She moved his hand away so she could slide down over him. She was still wet from the last time, drips and drops of him coating her thigh, but neither of them minded. “At least more time together in the same city.”
In a flash he’d flipped them, and he now covered her and thrust deeper. The man did love to be on top and, since he got her to orgasm every time, she didn’t mind so much.
“It means we’ll have more time for this.”
She arched her back. “I don’t know how you expect to have time for sex if you’ll be helping your family and I’ll be busy with my own mission.”
He stilled and she groaned at the ache inside her that wasn’t being fulfilled. When he still didn’t move a few moments later, she looked up and caught this intense stare.
“I want more time with you, my Anda. Not just sex. Butyou.” He kissed her hard and thrust harder. “I need you. Oh, Christ, I need you.”
His words set her pulse racing and her body struggling to keep up with his brutal, delicious pace.
“I don’t just need this. I need you. Do you understand that, Anda? Do you understand how much I need you? Oh, Christ!”
“Ethan!”
They both came at the same time and it was one of the most glorious sensations she’d ever felt. Both of them letting go, the joy of it, the release of it, the unexpected connection of it.
It was only when he fell on top of her and nuzzled her neck that she repeated the words back. “I need you, too, my love. I need you, too.”
* * *
ETHAN
Nine months ago…
Dockyards
Masillia, Valleria
Dressed in casual clothes, Ethan wound his way through sky-high stacked shipping containers, Lorenzo and an RPS agent at his side. “Who are we meeting?”
“Some alumni from the MARC, along with a local worker.”
“And you’re sure they won’t mind my tagging along?”
Lorenzo instantly shot back. “I mind your tagging along, but I didn’t have a choice.”
Ethan sighed. His big brother didn’t like having a babysitter, for any reason, and they both knew that’s what he was. “Lorenzo.”
“You’re current military, so you’ll be fine. And don’t worry; they won’t hold you being a doctor, rather than a straight soldier, against you.”
Ethan huffed a laugh. “Good to know.”
One of the men, Peter as he was introduced, nodded as they approached. “Captain Low. Captain Santoro, or do you prefer Dr. Santoro?”
“Ethan, please, if you’re comfortable with it.”
“I’m afraid some of us won’t be comfortable with that.”
Ethan grinned. “I’d figured as much.”
Lorenzo leaned in and shook Peter’s hand, then pulled him in for a hug. “How are you, my friend?”
“Well, Captain.”
“Glad to hear it.”
