Radclyffe - Oath of Honor

“Have a good run?” Blair asked, touching a dab of purple to the swell of a wave.

“The beach is a bitch. I’d forgotten how much harder it is to run on sand.”

“Tire you out?” Blair wiped her brush on a cloth and set it in a tray next to the easel and turned, her gaze slowly sliding from Cam’s face down her body.

“Just getting started.”

Blair smiled slowly. “You’re all sweaty.”

“Sorry about that.” Cam fanned her fingers over the center of her chest, and Blair’s eyes flared with heat, making her nipples tighten and pressure surge in her groin. “Stark made me promise I’d let her join me when her leg healed.”

“Oh, I can just see that—I know she hates to run. You’ve been torturing her again by playing to her need to best the boss.”

“Ex-boss. And all Secret Service agents are competitive by nature. I didn’t have to play her at all.”

Laughing, Blair crossed the room with the easy grace of a trained martial artist. She gripped the bottom of Cam’s T-shirt and jerked it up and over Cam’s head, tossing it onto the floor behind them. She leaned against Cam’s body, pinning her against the doorjamb. “Well, I like you sweaty and you’re going to need a shower anyhow—I’m going to get paint all over you.”

Cam circled Blair’s waist and gripped her ass, snugging Blair’s hips into the vee of her pelvis. “Is it washable paint?”

“I might have to work on it.” Blair nipped at Cam’s chin and kissed her, molding her mouth to Cam’s, teasing the seam of her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Rub a little here and there.”

“Make sure you get a lot on me, then.” Cam pulled her closer, enjoying the heat spreading through her belly, the rising beat of arousal, the anticipation of the pleasure to come. Blair’s hands covered her breasts, thumbs lightly brushing her nipples, and she tilted her head back, giving Blair room to scrape her teeth down her throat. “Your mouth is so hot—God, Blair.”

“You taste so good,” Blair mumbled as she nipped and kissed her way to the hollow of Cam’s throat. She licked the salty skin there and moaned softly.

Cam pulled the tie holding Blair’s hair back, letting her thick waves fall free. She tangled her fingers in them, cupping the back of Blair’s head, guiding Blair’s mouth lower, to the curve of her breast. Blair’s teeth closed over her nipple and Cam jerked. They were alone in that part of the house, but several of Blair’s security agents were in the kitchen—and she was losing her grip more with every stroke of Blair’s tongue. “Shower soon?”

“Mmm, in a minute,” Blair whispered, licking a warm path down the underside of Cam’s breast.

“Blair,” Cam warned, her thighs starting to shake.

Blair laughed, pressing the flat of her hand to the center of Cam’s belly, making slow, tight circles, knowing the motion would work Cam up even faster.

“You looked beautiful,” Cam whispered, “standing over there in the sunlight.”

Blair stilled, then raised her head, her blue eyes dark and questioning. “You always catch me off guard, Cam. You mean that, don’t you.”

“Every time I see you, I fall in love again.”

“I believe you when you say those things. You make my heart melt.”

Cam framed Blair’s face and kissed her softly. Her body demanded Blair’s hands, Blair’s mouth, Blair’s fingers, but her heart wanted nothing more than to hold Blair close with her last breath. “I love you. You’re all I want.”

“Cam.” Blair’s fingers trembled against Cam’s skin. “I never thought I’d have this. You undo me.”

The tears shimmering on Blair’s lashes were Cam’s undoing. She only wanted her love to make Blair smile. “Don’t worry—I’ll never tell.”

Laughing, the hint of vulnerability erased by joy, Blair closed her eyes and rested her cheek against Cam’s shoulder. “Good. I’d hate for my badass reputation to suffer.”

Cam skimmed her hand under Blair’s T-shirt and stroked her back. “Want to take that shower with me?”

Blair fingers skated lower, brushing softly between Cam’s thighs. “Want me to finish what I started?”

“Oh yeah. Several times.”

Laughing, Blair took Cam’s hand and dragged her down the hall. “I’ll see what I can do.”

*

“Five Guys?” Wes said when Evyn stopped in front of the red-and-white checkered burger joint.

“What? You don’t like burgers? Are you a vegetarian?”

“No.” Wes shook her head. “I think my coronaries can take it. A burger would be great.”

“Well, these are great burgers.” Evyn reached for the door but Wes was there first, pushing it open and waiting for her to pass. “You know that’s very retro, right?”

“What?” Wes let the door close behind them and followed Evyn to the counter.

“Holding the door for a woman.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Do you always do it?”

“If I don’t have to knock someone down to get there first.”

Evyn laughed. “Chivalry just comes naturally to you?”

“I don’t know. Is that what you call it?”

Evyn almost said I call it sexy , but caught herself just in time. Wes really didn’t know her actions were both charming and unusual, and that made what might have been annoying in someone else just plain attractive. “I guess you take the officer-and-a-gentleman thing seriously.”

“I do.”

“So you don’t just rely on the uniform to turn heads?”

“Never did, really,” Wes answered easily. The glint in Evyn’s eyes made it hard to resist her good-natured teasing. “I’m not the head-turning type.”

“Come again?” Evyn stared. Did the woman really not know how hot she was?

“What?”

“Never mind.” Evyn took a mental step back. Fifteen minutes alone with Wes and they were already dancing around personal issues again. Maybe even flirting. Without her even realizing it. Without meaning to. Wes slid right through her usual barriers, and she couldn’t have that. Especially not here, on the job, and especially not with Wes. “We don’t have much time, so if you know what you want…”

“I’m good to order,” Wes said, visibly drawing back.

Evyn supposed she’d been rude, but better that than familiar. So what if the cool curtain that fell between them chilled her more than the miserable weather outside.

They ordered, grabbed a table by the window, and waited for their number to be called. She started to rise when the server called their order, but Wes got to her feet.

“I’ll get it. Ketchup on your fries?”

“What else?”

“Vinegar,” Wes said.

“Blasphemy.”

“You should try it.”

Evyn leaned back in her chair and stared up at Wes, who stood looking down, amusement dancing in her eyes. Every single thing about her was attractive—the sharp profile, the long tight body, the devastating mouth. And she was close enough to being on the job to know what it meant to have no life to speak of—a schedule that changed at a moment’s notice, travel plans she couldn’t share, colleagues who knew her better than family. Or maybe who were her family. Wes Masters might just be the most interesting woman she’d ever met, and that was a big, big problem. She’d had a very brief and very ill-advised affair with another agent right after she’d been assigned to DC. They’d split up when her ex’s ex returned from an assignment overseas and wasn’t so ex any longer. Unfortunately, Evyn kept running into said ex on the job. That was painful at first and then just embarrassing. Then and there she’d decided to keep life simple—a total separation of work and play. Wes was upsetting her game plan. Add to that the whole breach in security issue, and the inadvisable became the impossible.