“Soon, I promise.” He kissed her again as he moved and settled himself between her legs.Soon, but not yet.Not until he had her stirring impatiently beneath him, not until her thighs parted even wider, urging him to take her.
He felt her fingers digging into the muscles across his shoulders. “Edge, please . . . I need you.”
He needed her, too. She had no idea how much.
He took care of protection, then returned to kissing her, arousing her all over again, at the same time working to hold himself back. His jaw clenched at the pleasure sweeping through him as he slid himself inside.
He tried to give her time to adjust to his size, the depth of his invasion, but his control was rapidly slipping. He had just started to move when her body tightened around him, her muscles contracted, and the first ripples of climax struck.
Determined to make it good for her, he increased his rhythm, moving deeper, faster, taking her harder. Skye came again, and he could no longer hold back. He’d wanted her too long, resisted his need for what seemed ages. Clenching his teeth, every muscle straining, he felt the rush, felt the all-consuming pleasure as he reached the powerful release he had craved for so long.
Seconds passed while his body lingered in the warm sweetness of hers. Finally, he came back to himself enough to lift his heavy weight off her. He took care of the condom and returned to settle beside her.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling her close. She nestled her cheek against his shoulder, and he felt her smile.
“Better than okay. Thank you for making this so easy.”
“The pleasure was all mine, believe me.” He was already hard again. He had wanted her for months. A whole night of lovemaking would only be a start.
She traced a finger through the dark whorls on his chest. “So . . . if I’m staying, I should probably get up and get settled in the guest room.”
Edge grinned. “Not a chance.” Kissing her again put an end to the subject. She was his for now, his for as long as this thing between them lasted, and he meant to enjoy every moment.
Tomorrow they would start the search for Daniel Henson.
There was no way to know what the future might bring or what danger he and Skye might be facing, but Edge would do everything in his power to protect her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
FAINT GRAY LIGHT SEEPED THROUGH THE CURTAINS OVER THE BIGglass windows in the bedroom. Skye had been awake for hours, thinking of last night and the huge mistake she had made.
She had known her feelings for Edge ran deep. She hadn’t understood that she was falling in love with him. Not until last night. She had never imagined how tender he could be, that he could make her feel as if she were the only woman in the world. As if she were a beautiful temptress he couldn’t resist.
Her leg didn’t seem to matter. She had never felt sexier or more appealing than when Edge made love to her. After the second time, she’d told him she was on the pill, and he had told her he’d just had a physical and been pronounced fit.
Skye had no doubt of that. The man had the body of a warrior. Hard-muscled shoulders, six-pack abs, mouth-watering biceps—she couldn’t get enough of him.
Without a condom, round three was even better than the first two times. Good Lord, she’d had no idea she was such a passionate woman.
As he lay curled around her spoon-fashion, she listened to his deep, even breathing, and almost smiled, would have if the truth weren’t so frightening. She was already more than half in love with him, and there was no way it would last.
Edge wasn’t into relationships. He wasn’t a one-woman man— at least not for long. She should have considered the consequences before she had thrown herself at him.
Not that Edge seemed to mind.
She felt him stir as he began to awaken, felt the thick ridge of his sex nudging her from behind. He wanted more of her, and as long as he did, she would give him what he wanted, give them both what they wanted.
Easing her legs apart, she encouraged him to take her, felt the glide of rigid heat as he slid himself inside. Soon work would intrude, her promise to Callie to find Daniel Henson and free Lila Ramirez.
In the meantime, Skye closed her eyes and felt the hot press of Edge’s mouth against the back of her neck, felt the sweep of pleasure as he adjusted her position and came up on his knees behind her. Skye picked up the rhythm he set, felt the surge of hungry need as their bodies moved in perfect unison toward the peak.
There was plenty of time, she told herself. The day was only getting started. Her problems could wait a little while longer.
* * *
Still wearing her fluffy, pink flowered robe, Skye sat at the breakfast table in front of her laptop on hour later, working on leads that might help her locate Daniel Henson.
She heard Edge’s footsteps approaching, felt his lips against the nape of her neck.
