Sin City Temptation (Kimani Hotties), page 12
“We should stop,” she said and tried to push him away, but he tightened his grip.
“I don’t think so. That kiss and the one from earlier clearly show that we are attracted to each other.”
Trinity met his gaze and took a nervous swallow. Saying that she was attracted to him was an understatement. Lately he was all she thought about, whether she was awake or dreaming.
“You’re right. I am attracted to you, but we can’t do this. Whatever this is.”
With his arms still wrapped around her, he placed feathery kisses on her cheek and worked his way down her neck.
“I disagree,” he said, his voice muffled against her neck. Trinity’s eyes drifted shut as she leaned into him, totally wrapped up in how good his mouth felt against her heated skin. “I think we should explore whatever this is between us and see where it goes.”
Trinity opened her eyes and sighed. She had to stop this and she had to stop it now.
“Gunner.” She pushed against his shoulder, this time freeing herself from his grip. “I can’t do this. You’re my client and I’m so sorry if I’ve led you on. I honestly didn’t mean to. I...I...I’m sorry, we just can’t do this.”
Gunner leaned against the back of the chair. His gaze trained on her. “So what you’re saying...” he rubbed his chin “...is that we can’t see where this will lead because I’m your client.”
She nodded. “Yeah. I have already behaved unprofessionally, and for that, I’m sorry. The kisses, neither of them should have happened.”
“Well.” He stood and moved over to the small minibar, pulling a bottled water from the refrigerator. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I guess there’s only one thing to do.”
Trinity tilted head. “And what’s that?”
“You’re fired.”
Chapter 12
“What?” She rushed toward him. “What did you say?”
Gunner watched her approach, loving the fire he saw in her eyes. He knew it was wrong, but he loved rattling her. Watching her anger go from zero to ten within seconds was a serious turn-on.
“I said, you’re fired. I no longer need a bodyguard.” He had been thinking about this for over a week and tonight was the last straw. He wasn’t fighting his feelings any longer.
“But...but, Gunner, you can’t do this. We have a contract!” She jabbed him in the chest with her finger. “You can’t do this to me. I need this assignment.”
Gunner grabbed her finger, afraid her strong jabs would poke a hole through his chest. Seeing her anger quickly turn to distress, he knew he had to put an end to this. He held on to her hand. He snaked his free arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“Relax,” he said, but she continued struggling to get free. “Trinity.”
“Gunner, you don’t understand,” she mumbled, some of the fight going out of her. “I can’t afford to lose this contract. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen.” She hit against his chest and he gently held her wrists.
“Sweetheart, come on now, listen to me.” Gunner continued to wrestle with her, despite her trying to pull away. “I’m going to honor the contract—one hundred percent.”
“I just can’t afford—” she started, but stopped as if just realizing what he had said. “You’re going to—”
“I’m going to honor the financial part of the contract.” He held her face between his hands and kissed her lips. “I don’t need a bodyguard, but I want you.”
* * *
Her anxiety was shattered with the hunger of his mouth over hers, his lips soft and coaxing. Unadulterated lust engulfed Trinity as her body yearned for his touch.
“I want you.” He nipped at her bottom lip and backed her toward the bedroom that he was using. Everything within Trinity turned to mush when he spoke those words—I want you. His voice, gentle and soothing, washed over her like a silk scarf, teasing the most sensual parts of her scorching body. “I want you...now.” He lifted her into his strong arms and carried her the rest of the way.
The bedroom, with only a bedside lamp illuminating the luxury space, was as large as Trinity’s condo. The majestic gold walls and draperies that accented the huge wall-to-wall mahogany headboard and platform bed made the room appear as if it were designed for royalty. Trinity soaked it all in. The five-star suites that they lived in while traveling were only a few reminders of this man’s impressive wealth.
Gunner slowly set her on her feet near the satin-covered bed and her gaze met his. All the animosity she had toward him had long since vanished, and was replaced with a burning desire to have his body joined with hers. Trinity couldn’t ever remember wanting a man as much as she wanted the man standing before her.
When it seemed as if he were going to just stand there, as if waiting for permission to go further, she slipped her hand under his shirt. She started at his taut abs, and then stroked his wide chest, loving the way his muscles tightened beneath her fingers. A groan rumbled within him when she worked her way up to his flat nipples, urging her on. Tweaking. Twirling. Teasing. She lifted his T-shirt over his head and her mouth replaced her fingers. Licking. Sucking. Tugging.
“Aw, baby,” he ground out, his voice raspy with need. He snaked his long arm around her waist and took control. He recaptured her lips, more demanding this time. All the fight that Trinity had used over the past couple of weeks to keep a distance between them fled. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of this man’s body against hers.
She moaned against his mouth, loving the way he had awakened the sexual need that had been brewing within her for weeks. She hadn’t been with a man in over six months and Trinity had a feeling that this experience with Gunner would be like no other.
“You have on way too many clothes.” He lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. One of his hands rested on her hip, while the other gently traced a heated path between her breasts, over her ribs, only stopping when he reached her stomach. The mere touch of his fingers against her skin sent a tantalizing shiver through her body. Trinity was all for foreplay, but the fiery passion roaring through her veins was ready to be released.
“Gunner,” she breathed when his hand went farther south and boldly rubbed against the V between her thighs. Trinity pushed into his touch. Even through her slacks, she could feel the heat from his hand.
He unfastened her pants and they slithered down her legs and puddled around her ankles. She stepped out of them, now clad in only her white lace bra and matching bikini panties. Gunner’s intense gaze took her in from her kiss-swollen lips down to her strappy high-heeled sandals.
“You...you’re absolutely breathtaking.”
When he undid his belt buckle and unfastened his jeans, Trinity bent to unhook her sandals.
“Leave them,” he said as he stepped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side.
Trinity had seen him in only his underwear before, but it still didn’t lessen the glorious sight of him now. He stood before her in a pair of navy blue Calvin Klein briefs, the bulge of his arousal straining against them heightening Trinity’s anticipation.
“I have wanted to get you naked for as long as I can remember,” he said, sliding the back of his hand down the side of one of her breasts. Trinity sucked in a breath when he lowered his head to a nipple that was straining to be free of the restrictive material. He reached behind her and undid her bra like a professional with a flick of his wrist. He pulled the straps down her arms and let the material fall to the floor. “My God, girl, these are too amazing to be hidden behind clothing.
He kissed each of the sensitive peaks.
Trinity shivered.
“Are you cold?” he mumbled, his face buried between her breasts as he massaged them between his large hands, squeezing, caressing.
Not hardly. As a matter of fact, she was on fire.
His lips continued to explore, going lower down her body. A small sound chirped from the back of her throat and Gunner looked up at her. Trinity wanted to scream for him to quit playing around and take her, but Gunner would not be rushed. He didn’t let anyone rush him when playing poker, and Trinity knew by instinct he definitely wouldn’t let anyone rush him in the bedroom.
He placed a lingering kiss against her damp panties and her knees went weak. The only thing that kept her from melting to the floor was his strong hands gripping her butt cheeks.
He glanced at her again, that sexy grin that she was growing to love firmly planted on his tempting lips.
“You’re definitely ready for me.”
He lifted her effortlessly and she squeaked in surprise. Her legs went automatically around his waist as he moved closer to the bed. He yanked the covers back and placed her on the cold sheets, which did nothing to tame the fire burning within her.
She scooted farther onto the bed and Gunner grabbed her legs, halting her in place. Without a word, his hands moved to her hips and he looped his fingers around the string of her bikinis, and slowly eased them down her legs. He brought the small strip of material to his nose and inhaled deeply. Trinity’s pulse pounded, a surge of adrenaline shooting to the center of her core.
“Don’t move,” Gunner all but growled, the sensuous rumble of his words holding her in place. “I want to look at you.” He eased his briefs down, his erection springing to life, as if happy to be free.
All Trinity could do was stare. Modesty was forgotten as she leaned back on the bed. Her elbows supported her upper body and her legs remained opened. She looked on, admiring all that made Gunner one hell of a man.
Noticing her watching, he made a production out of rolling a condom onto his thick shaft. Trinity squeezed her thighs together and bit her bottom lip, trying to hold it together. She had never been so turned on by a man as she was right then.
He climbed onto the bed and eased between her legs, his powerful erection knocking against her inner thighs.
“I’m going to do things to you tonight,” Gunner started in a husky whisper, “that will have you screaming my name for years to come.”
Trinity swallowed hard and her pulse increased as he moved in closer, forcing her to lie back. Desire and need swam inside her as he lowered his head and kissed her, his tongue sparring with hers, his body anchoring her to the bed. Never had she ever felt so desired by a man.
His hand eased between their bodies and found their way down to her moist heat. Trinity bucked against his fingers that slid in and out of her, stroking and teasing, nearly taking her over that cliff that she was barely hanging on to.
“Gunner,” she whimpered, needing more, wanting more of him.
She reached for him. With one hand, he took both her hands and stretched them above her head, holding her in place as he continued his sweet torture.
“I know, sweetie. I can tell you’re ready for me.” Without missing a beat, he slid his rigid length inside her, filling her like no other.
She cried out in pleasure as her body adjusted to his size, loving every teasing stroke of his length. He inched deeper and deeper and her breaths came in short spurts. Trinity knew her release was near and tried hanging on, but she couldn’t resist lifting her hips. She matched his moves stroke for stroke as his pace increased, her opening pulsating around his thickness.
“Trinity,” Gunner ground out and released her hands.
He grabbed hold of her hips, his powerful thrusts growing more turbulent. He plunged in and out of her, going harder and deeper with every move. Trinity’s body tightened around him, devouring the feel of him knocking against her inner walls, pushing her to the edge of her control.
“Gunner!” she screamed, when the flames of her passion roared through her body, singeing each and every nerve ending within her. “Ohmygod, ohmygod.” Her thoughts fragmented as she gripped his arms, trying to hold on, her body jerking feverishly.
Seconds later, Gunner growled her name, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs as he pounded into her harder and faster. He surrendered to his release, shaking violently against her.
* * *
Awake for the past hour, Gunner stared down at Trinity’s sleeping form, his fingers sifting through her long, thick hair. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Their union had been one that he had imagined more times than not, but the reality superseded anything he could have envisioned.
She lay on her side, her knees to her chest and her hands under her cheek. Gunner lifted the bedsheet over her, reluctant to cover her shapely body. He was hard and yearning for more of what she’d given him hours ago.
He sat back against the fabric-covered headboard. By bedding Trinity, he had officially crossed a line that he couldn’t uncross. He’d not only had sex with the woman who had been the star of many of his dreams, but he had also just slept with his best friend’s little sister. Gunner wasn’t sure if there were any rules regarding the subject, but he knew if the situation were reversed, he wouldn’t think too kindly of Max hooking up with one of his sisters.
This is different, he thought. He and Max might have been the best of friends, brothers even, considering they had been in the same fraternity, but Trinity was so much more to him than his best friend’s little sister. What he felt for her went so much deeper than anything he had ever experienced with any other woman. He just wasn’t ready to put a title to what he was feeling.
Still playing with Trinity’s hair, he glanced down to find her staring up at him.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He scooted back down under the covers and faced her. “Did you sleep well?”
“Very well,” she said, covering her mouth when she spoke. He almost laughed. Surely she wasn’t self-conscious about morning breath after all that they had shared the night before. “What time is it?”
Gunner glanced at the digital clock on his side of the bed. “Almost eleven o’clock.”
She jumped up and the sheet fell to her waist. She gasped and hurried to cover her bare breasts.
He laughed. “Girl, you act as if I haven’t seen everything you have. And I must say, I like everything I’ve seen.” He went for the sheet and she slapped his hand away, making him laugh harder.
“Why didn’t you wake me? We’re going to miss our flight.”
He shook his head. “I got us a later flight. So there’s no hurry.”
“Oh.”
“I’m thinking that we should do a replay of last night.” He kissed her lips, wrapping his arm around her waist. “What do you think?”
“I think we need to talk.”
* * *
Trinity tucked the bedsheet securely around her, trying to find the right words to tell Gunner that they had made a mistake. She still couldn’t believe that she had slept with him. She couldn’t believe that she had slept with a client. Bile rose to her throat and her stomach tightened. Sleeping with a client went against everything she stood for. Yet having sex with Gunner was by far the most amazing experience she had ever had with a man.
Gunner propped his elbow onto his pillow and rested his head on his hand, staring up at her.
“I see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours,” he said as if reading her mind. “Let’s go ahead and talk this out, so that we can move on and not have this conversation again.”
“Gunner, there is no moving on. I have committed the ultimate sin.” Well, let her mother tell it, she had just committed a few sins. “I just...I just can’t believe I slept with a—”
“Don’t say ‘client,’ because technically I’m no longer your client. I fired you, remember?” He tugged on the sheet, but she held on tight. “So quit beating yourself up. I know that we started out with a business arrangement, but sweetheart, things have changed. I want so much more than a professional relationship with you. Actually, I take that back. I don’t want a professional relationship between you and me. What I’m feeling right now has gone way beyond business.”
“But you already paid me.”
“Why don’t we look at the money that I paid you as an investment? If given the opportunity, I would have been glad to invest in your company when you first opened it.”
Is he for real?
“You would have done that?” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“Sweetheart, I would do anything for you.” He scooted up in the bed and moved closer to her. “There is one thing, though.”
Oh, here we go. She started to move away from him but he stopped her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
“I know you have a business to run, but I’m wondering if you would consider staying through the end of the PPO tournament. I know you don’t have to since I fired you. And I know the contract is null and void, but I’m hoping you’ll want to stay. I want us to explore whatever this is that’s developing between us. What do you say? Stay the next three weeks with me.”
Giddiness bubbled inside Trinity. She wanted to stay, and not just because Connie would never let her hear the end of it if she returned home early. Despite her best efforts, she had to admit that she’d fallen for Gunner.
“So what do you say?” He wrapped a long arm around her waist and slid her across the bed toward him. “Will you stay?”
“Under one condition.”
He cursed under his breath and dropped his head against the headboard. “You have to be the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.” He lifted his head and returned his attention to her. “Okay, let’s hear it. What do I have to do? Learn how to cook? Teach you more poker? What?”
She let the sheet fall from her body and rose onto her knees. Gunner’s dark eyebrows arched mischievously and that sexy grin that she had grown to love spread across his lips.
