Page 19 of Catch Me
His hand traced up my inner thigh, higher and higher, until it reached the junction between my legs, pressing against the exact spot where my jeans were rubbing against the sensitive flesh. I was sure by the flash of delight in his eyes that he could feel the wetness that was already beginning to build. “Aye, lass, I would. I would tease, taste and devour you until you were right on the edge and the entire bar heard you begging for your release. And then I’d leave you to think about what you’ve done.”
I scooted forward slightly, trapping his hand between my legs and leaned in to trace my lips against his jaw and whispered against his ear. “You might bring me to the edge, and you might make me scream and beg, but you and I both know, Simon Gallagher, that there’s no way you could walk away from me without giving me your release, and mine.” And then I slipped off my stool as my teeth nipped the lobe of his ear. “Excuse me, I think I need to use the ladies’ room.”
I moved through the crowd without looking back and was rewarded with a growl in my ear just as I reached the back of the bar. “You’re a fucking she-devil, Hannah Kelly.” And then the next thing I knew, he was gripping me by the back of my neck and pulling me towards a janitor’s closet before opening the door and plunging us both into darkness.
I didn’t know what my back hit, but I didn’t care as suddenly his mouth and hands were on me and the taste consumed me and the feel of him. His lips stole my breath away even as his hands left my skin burning with his touch. I couldn’t get close enough and ripped at the buttons of his jeans to bury my hand inside to grip the hard length of him, even as he’d gotten one leg of my pants down enough that I could slip it free.
I felt his teeth on my nipple as his hands ripped my bra down and I groaned, arching into him. Then he lined the head of his cock up with my wet opening, pausing to coat it in my slickness as his tongue teased a line from neck to my jaw. “Is this what you wanted, Hannah? Tell me, lass.”
“Yes, Simon,” I moaned as he buried himself inside of me, filling me and then drawing back out to do it all over again. “Please.” I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks as he held me against the cold wood and set a punishing pace. It didn’t take long before I felt the first tingling awareness of my release as I tightened against him and as if he could sense without me saying a word that I was getting close, his hand slipped between us, his thumb rubbing against the slickness of my clit, driving me over the edge. I screamed, and he captured it with his mouth covering mine as I felt him harden, spilling over the edge into bliss with me.
Slowly, as our breathing and our heart rates came down, he let me go and then, with a gentleness that contrasted his earlier brutality, cleaned the mess we’d made with a handkerchief he’d pulled from his pocket. I snickered when I saw it in the dim light of the closet, thinking of how, when I’d first heard about him, I had the impression of a posh aristocrat with an ascot and cane. Seeming to read my thoughts, his eyes twinkled, and he tucked back into his pocket. “Do you have a problem with my ‘kerchief?”
I shook my head as he lifted my foot and drew my jeans back up, his hands tenderly tracing the contours of my leg. “No, I enjoy seeing this gentlemanly side of you.”
He stood then, righting his own clothing, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips. “You have a way of bringing out both sides of me, love.”
A pounding knock sounded at my back, startling me as I realized I was leaning against the closet door. Just as I thought we were about to be exposed to the whole bar, a familiar voice sounded through the thick wood. “If you two are done, I believe I have a meeting with Ms. Kelly.”
“A meeting with a Senator, huh?” I cocked a brow and moved away from the door as Simon opened it to see Abrams standing in the small alcove holding both our pints of Guinness. Simon, for his part, didn’t look phased, just smiled darkly at his handler, but I noticed how he positioned himself slightly in front as if he wanted to protect me from whatever tongue lashing or judgement we were about to receive.
I scooted around him and grabbed one pint from the Colonel’s hand. “Oh, thanks Jon, I worked up a thirst.” Then tipped my head back and downed half the pour with a satisfied sigh. “About time you got here. Should we go sit down, though? Kind of exposed out here and we’ve got things to discuss.” I turned away from both men, hiding a snicker at the shocked way Abram’s jaw snapped shut and the devilish grin Simon gave him before he took his own pint and followed behind me.
“Fucking hell, Simon, you could have warned me.” I heard growled low behind me, to which Simon just chuckled. “I told you she was a hellion, Jon. Better get used to it.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Jon give Simon an assessing look. “You know we don’t do partnerships on the teams, Simon.” Something about the way he said the words had me straining to hear the rest of the conversation as I wove in and out of the crowd to a table set away from the main bar.
Simon’s voice was low, but I picked up three words that made my heart skip a beat. “You do now.”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Simon
When Rue filled me in on the events of the past twenty-four hours, it filled me with a sick combination of rage and worry. I was torn between going after Abrams and beating him to a bloody pulp for sending Hannah off on her own on what I was sure was some bloody test to find out if she had what it took to join one of his Enigma teams, or chasing her down and seeing for myself if she was ok or not. It only took me half a second to decide and when I walked into the pub, I knew I’d made the right choice. Her face held every thought as if she was an open book and I could see the inner turmoil that she’d learned today was causing her. It made me want to kick Abram’s ass even more. There was no reason for him to send her on that mission because I was sure that whatever Javier had told her in their interrogation, Abrams already knew and had a source for. What had happened today was literally just a trial by fire.
Still, I knew that even if she’d had the information handed to her in a nice little packet, it wouldn’t have made hearing it any easier. But I was curious about what she’d learned and how it tied into Sybil and the Abromov group. When I’d questioned Rue and Michael, they’d merely exchanged one of their looks and said that I would need to talk to Hannah about that. Whatever they’d uncovered, they felt like it was personal to Hannah, and only she was the one who could really share the complete picture.
Hannah slid into a secluded booth, and I followed behind her. Technically, this wasn’t my mission anymore and Hannah wasn’t my asset, but I would be damned if I let her face off with Abrams by herself again. The man was a wolf on his best day and an absolute monster on his worst. He might have been one of the good guys, but good was only shades of grey when it came to what he deemed beneficial to the Enigma group and those they answered to. If I was mission oriented, Jonathan Abrams was mission obsessed.
Abrams took the seat across from us and turned to Hannah. “Well, what did you learn?”
Hannah just smiled and turned to me. “He doesn’t waste time, does he?” She turned back to him. “Tell you what, how about you show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”
Jon didn’t blink. “I believe I’ve already shared plenty with you. You found Javier exactly where I said he’d be, correct?”
She nodded. “Oh yeah, he was there like a nice pretty package, all wrapped up for me. But you know, maybe I’m finally learning not to trust anyone in this business because that just didn’t sit right with me. You made it too easy, Jonathan.”
Abrams arched a brow, the only sign that Hannah might have been on to him. “So, are you going to tell me what you learned? Or do you have more questions for me?”
Hannah sat back and glared at him. “You’re a cold mother-fucker Jonathan Abrams. Do you know I ruined my favorite pair of Converse in shit filled alleys when you could have just told me what I needed to know?” She sighed, as if resigning herself that trying to get any empathy from Abrams was going to be like trying to wring water from a rock.
“Fine, you win. I hope I passed your fucking test though, because this will be the last time you make me run down an informant without cause.” Pride welled, and it took every bit of self-control I had not to kiss her senseless right there. I cleared my throat instead and placed a hand under the table on her thigh, willing her to know through my touch that I supported her.
“Well, now that we’ve established that you both know what the fuck is going on, would either of you care to fill me in?”
One set of green and one set of blue eyes turned to me, almost as if they’d been so locked in their silent battle of wills they’d forgotten I was there.
Hannah glanced back at Abrams. “You mean he doesn’t know?”
