After a quick stop to grab my badge and gun, I checked in with a few people then walked from the PD.
When I finally made it home, Maia, who had been visiting with Ellie, was gone and the house was quiet. I dumped my keys on the counter and toed off my shoes. “Ellie?” I called. “Baby? Lilo?”
No one answered.
I made my way into the office but still no sign of her. My next movement was to the foot of the stairs. “Ellie?”
“In the bedroom.”
I stopped in the office to lock my gun and badge away then jogged up the stairs. “Ellie?” She was in the bedroom as she said. The room was dimply lit and smelled like strawberries and cream. When I came to a stop and leaned on the doorframe, Ellie slipped the robe from her shoulders and it puddled to the floor. She was naked and perfect.
My eyes travelled along her body—from her blonde hair and blue eyes, over where she’d been shot then downward.
Her skin aglow with the rays of a dying sun, but I could still see her every curve. I could still see the perfection of her body, the curve in her lips, the flow of her hair—my breath quickened.
My cock hardened.
“Where’s Lilo?” I asked.
“With his favorite star.” Ellie smiled shyly. “I told him we would come get him tomorrow and take him out for pancakes at a real restaurant.”
“I like that plan.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t have much time to get lingerie like I promise…” Her voice dipped sadly.
“Shhh.” I shook my head. “This is…”
She turned her back to me, braced her palms on the windowsill and arched her ass out. The sway of her hips hypnotized me. And as if I couldn’t control my feet, they carried me to her. I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned backward into my chest, curling her arms upward and around my neck. I nibbled on her shoulder, then hear ear.
“Is this your way of seducing me?” I dragged my palms up her ribs to her breasts.
“Is it working?”
I didn’t answer in words—instead, I shifted my hips to press my need of her against her ass. “What do you think?”
“Well…” She peeled from my arms, kissed me and walked over to the bed.
I watched the way she rested backward, keeping her eyes on me. How could I be so lucky? How could all of her belong to me? How could I be the man she wanted?
I stripped and crawled onto the bed. Bowing, I kissed from the very tips of her toes, up to her knees. Slowly, I passed my mouth against the soft, warm insides of her thighs then her abdomen. She sighed and caressed my shoulders and the back of my neck while I used my mouth to skim her skin.
When I was face to face with her, I stretched my body over hers and caught her lips with my own. The kiss was soft at first, as if she was trying to remember the things I could do to her body. I moaned and deepened it, plunging my tongue into the hot, warmth of her mouth and listened to the sounds she made.
“You’re so beautiful.” I dragged my mouth from hers, along her neck then to her breasts. I engulfed one nipple into my mouth, and her fingers found my hair.
We didn’t speak after that. I used my mouth to drive her insane, so much that she scraped my back with her nails. I didn’t mind the slight pain that pulsed through my body when she accidentally touched my wound.
When I finally sank into her, I roared like a beast, crazy for her. This time our lovemaking was different. It was the best I’d ever had because this time I knew she loved me. I framed her face, braced my elbows on the bed and while I drove into her, I made her look into my eyes.
“Tarek…”
“I’m here, baby.” I replied.
She smiled, arched upward into me and climaxed. Her legs wrapped around my hips with her heels pressing on my ass, trembled.
But I wasn’t satisfied with just one—I wanted her to fall apart in my arms over and over. I wanted to be imprinted on her. I wanted her to never think of another man again and if by chance she did, I wanted to ruin her for any other lover.
Her second orgasm blinded me. I held my breath, fighting to hold off, to give her more, to bring once more to the edge. She was stunning in the throes of passion. She licked her lips and they parted in a silent gasped as I flipped our bodies so she could tower over me