Page 52 of Forgetting the Enemy
“I don’t know, babe. I don’t know,” I reply, holding her closer. “But you can make damn sure I’m gonna find out.”
“Were they trying to kill you?”
“I would guess something like that,” I say. I look down at her. “Why are you all wet?”
She pulls back and looks at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. “When I heard the first gunshot, I jumped in the pool. It was the only place I could get to quickly that would give me some cover.”
“You held your breath that long?” I asked, amazed at this woman’s courage.
“No, I would come up for air behind the slide,” she says, and I can tell by her tone she’s quite proud of herself.
“Good girl. That was very smart.” I pull her against me. “I’m very proud of you.”
Her eyes light up, and she beams at me. I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. Holding her close, we sit there for several minutes until Ricco knocks.
“Come in,” I say.
“Michael,” he says as he opens the door. “I’m sorry, but we need you.”
I nod ’cause I know he’s right.
“I’m gonna take Zaira to her room and then I’ll meet you in my office in fifteen.” I get up, Zaira still in my arms as I head to the door.
Ricco has his gun cocked and ready and follows behind us. Once inside the big house, he follows me upstairs until I get to Zaira’s room. “I’ll be just outside the door,” he says, giving me some privacy with my girl.
I carry Zaira into her room and into the en suite bathroom. After grabbing a towel, I dry her off. “You should get out of that wet suit,” I say huskily. All the chaos from a few minutes ago suddenly leaves my head when I realize I am standing here alone with a half-naked Zaira.
She looks up at me and asks, “Will you help me? I think I hurt my arm when I jumped into the pool. I don’t think I can get my top untied from the back.” She turns around.
Hesitantly, my hands reach up to the tie behind her back. Trying my damnedest to not touch her skin, I begin to untie the knot at the center. My efforts are fruitless as my knuckles lightly graze her back. I see the goose bumps rise on her flesh, and everything in my head leaves and relocates to my dick, which is now pulsating in my pants.
The bottom knot is untied now, so I take a step back. Holding her top with her hands she turns to face me. “Thank you, Michael. I think I can manage now.” Her breasts are spilling out around her loose bikini top, and I find that even though I need to leave, I can’t. It’s as if my feet have grown roots, and I am stuck right here in this bathroom with Zaira.
The relief that she’s alive and standing here in front of me overwhelms me. I reach for her and grab her by the waist, then pull her against my body. Her hands drop from her top and wrap themselves around me. My lips crash onto hers, and I reach up and untie the top. Her lips open to mine, and our kiss is all consuming. I devour her mouth, our tongues dancing to our own private tango.
I have to leave. I have business to attend to. But I can’t. Not now, when she’s here alive and kissing me with so much passion. I scoop her into my arms, and her top falls away. Looking down at her bare breasts, I want nothing more than to touch and suck on them. I carry her back into the bedroom and lay her on the bed as I climb on top of her. Her hands caress my body as I continue to devour her mouth. I break the kiss and drop my head to her breast to suck on her taut nipples. She is fucking amazing, and I can’t get enough of her.
My erection is digging into her pelvic area, and she keeps pushing forward for the friction I know she so desperately craves. She untucks my shirt and reaches up underneath to rub her hands along my bare chest.I want her! I need her! I’ve fucking denied myself too long. This has to be right, doesn’t it?
And then the reality of what I’m doing hits me like a bucket of ice water. Fuck!
I quickly get up from the bed. I don’t face her because I’m too much of a coward. “I’m sorry, Zaira. I got carried away.” I head for the door, tucking my shirt back into my pants.
“Michael!” she calls after me, but I ignore her, slamming the door behind me.
***
Ricco follows me downstairs. When we get back to my office, I take a seat at my desk and slowly try to rub the tension from my temples.
“Any IDs?” I ask. Sitting back in my chair, I light a cigar. Smoke begins to fill the room. I’m still rattled from the shooting, then I almost fucked Zaira. Damn, I need a drink. I get back up and walk to the bar.
“Not yet, but I’ve got Jude and Darius looking into it.”
“I wanna know as soon as you know something.” I grab the open bottle of Jack. “Vorresti da bere?” I ask as I pour myself a shot.
“Fuck yeah,” Ricco says. “It’s been a day. Make it a double.”
“It sure the fuck has,” I say and pour his drink and hand it to him. We down our shots, and I pour us both another one. I take the decanter and my drink back to my desk and sit down. I gesture for Ricco to sit. Surprisingly enough, I don’t want to be alone, and I’m glad he’s here. Anyway, don’ttheysay you should never drink alone?
