I grinned, helping her get my clothes off at the same time I worked on hers.
“So mad that you just stranded me like that.”
I silenced her with a harder kiss, hurrying to reunite with her in the one way she seemed made for. Like a perfect fit, she seemed to be on this earth just to align with me.
“And when I realized it wouldn’t just be the two of us…”
I smiled as I picked her up and brought her to the couch. My pants sagged at my ankles. Her pants trailed behind at one of her shoes. That huge coat fluttered to the floor. One long tug on her T-shirt revealed more of her, but this would have to be it.
I needed her too badly.
I lusted for her with every fiber of my being.
As I sat, I made sure she stayed on my lap, straddling me.
Her wet pussy rubbed along my erection, and I gripped her hips.
“We will talk,” I promised.
She nodded as she lifted up to line herself with me. “After,” she agreed hastily, just as rushed to fuck.
“After,” I said, bracing for the sweet perfection of her sinking down on me and gloving me so snug. Inch by inch, she impaled herself on me. We moaned in unison as she lowered all the way, pulling me into her tight, slick heat.
“Oh, fuck.” I welcomed her quick rolling thrusts as she bounced on my dick. “You’re still my good girl.”
“Mmm.” She hummed in agreement before kissing me.
Mine.However long it took us to argue and battle our way to any agreement and truce, it would be worth it. Because in the end, she would be my good girl. My partner. Just mine.
“Ride me, Sadie.” I threaded my fingers through her short, glossy hair, gripping it tightly. “Ride me and come for me like a good girl.”
She panted, moving faster as she chased that high. And it came all too soon. Our reunion wasn’t a long and slow one. Because under the clench of her pussy around my dick, she triggered me to come as well.
I pulled her head toward me and silenced the roar that built in my chest by sealing my lips over hers. Desperate to ensure I’d shot every drop of my cum deep inside her, I held her close and vowed to never, ever let her think I’d walk away again.
We would argue. She’d be difficult. But like this, we would always reach a middle ground of heeding this unstoppable desire that locked us together.
Coming down from the high of my orgasm, I wondered if maybe it was love, after all.
20
SADIE
Now that I had found Emil and I was with him again, I had to reconfigure how I would approach this connection between us. Before, in Cozumel, it was crystal clear how things would work between us. He was my kidnapper—ironically, when I had been chasing him—and I was the captive. That was the beginning of what brought us together. How easily I came and how deeply I wanted him was just part of the magic between us. It felt fated to be with him, intimately and on the run, but he’d put an end to it.
This time, in this apartment in the city, I wasn’t thrust into the same scenario. Sure, he was controlling, but it seemed like it had gotten through his thick head that he wasn’t the only one in charge here.
Here, as we slept together in the bed in the furnished bedroom—a surprise to both of us since he’d been under the assumption that this place was shabby and in need of work—we were more like a strange pair of partners against a bigger evil.
I was still the enemy to his family for having been an agent.
He was still the opponent as the man who might be responsible for my baby being targeted by other criminals.
Deciding whether my association with him was a risk or a benefit would have to wait.
Instead of talking, like wereallyneeded to, about so many details and questions, I slept.
I was sure that he rested too. Each time I came to in the big bed, he was still there, either watching me or sleeping himself.
