He smoothed his hand down her stomach, his fingers rounding her hip where he slipped his palm between her and the mattress to cup her spectacular ass. Heart stuttering, he spread his fingers and drew her closer. His cock punched against the button fly of his jeans, threatening to toss a load if he didn’t do something to relieve the pressure soon.
She lifted her hips to grind against his hard-on, and the moan she unleashed destroyed his resolve to stop at a kiss. His hand came back around sliding to the waistband of her khakis, and popping the button, he coaxed the zipper south.
He rested his palm on the smooth expanse of exposed skin, the tips of his fingers toying with the elastic of her panties. Her flesh was hot, her kiss even hotter. She moaned again, grinding her mound into his hand.
Fuck. Was that an invitation? Chase broke the searing kiss and searched her face for an answer. Her lips were swollen, parted, and ready for his to come back and finish what he’d started. And he would’ve, except she had her eyes clamped shut, and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Poking the tip of her tongue out, Gray licked along the seam of her mouth, making Chase want that tongue to do something similar to him. Then after a deep breath, she opened her eyes and answered the question.
“Your hip bone is, ah, digging into my bruise.”
Damn it. Definitely not an invitation.
Message received.
Disappointed and maybe even a little bit relieved, Chase lifted his weight off her and let himself fall on the bed, his arm draped over her stomach.
When she tried to sit up, he tightened his grip and curled her body against his. To prevent any further attempts to run off and get herself killed, she’d be sleeping with her back to his chest tonight.
Worried about her hip, he gently caressed the raised swelling of her bruise. Based on the span of his hand, the size hadn’t changed from last night, but he wanted Doc to look at it when they got back to base anyway.
Another long day of driving. A vehicle change somewhere in New Mexico. And a sassy, sexy escape artist. What could go wrong? Answer—everything. Predictably unpredictable, Gray had the potential to set fire to his world.
He’d happily watch it burn if it were just the two of them.
It wasn’t, and he couldn’t. The lives of thousands of Americans were at stake, and even if she didn’t know how, she was connected to Wright. Keeping her alive and out of Bodak’s hands had to be his sole focus.
Tomorrow he needed to be on top of his game.
Tonight he needed to recharge his batteries.
Confident they were safe for the moment, and conscious of Gray’s cuts and bruises, he curled his arm around her waist and held her tight. Time passed, and the resistance flowed out of her until finally, there was no space between them. No point where his body ended and hers began. His heartbeat pushed the blood through her veins, and his breath filled her lungs. Her chest rising and falling in tandem with his, together, they teetered on the edge of sleep.
“Gray?”
“What?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a very light sleeper.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” She sighed and nestled her ass against his dick. “Kinda hard not to.”
Smiling into the darkness of her hair, he pressed a kiss to the back of her head.
Then he let sleep come.
Gray should’ve gonefor the gun. She didn’t know how to use it, but maybe Chase wouldn’t have noticed. Right. He noticed everything.Not to mention, she probably would’ve shot herself, and that would’ve been counterproductive.
Eyelids heavy, she closed them as he planted a kiss to the back of her head. Not long after, he went soft behind her, relaxing into the sleep of a man who fought a good fight and won. Damn him.
With a slow lick, she passed her tongue over her lips. Swollen and still on fire, the spark of his kiss lingered. She hadn’t wanted him to stop. Or rather, she did. She wasn’t sure. Her brain hadn’t been clear on the matter.
Her body, however? No confusion there. She wanted him—bad. And holy fuck, he had capable hands. The way he explored, his fingers trailing over her face, her neck, her breast. She’d wanted those fingers to go farther than the top of her panties.
Even now, with every square inch of him plastered against her, she ached for more. A deep throbbing pulsed in her core, demanding the relief only his cock could provide.
She wanted him inside of her. Fucking her. Dominating her. Owning her.
Oh God.She was losing ground, her resolve to get away from him as fast as possible growing weaker by the second. As his body heat settled around her like the comfort of a blanket, the boundaries of her flesh blurred.
