Reckless (Benson Security 1)

Keeping her pinned against the cool glass, he fisted his hands in the neck of her dress at the base of her throat and ripped. The material was no match for his strength. Megan wrenched her lips from his, but her fingers remained tangled in his hair. She looked down, then back up at him. Her eyes sparkled, the blue luminous.

“You owe me a dress.” Her hands fell loose at her sides. What remained of her dress slid down her arms to the floor, leaving the woman dressed in a leopard print bikini.

She was all lean muscle, rich curves and satin smooth skin. He trailed a fingertip from the hollow of her throat, down through the valley of her breasts, across the satin cream expanse of her stomach to hook in the top of her bikini bottoms. She watched his progress, her cheeks flushed a perfect rose. Brilliant blue eyes turned black as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“What now?” It was a challenge.

“Take this off.” He barely recognised the low husky timbre of his voice. “Unless you want me to buy you a new bikini too.”

Her shrug was slight, but he felt it. “It isn’t my bikini. Rachel can afford another one. Do what you like with it.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He hooked his thumbs into the thin elastic at her hips and tugged. A fleeting glimpse of delectable blonde curls protecting paradise, before his attention turned to the fine elastic straps keeping her bra top on her shoulders. He tugged. They broke.

“You like ripping my clothes from me.” It wasn’t a question. And from the flush in her cheeks and the dark need in her eyes, he would say she liked it too.

He snapped the clasp in the middle of her back and the top of her bikini fell away, leaving her gloriously naked—except for the high heeled black pumps on her feet. He took a tiny step back to look at her, folding his arms over his chest to stop from grabbing at everything he could reach. She stole his sense. What little he had left of it.

“Kick off the shoes.” Another order. He wondered if she’d humour him enough to obey. One way or another the shoes were going. Abramovich had seen her in those shoes and he didn’t want that evil son of a bitch in the room with them. Not now. Not for this.

She steadied herself by gripping his biceps and kicked off the shoes. Once they were gone, she leaned back against the window. One leg bent lazily at the knee, she ran her fingertips down his chest until they hit his folded arms. Her touch burned through the cotton of his shirt.

“You’re still dressed, Dimitri.”

“You’re not.”

He looked his fill. His eyes traced the curves of her body before returning to caress her full perfect breasts. And his look was a caress, he made sure of it. One filled with heat and promise.

“I’m losing patience,” his little cat said, making him smile.

He glanced at the picture window behind her. The lights flickering in London’s night. “People can see you.”

A glance at the darkened room and a shrug. “It’s dark in here and we’re high up.”

His lips began to curl. This woman was full of surprises. “Turn around.”

She considered him for a moment. “This is the last order I follow.” But she turned, letting it be known through her easy grace and cheeky smile that the only reason she was doing so was because she wanted to.

Her attitude made him so hard it was painful, and then he caught sight of her perfect ass and his jeans almost cut off his blood supply. He groaned in appreciation. She placed her hands high on the glass in front of her and arched her back, lifting her ass towards him like an offering.

A seductive glance over her shoulder. “Better start touching, Soldier Boy, or I’ll get bored.”

Yeah, right. Confident that she loved every minute, he let his eyes feast.

“I’m giving you until the count of three and then…” The steel in her voice didn’t match the mischief in her eyes.

She was perfect. And she was his. Tonight. Forever. He didn’t give a shit if she fought him on it. It was a done deal.

“One.” Her Highland lilt was husky.

Dimitri caught sight of her breast as her hard little nipple grazed the icy cold glass. He bet that felt good.

“Two.”

Her heart shaped ass swayed enticingly in front of him.

“Three.” She pushed away from the window.

And fast as lightning he fitted his front to her back. His arms caged her, pressing her to the glass. He felt her shiver at the dual sensations of cold, smooth glass against her front and the rough heat of his jean clad thigh pressed between her legs.