Smart And Sexy

Chapter 12

Talk to him…the one thing she didn’t want to do, not when still gasping from the dream and seeing stars from bashing her head on his, hard. She couldn’t see a hand in front of her face either, which didn’t help.

She could feel, though. Feel Noah sprawled over the top of her. All of him was hard, and sharp, far too sharp for her to get anything past, though she wished she could, because she didn’t want to discuss this.

Or anything.

It was too much, it was all too much, and she shoved at him, needing to roll over and lick her wounds in private.

“Bailey,” he murmured, holding on to her, stroking his hands down her body. “You’re okay.”

Her naked body.

Oh, God. She’d let him-at the memory, she squeaked in humiliation, which he must have taken as fear because he whispered, “It was just a dream.” He kept his hands on her, not letting her go, even though she wanted to roll into a tight ball. “Just a dream.”

“But it wasn’t.” She hated that her eyes burned, that her throat was so tight her every breath hitched. “Kenny was there, he was hurt, and then Alan-”

“A dream,” he said again firmly. “I promise.”

“But it all really happened. Alan did leave me in this mess, and it’s going to keep happening, don’t you see? It’s going to keep happening until I-”

Find the money.

She closed her mouth, wishing she could find an escape, something to take her out of this existence of terror.

His hand stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, thinking if he kept doing that, maybe for the rest of the night she could pretend none of it had ever happened, that they were here together because they wanted to be.

That she was safe.

“It’s going to keep happening until…what, Bailey?”

And even though he couldn’t see her, she shook her head from side to side. She couldn’t tell him. The less he knew, the better. She was still breathing kind of crazily, as if she’d really been running in the woods from Alan. It had seemed so real, but truthfully? Lying in bed with Noah like this, tucked beneath his long, tough, sinewy body, it wasn’t Alan she was in danger from now, but her own heart.

Noah stroked the hair from her face. She still couldn’t see him, but she didn’t have to; she could feel him. He’d kept his word; he’d kept her safe. It was like her own little miracle.

He brushed his nose along her jaw toward her ear, where he slowly exhaled and brought an entirely different kind of shiver to her body, one that had nothing, nothing at all, to do with fear.

Not a little miracle, she corrected when she felt something pressing into her thigh. A big miracle with a long, tough-built body more than capable of doing whatever was needed.

Including, apparently, her, and in spite of herself, she felt her body heat up in memory.

“You’re safe here,” Noah said, his voice coming disembodied in the dark. “Believe that much, at least.”

“I do.” Her voice was raspy, telling her she’d slept long and hard. A shock. She hadn’t slept long and hard since Alan’s death.

His fingers sank into her hair as his thumbs stroked her forehead. “That’s got to hurt,” he said, and she heard the wry smile in his voice. “You hit my chin hard.”

“Seeing stars,” she admitted.

“You really are safe here, you know,” he said, sounding sure and confident.

What she’d give for half of that confidence. “Still, I should go. I have to-”

“It’s only five. Sleep some more first, then I’ll take you where you need to go.”

“Five…in the morning?”

“Yeah.”

With a squeak, she pushed him aside and sat straight up again. “We slept all night?”

“What was left of it.”

She felt the mattress give as he stretched for something, and then she heard a click, and a soft light flooded the room.

Then an entirely different nightmare came to her. Because she’d kicked away the covers while running in her dreams, and she wore only a set of goose bumps, and nothing else.

She grabbed for the down comforter to pull it over herself, but Noah beat her to it, holding the blanket away, his gaze running over her breasts, her ribs, her belly, his eyes dark, so very, very dark.

But that wasn’t what made her breath catch in her throat, what had her nipples hardening in spite of herself.

No, that came from the fact that he was also completely, gloriously, one-hundred-percent naked.

And aroused.

Oh, good Lord, was the man aroused, and built, not to mention completely at ease with his body in a way she would have admired if she wasn’t suddenly so aware of how exposed she was, and vulnerable.

And needy.

With the light on, she felt extremely…vulnerable. She covered her breasts with her hands and closed her eyes, concentrating on breathing and not on the image she presented him with.

But then she felt his hands on her, turning her to him. “Bailey.”

“We shouldn’t have slept together-”

“We were chilled, and you were near shock. You needed body heat.”

Again she felt the mattress shift beneath his weight, and then she was tucked back beneath that admittedly warm, deliciously warm, hard body.

The man was her virtual opposite, not a soft, giving, cushy inch on him. “You’re not wearing anything,” she said breathlessly.

“I was soaked all the way through. I couldn’t sleep like that.”

No excuses, no apology.

He’d stripped down, slipped into bed to keep her warm, and she’d let him. She squeezed her eyes tighter, knowing he was looking at her, that she was just about as bared and exposed as she could get.

He said nothing, and when the moment stretched on past bearing, she cracked open an eye.

And met two orbs of heated jade. Oh, God. Yeah, he was looking at her, but not her body. Nope, he was looking right into her one eye, and suddenly she couldn’t look away to save her life. “The covers,” she said.

“You want to cover up to hide.”

“I’m cold.”

“Then I’ll keep you warm.” And that said, keeping his gaze locked on hers, he slowly but inexorably pulled her closer, ignoring the fact that she resisted slightly-only slightly because being against him was hardly a hardship-ignoring everything until he’d sat back against the headboard, with her in his lap.

Only then did he pull the comforter up over the both of them, but by then she didn’t need the warmth of the down; she had the blazing heat from his body, and it generated a heat of her own, one that started deep within and burned outward.

“Okay?” he asked.

Her breasts were mashed up against his hard chest, reminding her that while she was soft and feminine, he was sinewy and tough and hard as nails. One of her hands was trapped at her side, the other between them, pressing into his corrugated abs. Beneath her hip she could feel-“Either you’re still carrying that flashlight,” she said, still breathless. “Or-”

“Or I’m happy to see you?” he asked dryly. “Take a guess.”

Her entire body went on red-alert status, complete with happy nipples and some sort of fireworks between her thighs. She didn’t mean to, she really didn’t, but she wriggled, just enough to wrench a low, rough sound from his throat.

And the “penlight” swelled to full-blown searchlight size. “Oh, boy,” she whispered.

“That’s what you do to me, Bailey,” he said, keeping her close when she might have scooted free. “I can’t help the reaction, but I’m not going to hurt you, or make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

At the unexpected gentleness of his voice, her gaze whipped to his. Slowly he reached up and swiped at a tear she hadn’t even known she’d shed.

“Can’t you talk to me?” he asked quietly.

Throat nearly closed, she could only stare up at him, never so aware of a man in her entire life. Aware and alive, two beautiful things.

But this was not meant to be. She’d committed crimes to get here. She’d lied, and though he knew of both, he’d been the victim, her victim, and when this was over-assuming she managed to survive-nothing could come of this rather startlingly explosive attraction.

“You can trust me,” he said.

It made her heart hurt, physically hurt. All her life she’d been controlled, first by her father, and then by Alan, almost without her even realizing it. She’d been on her own for months now, and though it had been terrifying, it had also been exhilarating. Making her own decisions, accounting to no one…

Trusting went against the grain. Even for a man who’d gone over and beyond the duty, who’d been forced here against his will and yet continued to do everything in his power to help her, to keep her safe.

Even when he didn’t know the whole story.

He just wanted to help her. That was all.

In light of that, some of her unwavering determination stalled, and as she watched him, she softened some more.

And melted.

As if sensing it, he dipped his head and stroked his thumb over her ribs, his eyes so dark and deep she could have drowned. His shoulders were certainly broad and strong enough to take the weight of her problems.

Was he going to kiss her?

She shouldn’t have been able to even think such a thing, but looking into those mesmerizing, melting eyes, it was all she could think about.

He slid his hand into her hair, cupping her nape, urging her closer, his thumb stroking her skin. Her heart sped up as anticipation swam through her.

She wanted him. She wanted his hands back on her.

“Trust me,” he whispered again. “Talk to me.”

She’d never been so torn in her life, wanting to do exactly that…and also wanting to jump him.

Devour him. “I’ve…sort of sworn off all men.”

“Including Kenny?”

“No. He’s all I’ve got.”

His voice was grim and solemn. “That’s what I was afraid you were going to say.”

“Kenny wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Well, Princess, I hope to hell you’re right.” He shifted even closer if that was possible, the blanket completely sliding off them. Oblivious, he looked at her, his hair falling into his eyes, making her want to touch.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t dare because she didn’t know if she’d be able to stop.

“What about your mother?” he asked.

“Oh, you know, it’s just the same old classic poor little rich girl story,” she said with a laugh that didn’t ring true even to herself. “She died when I was young. My father traveled a lot. I shifted from nanny to nanny until I got too old for such company, and then I went off to college.” Without really mastering the whole letting-people-in thing.

Which hadn’t mattered once Alan had come into her life. He’d come with a full social calendar and in the beginning had readily included her in everything. And had included Kenny, too, when he’d expressed interest. “All in all, a rather lonely childhood,” she admitted.

“I know how that feels.” He smiled a little grimly at her surprise. “See, we’re not so different. Except that I wasn’t a poor little rich girl.”

She was smiling, she was naked, and they were talking. “What were you? Seems a little late now, but I really do want to know.”

“I was born in London on the wrong side of the tracks. My mother was just a kid herself and not into the whole maternal thing. So I begged, borrowed, and stole my way here, where I landed pretty quickly in a series of decent foster homes until I struck out on my own.” He smiled. “I did okay.”

“I’d say you did. Though you’re not alone, you have Shayne and Brody to watch your back.”

“Why isn’t Kenny watching yours?”

“Because I don’t want him to.”

He just looked at her.

“Don’t say it,” she said fiercely. “He’s not behind any of this.”

He looked as if he might want to argue with that, but changed his mind. “Just promise me not to use your cell phone anymore. Don’t give anyone a way to track you.”

“I…I didn’t think they could do that.”

“We don’t know what they can do,” he said, and a shiver raced down her spine.

But she did know what they could do to her. What they would do if she didn’t somehow fix this. “Kenny is not the one trying to hurt me, Noah.”

“I didn’t say he was. But it’s possible, if they got a hold of him, that they’re using him to get to you. You have to know that much.”

Horror filled her. “He would never give me up.”

“Just keep the phone turned off.” He tugged her down to lie alongside him. She managed to keep the covers over her, but he slowly slid his hand up the blanket, closing his fist in the soft material.

“You told me they want something,” he said. “I’m assuming you were told to help or else, right?”

He held her gaze until she nodded, and then in reward, bent and gently, so gently it brought the sting of tears to her eyes, pressed his lips to her heart over the blanket, and then slowly pulled it free.

She could have stopped him, but she didn’t, not as the down scraped over her nude body, or when the air brushed her skin.

He kissed a bared rib now, then murmured, “Who are they?”

All she could see of him was his broad shoulders and back as he bent over her, his muscles flexed taut, and she stirred, from the inside out. “I…” Couldn’t think. “I really didn’t get a good look at them.” She hadn’t.

But she hadn’t needed to either, she knew exactly who was in charge.

Stephen.

Another soft kiss, lower now, on her belly, while his hand danced down her thigh. “You sure?”

She knew she had to give him something, had to let him in, even if only a little. “Y-yes,” she whispered, stuttering because his mouth skimmed over her hip on his way down, his wavy hair tingling her skin, making her belly jump and quiver.

She knew his eyes were open, that he could see her up close and personal. With a touch so light she couldn’t believe her body followed his direction, he nudged her thighs open. “Where did they come to you before?”

“Uh-” Hard to talk when he dipped farther down, his shoulders holding her legs open. Shocked that she’d allowed this, she stared down at the top of his head, watching him press his lips to her flesh. His mouth was soft, so achingly soft, as were his hands. Never in her life had she been so aware of her own body.

“Bailey?”

“The house.” She closed her eyes. “I’d fallen asleep on the couch, and when I woke up-” She’d been petrified to find herself facing three men, two of them huge and menacing and armed, one standing at either end of the couch. The third man had been Stephen. He’d sat on her coffee table at her shoulder as if he’d been invited in. And he had, many many times, by Alan. He was polished, elegant, and utterly, terrifyingly, smoothly dangerous. He’d said hello politely, while turning a very wicked looking knife in his fingers.

“They were just there,” she said now to Noah. “They wanted-” Money, of course. “They wanted to warn me. If I didn’t do what they said, they’d come back.”

“And kill you.”

If that was all it’d been, it wouldn’t be so difficult. But when she’d shaken her head, saying she didn’t have the money, didn’t know where to find it, he’d nodded, then stood and said that he hoped she’d said good-bye to Kenny.

And her second graders.

Because, he’d said, she wouldn’t be seeing them ever again, since his men would be killing them.

One by one.

Then he’d leaned over her and said that he’d be in touch, and she’d better hope he didn’t find out she was holding out on him. He’d nodded to the two other men, one of whom held her down while the other had crawled up on top of her, between her legs, wrapping his fingers around her throat, squeezing until she’d blacked out.

When she’d come to, she’d been alone.

She’d been on the run ever since. She’d gotten a hotel room, hadn’t gone back to the house or to work, and now she’d gotten Noah involved. “They’d kill anyone I cared about.”

“So you have to do what they want. You have to find something.” Turning his head, he kissed her other inner thigh.

With his mouth on her, she could hardly breathe, much less talk. “Hence the whole hijack-the-pilot thing.”

“Yeah.” He stroked his thumb lightly over her skin, his voice a sleepy, sexy whisper. “So why me?”

She wished he’d turned off the light, or that he’d stop talking and start kissing her again. “Your plane was there, ready to go.”

“So was Brody’s,” he reminded her.

“Yes, but…”

He kissed her again, lightly, softly, sweetly, and yet nothing in her reaction felt sweet. A new tension had gripped her body, one that had nothing to do with fear, and she found herself arching up into him, her fingers digging into the comforter at her sides.

Noah lifted his head, waiting for an answer.

“I wanted it to be you,” she admitted.

“Because I’m an easy mark?”

“No. God, no.” She closed her eyes. A hiding habit, she knew, an especially silly one since she was as exposed as she could get, but she needed a minute for this one. Because if she couldn’t give him the truth about what she had to do, she was going to give him the truth about this.

Needed to give him the truth about this.

But then he stroked her again, his touch still light and easy, and once again she lost her grasp on her thought process. “You are not an easy mark,” she managed.

She had no trouble reading his expression when he lifted his head, no trouble seeing that his features had softened, heated. His fingers were still on her thighs, his thumb gently stroking, and her body, with a mind of its own, twitched, letting her legs fall farther open.

Crazy, she thought. She was crazy wild to expose herself this way, letting him see…

Everything.

His gaze dipped, looking directly at what she’d revealed, and then an almost unbearably sexy sound left his throat as he slowly…dipped…his head…and touched his lips to the groove at the very top of her thigh.

“I-I wanted it to be you,” she managed. “Because I felt like I knew you, like we had a connection.”

He shifted his lips along her hip, her belly, to her other hip.

While she didn’t so much as breathe.

“We’ve never talked about anything other than the weather and the route you wanted me to fly,” he said directly against her skin. “Which begs the question…why me?”

“I…” His mouth was working for her, it really was. “I felt it.” God, had she felt it. She wanted to pull him up so that she could think, so that she could make some sense. Instead, she continued to fist her hands in the down comforter at her sides and let him drive her to the very edge. “I kn-knew you’d help me.”

“Yeah.” He let out a short breath and touched his forehead to her belly, his lips tantalizingly close to ground zero. “Do you know why?” he asked.

“Um-”

He slid his fingers beneath her bottom, cupping her, then lifted his head and leveled her with those melting eyes. “Do you know why?” he repeated.

“No.”

“Because I had a crush on you.”

“You-” He had a crush on me. “Noah-”

“A big, fat crush.”

Whenever she’d seen him at Sky High, he’d been courteous, professional, distant.

And sexy as hell.

“You never gave me the time of day,” she said.

“No, Princess, that was you. You were always dressed to the hilt, looking hot enough to melt butter right off your skin, and yet you never seemed to know it. You’d smile, but rarely speak to me.”

“I liked you.”

His laugh was soft, and self-deprecatory. “Yeah, well, I fantasized about it being more than like. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted…” He tugged, and his face was right there, between her legs.

“This,” he said. “I wanted this.” With characteristic bluntness, he looked at her. Looked for a long, breathless beat with his hair brushing her belly, his breath warming her skin.

She knew what he saw. A woman’s body, up close and personal, complete with flaws.

He didn’t say a word.

And she couldn’t take it, she just couldn’t, so she wriggled up to reach the light and turned it off.

With a low laugh against her skin, he surged up and flicked it on again.

Oh, God. She tried to relax, but she just couldn’t, and knowing it, she reached up and flicked it back off.

Silence reigned.

And then it grew, and grew some more, until it was like another person in the room. Realizing she was holding her breath, she let it out.

And Noah sighed. “Hiding again.”

“No, I…” Okay, yes. Yes, she was.

But he left the light off, and she breathed some more, her entire body quivering with anticipation.

“After all we’ve been through, you don’t have to hide, not from me.” Dipping his head, he stroked his thumb unerringly over her, just where she needed it, and then-oh, God, and then-his tongue.

He did it again, and then again, just a little harder, a little faster, and she gasped and arched up, right into his mouth.

“Ah, yeah. That’s perfect. You’re perfect.” And holding her open, he proceeded to drive her out of her own mind and straight into another mind-blowing orgasm.

While she was still shuddering, he crawled up her body, nudging at her center with a most impressive erection.

“Tell me the rest, Bailey.”

Was he kidding? She couldn’t even put a thought together, much less a sentence.

“What else are you hiding?” he wondered with another nudge that made her want to wrap her legs around his waist and draw him inside. “Bailey?”

“Nothing.”

Liar.

He didn’t say it, but the word danced around them in the dark as if he had.

“I need to know,” he said. “To keep us safe and happy.”

And then reaching out, he once again flicked on the light. Settling between her legs, he looked deep into her eyes. “And I want to keep us very, very safe and happy.”