“I can handle it.”
“Like hell you can.” She grabs the front of my shirt. “You want to protect me? Then take care of yourself. Because I can’t do this without you, and if you run yourself into the ground chasing shadows, Adrian wins.”
Something snaps inside me. All the frustration of the past twenty hours, all the fear and anger and helplessness, it all comes rushing to the surface.
I grab her face with both hands and crush my mouth against hers. She makes a surprised sound against my lips, but then she’s kissing me back just as fiercely. Her fingers tangle in my hair and tug hard, and I groan at the sting against my scalp.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. She falls onto the mattress with the intelligence reports scattering beneath her, and I follow her down without breaking the kiss. My shoulder screams in protest, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feel of her body beneath mine, the taste of her mouth, and the way her hands are already working at the buttons of my shirt.
She pushes the fabric off my shoulders and freezes when she sees the bandage. “Tony?—”
“It’s fine.” I capture her mouth again before she can argue. “I need this. I need you.”
Her resistance melts away. She pulls me closer and wraps her legs around my waist, and when she grinds against me, I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress. I rock against her instinctively. The friction makes us both gasp.
“Off,” she demands, tugging at my belt. “Everything off. Now.”
I kneel back long enough to strip off my remaining clothes while she wriggles out of her dress. No bra tonight. Just simple cotton underwear that I hook with my fingers and drag down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind me.
She’s beautiful spread out on the hotel bed with her blonde hair fanned across the pillows and her green eyes dark with want. Every time I see her like this, it takes my breath away.
“Stop staring,” she complains with a hint of impatience. “I believe I gave you an order.”
“Bossy.” I lean down and press an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh. “I like it.”
She squirms beneath me as I trail my mouth higher, taking my time despite her protests. I can smell her arousal, feel the heat radiating from her core, and it makes my cock throb with anticipation. But I’m not ready to give her what she wants yet. Not until she’s begging for it.
“Tony, please?—”
I silence her with my tongue, licking a broad stroke through her folds. She cries out and arches off the bed, and her fingers find my hair again and hold on tight. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her with featherlight pressure until she’s writhing against the sheets.
“More,” she gasps. “God, Tony, more.”
I give her what she wants. I seal my mouth over her clit and suck gently while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her lose control. She’s so wet, so ready for me, and the sounds she’s making are driving me out of my mind. Little whimpers and moans that go straight to my cock.
“You taste incredible,” I murmur against her flesh before returning to my task.
I work her with my fingers and tongue until her thighs start to tremble around my head. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps, and I can feel her inner walls fluttering around my fingers. She’s close. So close. I add a third finger and increase my pace, fucking her with my hand while I lap at her clit.
“Come for me,” I tell her. “Let go, Sasha.”
She shatters with a cry, and her body convulses. I keep licking, keep stroking, drawing out her pleasure until she’s pushing at my head, oversensitive and panting.
I kiss my way up her body, pausing to take one nipple into my mouth while I palm her other breast. She moans and drags her nails down my back, and the slight pain makes me hiss against her skin.
“Inside me,” she demands. “Now. I need to feel you.”
I position myself at her entrance and push forward slowly, watching her face as I stretch her open. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes flutter closed, and I have to hold still for a moment to keep from losing control. She feels like heaven. Hot and tight and perfect around me.
I start with slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in to the hilt. She meets every thrust with a roll of her hips, and the rhythm we find together is unhurried at first. Almost gentle. But that’s not what either of us needs tonight.
“Harder,” she pleads.
I brace my good arm against the mattress and give her what she’s asking for. The new angle makes her gasp with each thrust, and I can feel her tightening around me already. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her up further, and drive into her with everything I have.
“Yes,” she moans. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. The feel of her, the sounds she’s making, the way she’s looking up at me with those green eyes blown wide with pleasure—it’s consuming me like fire.
