“Oh, God.” I rolled onto my toes, every inch of my body shaking. He pumped the thick digit several times before pushing his cockhead against my dark hole.
The tingling sensations from before were even more intense. With slow precision, he pushed in an inch at a time. I was stiff, barely breathing. Every vibration remained electric, yet the flash of discomfort was raw and real. Still, I didn’t want him to stop.
He had no intention, gripping my hips while rolling onto the balls of his feet. The lightheaded feeling lingered as he thrust the remaining inches inside. With a dark growl, he kept the hold while he pressed kisses against the nape of my neck. The bite was as possessive as the man.
I wiggled back and forth until his cock was fully seated inside. The tingling remnants of pain quickly washed into pure euphoria. Then for the next few minutes, we rocked together, our bodies almost becoming one.
In experiencing sheer passion, the blindness to everything else was as powerful as the moment. We moved together, the sounds as he thrust into me sweet music.
My breathing remained labored, thinking an impossibility, but every sensation was exactly what I needed. The closeness was even more special. There was no way of knowing how long his stamina would last, but I sensed the moment he was losing control. With a squeeze of my muscles, I disobeyed him perhaps for the last time.
I took control of the moment, my disobedience rewarded when his entire body tensed seconds before he erupted deep inside.
The moment his body collapsed over mine, the explosive lust from before shifted into a feeling of comfort as well as safety.
There was nowhere else I’d rather be than in his arms.
But all I could think about were the monsters determined to tear us apart.
CHAPTER 24
Montgomery
A carpet picnic.
That’s what Fleur had called the strange but filling feast we’d shared over a slightly damp towel. Only we weren’t on the filthy carpet and there was no picnic basket. Just bags of muffins and cookies, hunks of cheese and potato chips, all items Tilly had provided. It was food that I would never have thought of choosing, yet once we’d started our strange feast, I’d felt ravenous, devouring every bite.
Fleur had taken to calling our adventure a road trip, which was her way of protecting herself from what was really happening.
“I’m glad to see you eat,” she said in her soft, thoughtful voice. “You enjoyed the food more than I thought you would.”
“And why are saying it like that?”
As soon as she leaned closer, I had the urge to kiss her slightly swollen lips all over again. She’d managed to surprise me in theshower, something that rarely happened. I’d allowed my guard to fall when the shield needed to be solid as steel. I wouldn’t put anything past two fucking groups of Russians forging a revenge-tainted bond.
While I had no idea of how many men each group employed or how many connections they had willing to do their bidding, remaining off the grid was vital to our survival.
Her gesture tentative, she reached out, darting the tip of her finger just under my bottom lip. After being able to focus, I noticed she had a smear of chocolate on her finger. Within thinking, I pulled it into my mouth, sucking with enough pressure my cheeks collapsed.
The silly gesture brought a slight laugh. I’d feared I’d never hear the sound again.
“You are such a bad boy, a startlingly delicious surprise. You even have a sense of humor. And the reason is that you’re a meat and potatoes man. Easy to see.”
When I pulled her finger free, the tiny pop made her eyes go wide. “Oh, you think so, huh?”
“I know so. You can’t fool me with anything. Filet mignon, extra rare or in the restaurant business you’d call it show it the fire. A baked potato with a hint of butter and sour cream, but with a lot of bacon bits. You couldn’t care less about a salad and as far as seafood, you’ll go for a lobster tail as long as it’s perfectly cooked, succulent and juicy. You don’t know what vegetables are, but pizza will do for breakfast. What I haven’t figured out yet is whether you like Cajun food.”
“With a grandmother into black magic? How could you ask that question?”
“I love Cajun food. Maybe you’ll consider taking me to the best Cajun restaurant in New Orleans.”
“That would be the family restaurant. Five stars, baby.”
We laughed together until her smile fell and she looked toward the closed drapes. “I keep forgetting this isn’t an adventure. We’re not on vacation. We’re not eloping. We’re not even touring the countryside. We’re hiding. Speaking of which.” She turned her head to face me, real concern on her face. “Should we hide our identities?”
“You mean more than we already are?”
“Duh. All we did was unplug from the world, nothing more. I’m talking about disguises.”
