Unfair Advantage

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Until You, Kristina Dalton



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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN



Dani \'s temper spiked. Sensual excitement warmed her blood . Fear mixed with both. She put up her hands to stop his advance, yanked them back and fled several feet in sudden realization.



"Wait!" She caught herself, lowered her voice. "Wait. Don\'t touch me."



He halted. "You don\'t have to be afraid."



Off balance, fearful of what could go wrong, she shot back in an angry whisper, "How could you possibly know anything about it? You\'ve never had to fear touching someone!"



"I have."



Even in her agitated state she noted his gentled tone. She wished he\'d kept up the arrogance. "When?"



"In the past, probably a hundred times when I\'ve caught a killer or rapist, when I collared a child molester or some punk who mugged an old lady. Part of me wanted to cross the line." He moved farther into the boudoir, although he kept his distance. "I\'ve wanted to pretend the perp didn\'t lower his gun, or resisted arrest. Many times I\'ve fought the urge to break an arm as I restrained, a few fingers when I cuffed. It\'s something I fight."



She already regretted asking, "More recently?"



"Reluctance to touch you."



Dani trembled. "This would be a mistake."



"Let me worry about that."



Suddenly the world seemed far away. She felt stripped far more naked than wearing only her skin would make her. Inner Bitch had left the building. In the dimness, she wondered what to do. What to say.



"Pull the drapes," he said softly. "If you have candles like you do in the living room, I\'ll light a few."



"I\'ll do both." She fought an overwhelming sense of impending crisis. Her hands shook as she closed the heavy velvet panels, went to the armoire. She skirted wide around him, lit a match and touched it to the triple wicks of the oversized pillar.



Flickering amber glow lit the room. Dani couldn\'t turn, couldn\'t face him. She heard him sit on the bed\'s edge.



"Come here."



With increased intimacy, what would she see? Would his violent past assault her apace with his lust? How could she express her fears?



"Trust me, Dani."



No way did she intend to live her life celibate. Still, what if she found she couldn\'t do this? Questioning if she\'d ever have a \'normal\' sex again daunted her far less than the imminent answer. Turning toward the bed, she said, "I have to know you\'ll stop if I say to."



She noted he\'d changed clothes, wore that faded navy NYPD shirt, jeans and the cowboy boots he\'d worn the day they met in Havewick. He looked capable of any manner of sexual mayhem sitting there, dwarfing her large bed, candlelight striking sparks in the depths of his hair, casting shadows under those Viking cheekbones. "I\'m putting myself in your hands, too."



He hadn\'t answered the question. "I need to know you\'ll stop."



"If you didn\'t trust me, you\'d never have opened that door."



"That\'s cop talk." She went a little closer, attracted yet cautious.



"Would it help if I admitted this scares the shit out of me, too?" He pulled off his boots and socks.



She knew she\'d gotten within his reach. "Now you\'re afraid of getting caught?"



Larkin sat with his hands pressed to the bed on either side of his hips. His gaze moved down over, heated and deliberate. "Not what I said."



"Tell me what scares you."



Meeting her gaze he replied, "Caring too much. Sacrificing the best chance I have to catch this son-of-a-bitch to protect you."



Dani stepped between his knees. Experimentally, she reached out to touch the luxurious thickness of his hair. He closed his eyes, turned his face to her palm. The jolt of potent sexual heat made her gasp. She could feel it simmer in him. "So far, it works."



"Yell if it doesn\'t."



Dani pushed him backward. She shoved up the weathered tee, bit the lower ridges of his abdomen. His belly flexed, showed more impressive muscle. Larkin groaned. Dani licked his tight skin. He tasted of sexual indulgence. Emboldened, she opened his Levis, pushed down the black briefs. His large fierce erection sprang forward.



Sensual avarice filled her in a tidal wave. She took him into her mouth. Here the taste of him concentrated. Dark and wild.



"No!" he hissed, sounding almost pained.



Larkin pushed her off, tumbled her to the bed. Disconcerted as she bounced, Dani half rose. "Don\'t tell me \'no\'."



He came over her, pressing her down with his body. The air felt thick with electricity. He put his face to hers, murmured, "I want to kiss you. Before we go farther. I\'ve thought about it so many times."



In an unknown part of her, Dani felt an unfamiliar tug. Strong, tender. Sex for her always equaled personal pleasure. As she gazed up into his candlelit face, she realized despite the fact they\'d never even kissed, their intimacy had become profound. He knew her secrets. She trusted him, and he trusted her.



Dani\'s entire being reacted to his lips touching hers. Lightning struck. Dampness drenched her panties and she began to tremble. Her arms encircled his strong neck. Previous sexual encounters always involved her as the aggressor. In her heart she surrendered.



Larkin kissed her slow. Hot and deep. Made her feel as if it were her first. Every sensation struck sharp sparks along her nerves. He tasted so delicious, like damp hot sex and sweetness. Dani clawed his back under the tee. He settled between her thighs like he lived there.



In the back of her mind, she recalled her early speculations about his unique brand of sensuality. She\'d labeled him a gentleman wild man. An uninhibited lover with whom women would feel safe, offer him carte blanche. She now knew those correct.



Dani lifted her arms above her head as he pulled off her shirt. She hadn\'t worn a bra. His gaze moved over her, hot, their unusual color gleaming in the candlelight. He reached behind his head, caught a fistful of tee and tugged it off. Dark skin stretched over heavy muscles. She reached up to touch him. He caught her hand, pressed it to his chest. Through the solid muscle she felt his heartbeat quicken. As if looking in a mirror, she saw herself. But, through his eyes. Her hair spread over the pillow, cheeks flushed, fragile bones and pink-tipped breasts.



"What do you see?" he asked.



"Myself."



He kissed her again and she arched up closer. Larkin made a sound deep in his chest that reminded her of a big cat. She nipped his lower lip. He caught both her hands in his and held them above her head.



It conjured a singular and somewhat dizzy sensation. Safe danger.



His mouth moved down her throat, teeth grazing her skin, raising gooseflesh. Her breasts tightened, tingled. Her belly contracted as his hand smoothed over it. His finger dipped into her naval and tongue teased her nipple. Over a year of celibacy made her body a powder keg and she could tell he knew it. Larkin\'s hand slid downward, under the waist of her shorts. Through her damp panties he rubbed her in the most maddening rhythm. Enough to make her moan and tremble, too lightly to put her over the edge.



She tried to lift her hips, press closer. He sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her breath left in a rush. Impatient, on fire she whispered, "Please, Larkin."



"Say my name and I\'ll give you what you want." He nibbled the under curve of her other breast.



It emerged breathy and low, "Roarke."



His hand left her and she watched somewhat stunned as he released her hands and left the bed. She watched him take out a condom, place it on the night stand. He stripped off his jeans and briefs, momentarily distracting her. He looked like the Viking warrior she compared him to. Rugged, battle scars marking him here and there as a combat veteran.



He came back to bed, laying on his side, head and shoulders even with her hips, peeling down her shorts.



Recalling their exchange, she whispered, "I did what you asked."



He glanced up into her face, returned his attention between her parted thighs. "You don\'t want to climax like that." He tugged her panties down her legs. He caught her foot, rubbed his thumb along the arch, over her ankle and slowly up to the apex of her legs.



Dani gasped as he touched the cleft of her body. Her entire body jerked. He leaned close, blew a slow breath over the heated flesh. She shivered. He slipped a single finger inside her. Dani\'s body clamped around it like a vise.



He withdrew his finger, making her ache with emptiness. Dani\'s gaze followed his hands as he unwrapped the condom, rolled it down his erection. He came over her, rested his bent elbow on either side of her head, slid his hand under her head to cradle her. Dani wrapped her arms around his neck as his head lowered. His mouth covered hers, this time very different. Possessive. The tip of him sank into her.



His mouth muffled her scream as he knifed up into her, huge, hard and hot. She spasmed, felt cleaved and spread open by the size of him. Yet the orgasm whipped over her in powerful waves. Dani\'s limbs shook. Instinctively she tried to push him away. He began to move within her, steady and strong. She could feel her inner muscles sort of shiver against the invasion. He shifted his weight to the right, took his left hand from beneath her head. She went a little crazy, clawed his neck and back as he touched her swollen clitoris.



He swallowed her cries, took her to edge of sensual madness.



Dani\'s body surrendered, became a submissive receptor to his increasingly demanding thrusts. It trembled and arched beyond her control. The blood in her veins sparkled with quicksilver arousal. Her zenith approached again. This time when she peaked, the intensity blotted out everything but the throbbing erection buried deep in her.







She woke slowly, hearing Buddy scratch at the crate door. Dani blinked in the dimness. The heavy drapes obscured the sunlight. She climbed from bed. Her nipples tingled as she pulled on her tee shirt. Retrieving her shorts from the floor, she stepped into them. A distinct tenderness between her thighs testified she hadn\'t experienced an erotic dream.



Last night she\'d rolled around in bed with a Viking. Now, she paid for it.



The light made her squint as she let him Buddy out into the courtyard. Images from the night kept flashing in her mind. He\'d carried into the bathroom, made her watch in the mirror as he brought her to climax with his mouth, then took her from behind.



Dani shook her head. Famous morning after sentiments. Last night was a mistake.



She made coffee, started to order breakfast then reconsidered. After last evening\'s fiasco, she\'d better stick to cooking for herself. Dani left the door open for Buddy went to wash Larkin off her skin, out of her hair.





Dave waited for his uncle to leave for a meeting at corporate headquarters before he crept back into his uncle\'s suite to watch the tape. Halfway through he felt like he might puke. He stopped it, rewound to the point where he\'d found it. Snuff porn. Homosexual snuff porn. Fucking twisted shit.



He took a second to inventory his uncle\'s equipment. He had a TV with a built in VCR and DVD player. Dave hit power, then peeked into the VCR slot. He saw a tape, pressed play. The content of the tape confused him at first. Footage of his uncle seated at the computer. The angle indicated a low placement. Almost like an interactive cam might capture.



Then, it struck him like a baseball bat. His uncle had made a tape for the benefit of someone watching him. He could be anywhere, doing anything, but the tape would convince that watcher in cyber space that he continued to sit before the monitor. Alone.



Dave covered his tracks, returned to his room. Something about the kid on the tape bothered him. Something seemed familiar. So Dave clicked on his surfing history. A New York newspaper caught his eye. He liked to imagine he\'d live there one day, often read the headlines. On the opening page one leaped off the screen at him. A picture, one that might have been taken at school, showed the face of the kid in the disgusting video.



"Fourteen-year-old soccer and swim team star abducted and murdered. Is a serial killer loose in Manhatten?"