Frankie gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, and her hips arched to meet each slow thrust. "I need more," she panted.
"We're getting there, darlin'," he replied. He withdrew and slammed into her. Soon he was thrusting with abandon. He lowered his head toward her neck. "You sure?" he asked one last time.
"Yes," she hissed, arching her neck for him.
With the invitation, Yaeger bit her, his teeth breaking the skin. What surprised him was when she returned the gesture and bit him in return, marking him as hers. A roar of pleasure ripped from him at that.
After the marking, their lovemaking became frenzied as they chased their mutual releases. "Come for me," he ordered as she hovered on the edge.
The command was all Frankie seemed to need to push her over, and she came with a scream. Her inner walls clenched around him, dragging him over with her.
Yaeger held himself above her as he came, then collapsed on top of her. He rolled so he wasn't crushing her beneath him and held her close for a minute. Then he got up. "Let me take care of this," he said, motioning to the condom. He discarded it, then returned, grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the sofa, and laid back down next to her. He covered them both up and pulled her close.
"You know, we could move to the bedroom. If I could move," Frankie murmured.
"But the fire feels nice."
"True, it does."
So let's stay here. Unless you'd be more comfortable on the bed. I could carry you."
"No, let's stay here. Here is nice and warm," she said sleepily.
"Get some rest, darlin'. Later I'll feed you," he chuckled and kissed her temple.
"M'kay," she mumbled and drifted off, safe in his arms.
Frankie awoke to a delicious aroma that had her stomach growling. She stretched under the blanket and realized Yaeger was no longer beside her. Sitting up, she spotted him in the kitchen at the stove. "Something smells good," she said, getting his attention.
"You're awake. Good, because dinner's almost done."
She stretched again, then snagged the shirt he'd left lying on the floor and tugged it on. All he wore at the stove was a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips.
"Can I help with anything?" she asked, padding over to him.
"You can set the table. Plates are in the cabinet there to your left."
She opened the cabinet and took down two plates. "So what are we going to do about the rogue?"
"Until we can figure out who it is, nothing."
"And if you find out who it is?"
"Take him out. He's already murdered two people. And he's stalking you. He's unstable."
Yaeger must have noticed she was shaking because he stopped what he was doing, came to her, and wrapped his arms around her. "Hey, it's okay. I'll keep you safe."
"I'm more worried about you than I am me," she admitted. "I don't know why he's so fixated on me."
"Have you looked in a mirror lately, darlin'? You're stunning. I don't think you know just how beautiful you are."
"Looks aren't everything, Yaeger."
"You've got a beautiful soul too, Frankie. Underneath all that sarcasm, that is."
"Ha ha, very funny. I wish he would find someone else to fixate on. I'm over it."
"I know, darlin', but we'll find him and make him stop. You'll see."
