Storm Warning (Security Specialists International Book 4) by Monette Michaels

Author:Monette Michaels [Michaels, Monette]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Monette Michaels
Published: 2015-08-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

February 24th, Cancun, Mexico

Tweeter took DJ’s elbow and then guided her across the open-air lobby. They followed the porter who had their mostly empty bags. Once they were checked into their private casita, he’d take DJ shopping for some resort clothes. The bags currently contained some survival gear and clothing, just in case they had to make an emergency escape into the Belizean jungle to rendezvous with Conn.

As they strolled through the lush lobby, he checked out the picture DJ made in the outfit Callie had given her from her personal wardrobe—much of which were couture clothes from her modeling days.

DJ looked like a sex goddess. The dress, what there was of it, was the color of a tropical sea with a halter top composed of fabric criss-crossing her gorgeous, full breasts and then buttoning behind her neck. Her toned back was left bare to the waist; the rest of the dress flowed over her hips to stop mid-thigh. There were no panty lines as the silky fabric lovingly outlined the luscious curve of her ass. He’d looked and so had every man they’d passed since they landed in Cancun and entered the hotel. But he’d be the only man who’d discover just what she had on under the sinfully sexy dress. And if the Latin-lover-wanna-be they were about to pass didn’t put his tongue back in his mouth, Tweeter would be very happy to cut the fucker off.

“Behave.” DJ pulled him closer to her side and hugged his arm, which brushed the side of her breast. He almost swallowed his tongue when her nipple immediately peaked at the brief touch. “Stop growling like a hungry jaguar. The man’s merely looking.”

“He can fucking stop.” Tweeter leaned over just enough to nuzzle her ear and mutter, “He’s stripping you with his eyes.”

DJ turned and brushed her lips over his chin. “Pot … kettle?”

She had him there. “But I have the right,” he murmured. “I sleep with you.” He adored sleeping with her. She was a cuddler—and he liked going to sleep and waking up with her plastered against his body.

After last night, he was thankful she still wanted to be with him at all. Because DJ had a spine of steel and because his slow, patient approach had garnered her trust, he’d dodged the bullet after hitting one of her trigger points. He never wanted to see such a stark look of fear on her face again—and especially didn’t want to be the cause of it.

This morning, she’d awakened him with her hand on his cock and her tongue in his ear. She was all teasing smiles and warm affection. He’d fingered her clit and suckled her breasts as she worked his cock with the confidence she’d gained over the last week. After mutual orgasms, they showered together just as they’d done each day since she’d moved into his cabin and then went to the Lodge to eat a hearty breakfast before their flights.

His woman was a survivor, but she also no longer had to work through her emotional trauma alone.

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