“Down the hall.”
He lifts me like it’s nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the bedroom. We’re kissing the wholeway, desperate and clumsy, bumping into furniture without caring.
We make it to the bed and he lays me down carefully, eyes locked on mine the entire time. He works the buttons on my blouse as I fumble with his belt.
“Say yes, and I don’t stop.” His thumb presses my hip.
“Yes. Now hurry.”
He grins and kisses me again, slower this time. His hands slide my blouse off, then my bra, and when his mouth closes around my breast, I lean into him and utter a sound I don’t recognize.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin.
His mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach as his hands work my pants open. I lift my hips to help him, and suddenly, I’m in just my underwear, while he’s still half-dressed.
“Not fair,” I complain.
“I’ll catch up.” He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “Lift.”
I do, and then I’m naked as Tony kneels between my thighs.
“Stop staring,” I say, cheeks burning.
“Can’t help it.” His hands slide up my thighs, nudging them wider. “I’ve been imagining this since the wedding.”
“Then stop imagining and—oh.”
His mouth on me tears away the rest of the sentence. His tongue finds my clit with perfect pressure, and his fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me open for him.
I thread my fingers through his hair, not sure if I’m trying to pull him closer or push him away. He answers by sucking harder, and I cry out.
“Tony—”
“Let me hear you,” he says against me, then goes back to work.
His tongue circles and flicks, changing rhythm just when I start to adjust. When he slides two fingers inside me and curls them just right, pleasure slams through me so fast that I can barely breathe. My vision blurs at the edges. Every muscle in my body winds tighter.
“I’m going to?—”
Gunfire cracks outside—so close the sound punches the air out of my lungs.
The living room window explodes inward with a crash of shattering glass. More shots follow, rapid and close, tearing through the walls.
Tony moves instantly. He’s off the bed and grabbing me in one motion, pulling me naked off the mattress and toward the door. We hit the hallway as more bullets punch through the bedroom window.
“Stay low,” he orders, pushing me ahead of him toward the living room.
I’m too shocked to argue, and too exposed to do anything but follow his lead as he shoves me behind the couch. My bare knees scrape against the carpet as I duck, and Tony covers my body with his, one arm braced on the floor while the other reaches for his weapon. My body hasn’t caught up to what’s happening.I’m still wet, still throbbing, and on the edge of an orgasm that’s been replaced by sheer terror.
Glass continues to shower down from the living room windows. Bullets chew through furniture and walls. The couch we’re hiding behind shudders as rounds hit the other side.
“How many?” I ask.
“At least two shooters. Maybe more.” Tony returns fire through the broken window, his body still covering mine. “Stay down.”
“I’m naked.”
“I noticed. We’ll deal with that if we survive.”
