“Your pussy’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt.” He adjusted his angle until the head of his cock rubbed her in just the right spot.
Heknewit was the right spot because she cried out, fell back against the blanket, and let her eyes roll back in her head.
“Come on, babe,” he coaxed as the scent of sex filled his nostrils. “Come with me, Alex.” He could feel the telltale ache at the base of his dick.
He tried sneaking a hand between them so he could thumb her little clit and speed her along. But she growled low in the back of her throat, locked her heels behind his knees, and slammed her hips against his hard-riding cock.
“Fuck!” he gasped. “I’m gonna—”
The rest of his words strangled in his throat because right at that moment, her body began to suck greedily at his dick. She screamed his name and her release triggered his own.
It was unlike anything he’d experienced before.Shewas unlike any other woman.
She was sweeter. Hotter. Sexier.
His orgasm was so intense he wasn’t sure he hadn’t blown the head off his dick. And it lasted forever. Pulse after pulse. Spasm after spasm. Contraction after contraction. The pleasure just went on and on andon.
By the time he collapsed on top of her, he was completely, utterly, thoroughly wrung dry. His throat was a desert. He’d come all the moisture from his body, and he couldn’t see. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
And yet…some small speck of his mind remained.
It told him he was crushing her. But he didn’t want to leave her. Didn’t want to lose that connection.
So he slipped a hand beneath her and took her with him when he rolled onto his back. She lay atop him, warm and soft and totally languorous, their bodies still gloriously joined.
It felt amazing. Real.Right.
He had no concept of time, so he wasn’t sure how much passed before she patted his chest and said breathily, “I’m officially no longer a virgin.”
“Fuck no you aren’t.” He chuckled, thinking there may have never been another woman in the history of the world who’d been so completely and so thoroughly devirginized.
She smiled. He could feel the curve of her cheek move against his heart. That heart that had fallen for her even though he’d tried his best not to let it.
“Thank you,” she whispered. Then he thought she let out a little snore.
Ducking his chin, he smoothed the hair from her brow.
Sure enough. She was flat-out asleep. Just like that.
He wasn’t sure if he should take that as a compliment or an insult.
Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her close. He pretended they could be this way forever. He pretended she was truly his.
Chapter 23
2:53 p.m.
“Mason and his buddies deserve everything they have coming for what they did to your family and my men.” The American stared hard at Izad. “But there are two women and one old man on that island too. They haven’t done jack shit to anyone. Y’all ready to kill them too? The only way this plan works is if we leave no witnesses behind. I don’t want you or your men getting cold feet when faced with the eyes of an innocent.”
“Strange you did not mention this to Kazem before he left. The women were part of the equation then too.” Izad matched the American’s hard stare and even harder tone, even though saying his son’s name left a bitter residue on his tongue and made his heart ache so badly, he nearly collapsed from the pain.
Truly, the only thing that kept him on his feet was the thought that hemustprevail where Kazem had failed. All of this loss and death and pain couldn’t be for naught. It had tomeansomething. Izad had to see it through and make certain of that.
“Kazem was young and idealistic,” the American countered. “He didn’t understand it’s the collateral damage that sticks in a man’s mind long after the mission is over. Butyouunderstand. And I’m assuming your men understand too.” He waved a hand to include the four remaining members of Izad’s security detail. They were gathered around the hotel suite’s dining table, studying the maps of Wayfarer Island the American had downloaded from a government website of federal land-lease deals.
“Everyone here is an experienced soldier or sailor,” the American continued. “That can workagainstus in this situation.”
“They know the difference between revenge and vengeance,” Izad assured him. “Revenge is equitable. But vengeance? Vengeance means killing the enemy no matter the cost. When they followed me here, they understood this was a mission of vengeance. They will not falter.”
