path toward her center. The feel of his fingers and the provocative movements on her skin sent a thrilling awareness through her. And when both of his hands clutched the cheeks of her backside, she drew in a deep breath.

  “You are walking temptation,” he said in a throaty voice. “Never have I seen anything so beautiful and desirable,” he said. “And I can’t wait to taste you here.” He released a cheek to fondle the curls between her legs in languid, swirling strokes. “Quiero tanto follarte que me duele,” he whispered in Spanish.

  Tremors began jolting her, which increased the ache within her womb. Her skin seemed to sizzle where he was touching, bringing every single nerve ending to life beneath his fingers. And just when she thought he couldn’t possibly do anything else to get her more delirious, he slid a finger inside her.

  She sucked in a deep breath when his finger began stroking her intently while his eyes held her gaze. “I love how wet you are, Randi. The wetter the tastier,” he said, and she couldn’t say a thing to that.

  With his finger stroking her senseless, he leaned forward and brushed his lips there, practically grinding the bridge of his nose in her curls. Randi grabbed hold of his shoulders to remain standing and then, as if her touch pushed him over the edge, Quasar replaced his finger with his tongue.

  Oh, God. A sensual tremor shook her to the very core that was the recipient of his tongue’s lusty greed. At the moment she couldn’t stop moaning as her fingers dug into his shoulders. It seemed that the more she moaned, the deeper he buried his tongue inside her.

  Randi wondered if Quasar had any idea how he was making her feel. And then there were the sounds he was making while lapping her up, sounds that were inciting her adrenaline and igniting even more passion.

  Suddenly, something akin to an explosion detonated inside her. She screamed his name as she shook violently with her release, tumbling over the edge of more pleasure than anyone had a right to have. But thanks to Quasar, for the second time in her life, she was the recipient of a bone-chilling orgasm. He didn’t remove his tongue from inside her until the last spasm passed through her body.

  Randi felt herself being swept off her feet and placed on the bed. She heard the sound of a condom packet being ripped and opened her eyes to watch him tear off his clothes. And when he sheathed himself, she whimpered his name.

  “I’m right here,” he said, coming back to the bed and joining her there. He lifted his body over hers, and she looked up into the penetrating eyes of the man looming over her. Lowering his head, he took her mouth with a hunger that she found hypnotizing. He was deliberately rebuilding her need and her desire to a pitch even higher than before.

  She felt him, his engorged penis probing around her womanhood. He released her mouth to look at her while he slid inside her, burying himself deep. Deeper than she’d thought possible.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she clung to him as he b
egan moving his body. He pumped in and out, thrusting hard while her inner muscles squeezed and clenched him, while her hips rocked repeatedly against him. The feel of him swelling even more inside her gave her the full effect of being taken by him.

  “Had enough?” he asked as he continued to pump into her in a steady rhythm that had sensations curling through her.

  “No,” she said breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”

  And he didn’t.

  He kept pounding hard inside her, thrusting deeper. Only when her body exploded into yet another orgasm did he throw his head back and give in to his own release. Lights seemed to flash in front of her, all around her, and moments later her body became boneless and limp.

  Then she was gathered into strong arms and held in a way she wished could last forever.

  * * *

  LEO PACED THE ROOM, waiting for the phone call he figured would come. Not that he was looking forward to getting it. All his plans had been ruined by one person. Dr. Randi Fuller. She was the reason he was in exile now, and when he thought he’d gotten the chance to end her life, he had failed. Twice.

  He sat down in the chair and touched the side of his neck. Bite marks deliberately left there by his recent bed partner. The one person he could count on finally to get rid of Fuller if for some reason he failed again.

  He touched the sore side of his neck. She’d been horny as hell with all intentions to outfuck him. He chuckled when he’d shown her that wasn’t possible, although he’d enjoyed her trying. Sadly, her insatiable state was a testimony to what the bastard she was married to wasn’t doing. He didn’t have a problem with that since the thought of the man touching her was a bitter pill to swallow. He’d tried getting her to leave him, but she’d refused, and a part of him understood. She had the perfect wealthy lifestyle and the perfect cover. Very few people knew what she was involved with behind the prick’s back. Or whom she was fucking on the side.

  The ringing of the phone jolted his mind back to the business at hand. He clicked on the phone he’d been holding. “What?”

  “This is the last time I’m going to tell you anything, Leo.”

  Whatever. “What do you have for me?”

  “It’s about that damn psychic. I just heard they’re taking her to a safe house tomorrow.”

  Leo raised a brow. “Aren’t you worried they’ll figure out who leaked the information?”

  “Not this time. There was a meeting of the top two special agents, and I eavesdropped. They have no idea I overheard their plan.”

  Leo smiled. “Good. Now tell me where this safe house is located.”

  “You’re going to send your goons again just so they can fuck up?”

  “No. I’m taking care of her myself as well as anyone who tries getting in my way.” He intended to be successful, but if not, he would go down knowing that either way, Dr. Randi Fuller’s time was running out. He would be avenged.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  RANDI SLOWLY OPENED her eyes to the delicious view of the man standing next to the bed. Shirtless with a pair of jeans riding low on his hips, he was a lot for a woman to take in. And he smelled just-showered good. Gone was the dark stubble around his jaw. She sort of liked the bearded shadow he’d worn yesterday. Had loved the feel of it on her skin last night and early this morning when he had kissed all over her stomach and butt cheeks. And now he was standing there with a tray of food in his hands?

  Pulling herself up in bed, she glanced at the clock. It was close to ten. Could that be right? She recalled waking around seven and dragging herself out of bed—sore muscles and all—and up the stairs to shower, leaving Quasar in bed. By the time she’d returned downstairs, he was standing in the bedroom doorway naked and waiting for her with an erection she couldn’t believe. They had ended up making love again...several times. That was the reason she was back in bed. After yet another vigorous lovemaking session, she’d dozed off. The last thing she recalled was having a blowout of an orgasm. She’d lost count of how many she’d had over the past fourteen hours.

  “Breakfast in bed, Quasar?”

  He placed the tray across her lap. “It’s the least I can do after you gave me such a wonderful night.”

  She’d given him a wonderful night? If only he knew what he’d given her. It had been one lovemaking session after another. Her sore muscles could attest to that. As far as she was concerned, what they’d shared was beyond wonderful. “You gave me my night to remember.”

  “And you gave me mine. You seduced the hell out of me. I was held captive.”

  She smiled. Yes, she had resorted to seducing him. Whenever he figured she’d had enough, she intentionally did something to turn him on all over again. Some of the things she’d done colored her cheeks just thinking about them. She’d never been that bold or brazen.

  “If you want to claim you were seized by seduction, then go ahead,” she said. “But you wanted to make love to me as much as I wanted to make love to you, if for no other reason than to find out what all that sexual chemistry between us is about.”

  He sat down on the edge of the bed and pushed a few strands of hair from her face. “If for no other reason...” he said, as if rolling her words around in his mind. “Sounds like you think that was the main reason. Well, just to set the record straight, I wanted to make love to you because you’re sexy as hell. But speaking of all that sexual chemistry, do you think we figured out why we’re so attracted to each other?”

  Randi could only speak for herself and knew in her heart that she definitely had. She’d found out he was a man she could easily love. Knowing she couldn’t look at him any longer for fear he might see a lovesick expression in her eyes, she muttered, “Not sure,” before glancing down at the tray in her lap.

  “Eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. Boy, you’ve been busy,” she said, hoping he hadn’t noticed that she’d deliberately changed the subject.

  “It was either prepare breakfast or wake you up to make love again. Quiero saborearte entre tus piernas otra vez.”

  She couldn’t stop looking at him and feeling love she hadn’t felt in a long time. Or ever. More than once over the past couple of years she’d wondered if she had truly loved Larry or it had merely been the idea of being in love with him. Granted, his rejection had been devastating to the point that she’d taken off a year from college. But now she realized that year spent on Glendale Shores hadn’t been as much about him as it had been about herself. Hadn’t Gramma Mattie revealed in the vision that Larry had never been the man for her?

  “Have you heard any news reports?” she asked, biting into a piece of bacon.

  “No,” Quasar said as he stood. “We can watch together.” He grabbed the remote off the nightstand to turn on the wide-screen television in the room.

  “Nice bedroom.” Definitely a nice bed with an excellent mattress. It was a comfortably furnished room, and she liked the color scheme of black and gold. It was her guess the bed was a California king. All the furniture in this room appeared large and elegant. She figured Early American.

  “Thanks. This used to be my godmother’s room. When she left me the house, it included all the furnishings. People want to rent nicely furnished beach houses like this for their vacations. And for longer-term renters, the price includes a weekly cleaning service.”

  “That’s a nice perk.”

  “It was my godmother’s idea, and I agreed. She wanted this place to remain in great shape until I could get out of jail and move in.”

  But you never did, Randi thought, taking a sip of coffee. “Why didn’t you sleep in here last night?”

  He shrugged those shoulders she liked holding on to when he went down on her or when he was on top of her. They were massive and had felt good beneath her fingers. “Even though I own the place, to me this has always been Lucinda’s room. I recall as a kid
running in here at night after a bad dream and jumping into bed with her, hiding beneath the covers. She would always say something to comfort me and take my fears away.”

  In her mind she could see him as a toddler, running in here to feel safe with the godmother he adored. “Did you have bad dreams often?”

  “No. Only when my brother was a prick and would do things to scare me. He did that a lot. I’ve never slept in this room without Lucinda.”

  “So we ended up in here last night because this bedroom was closest?” she asked.

  “No, that’s not why I brought you in here.”

  His words surprised her. “Oh? Then why did you?”

  For a minute she thought he wasn’t going to answer. “I’ve made out with other women in both rooms upstairs...in my young, oversexed and naughty-as-sin days. I didn’t want you to be just another—”

  “—notch on the bedpost,” she finished for him.

  “Yes. I’m older, wiser...”

  “But just as oversexed,” she decided to throw in.

  He chuckled. “Considering all we did last night, I can see why you would think that. But over the years, I’ve acquired more discriminating taste in women.”

  “Gee, I should hope so.”

  They chuckled together, and to Randi, that sounded good. Yesterday had been traumatic for her, but last night in his arms, in this bed, had been wonderful. He had given her a part of heaven in the most sinful way. “Thanks for not thinking I was just another lay.”

  “Never,” he said, reaching out and wrapping his finger around a strand of her hair. He’d done that a lot. Pulled on her hair while thrusting in and out of her. Pumped hard into her every time she drew a breath. No need to wonder why her scalp was a little tender this morning.

  Her attention was suddenly snagged by the news break that came on the television. Agent Riviera had called before midnight to say that they’d successfully stopped the gang war. Like the Warlords, the Revengers had had an arsenal of guns. Several gang members had been arrested, and warrants were out for the ones who’d evaded capture. With the use of dental records, Riviera had also identified the driver of the car who attacked them on the road yesterday morning. The driver was a man by the name of Alonzo McKee. He was a killer for hire who’d eluded the FBI for a few years. The question that remained was who had hired him.