She grinned, the look all sauce. “Oh yeah?” Moving carefully, she rose to sit on his abs, her legs on either side of his waist. “You have a great butt, Texas. Do all Texans have butts like yours?”
He reached up to play with her breasts, and her nipples sharpened instantly. The woman was beyond responsive. “I never looked.” His voice roughened, and his dick hardened. He tweaked both nipples just enough to add a bite of pain, and she gasped, pressing down on him. Yeah. He’d known she’d be a wildcat in bed. Now, if they could both just make it through the day without getting shot, stabbed, or bruised, maybe they could really play and have some fun. “You’re beautiful, Sami.”
She raised her butt up. “So are you.”
“Wait.” He reached for his jeans to grab a condom. “Any chance you found birth control pills in that bathroom?”
“No.” She smiled. “Even if I had, one month wouldn’t do it. It’s condoms for us.”
Yet what if he wanted to see a little guy with his eyes and her hair? Or her eyes and his hair? The idea that it might never be possible hit him like a sledgehammer to the gut.
She grasped the condom and ripped open the foil with her teeth. “You sure you’re ready?”
He grabbed her ass and fought a grin. “Yeah.”
“I’m not sure.” She scooted down and licked the tip of his cock.
Jesus. He almost lifted off the entire bed from raw pleasure. “Sami.”
“That’s me.” She grasped the base of his shaft and settled her mouth over him, pretty much killing him right then and there. The woman hummed, and he felt it in his balls. She played, taking him in her mouth, using her hands, until he was a sweating jumble of nerves.
“That’s it.” He grabbed her hair and tugged her mouth away from him. “Put on the condom.”
She pouted. “I’m not done.”
“Now.” He growled it, unable to stop himself.
Triumph lifted her lips, and she slowly, way too slowly, rolled the rubber down over him.
He grasped her hips, careful of her injury, and rolled her onto her back.
She chuckled and opened her legs.
He plunged in with one hard stroke to the hilt.
She stiffened and then sighed, her arms going around his upper torso. “Tace.” She leaned in and bit his shoulder.
Sparks of pleasure surrounded his dick along with impossibly wet and hot heat. He grasped her hip and started to move, shoving inside her, increasing the strength of his thrusts. Pillows fell to the floor. He pounded into her, hard and forceful, enjoying the bite of her nails in his skin. She gasped and her body tightened.
Oh yeah. She was there.
He altered the angle of his thrusts, hit her clit, and she clenched his dick so tight he saw stars. Waves pummeled through her body, transferred to his, and he shoved inside her and came hard.
They panted against each other, and he leaned back to kiss her, going deep.
Finally, he drew back.
Her pretty lips curved in a smile. “Sonowyou kiss me.”
He chuckled, and the perfectness of the moment shattered him. God, he couldn’t lose her. They had to find the cure.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I always thought love would be sweetness and daisies . . .not the abyss and raw need.
—Sami Steel
The closer they drew to Century City, the more difficult it became for Sami to breathe. They’d gone over the plan so many times during the day that she had it memorized in full. Yet now that the convoy had reached the nicer part of Los Angeles, or what used to be the nicer part, a panic attack threatened to steal her concentration.
