Her knees buckled, and he easily held her in place. “Completely,” she whispered into the steam, her gaze on the damp tile. “You told me that you liked all of me. The soldier, the fighter, the hacker.”
“And the woman. Definitely the sweet woman,” he whispered against her ear, licking along the shell.
Her breath panted out, and she fought to concentrate. His talented fingers ran over her labia, tapping across her clit. She shook her head, and her vision fuzzed. “I like all of you, too.”
“Yeah?” He drew the shell of her ear into his mouth.
She bit back a moan. “Yeah. The good ole boy, the Texas lawman, the guy who loved his mama.”
“That’s me.” He tilted her head to the side and scraped his teeth down the side of her face to her jawline.
“That’s part of you,” she breathed. “I like the soldier, the man who’d kill in a second for me, just as much.”
He paused, his lips at her jugular. “You do?”
“I love the darkness as much as the light,” she whispered. “All of you—I want it all.”
He opened the door and grabbed something off the nearest countertop. Something crinkled—a condom. He flipped her around, his hands rough as he lifted her, his face near hers. “Then take all of me.” He bent his knees, pressed between her legs, and stood up, impaling her.
She gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders, holding tight. He filled her completely, all of him in all of her. Tears filled her eyes, but even through the haze, his blazing blue eyes claimed her.
Her breath panted out, and her body rioted, overtaken. Pain and pleasure melded together until she couldn’t tell them apart and didn’t want to give either up. Her nails dug into his skin, and he lowered his chin, all man. His hand spread across her ass, holding her in place, and he started to move. Deep and strong, he stroked inside her.
She cupped his jaw with one hand, the bristles scratching her skin. His hard face showed the rugged strength of his ancestors, those Texas settlers, and she could see the men who’d come before him. Who’d created him. She could see their power—their darkness and their light. Scorpius might have brought out part of his nature, but she’d bet everything the darkness had always been there. This male side of him that he’d tried to fight, that he’d tried to hide . . . was hers. “I love you,” she murmured.
His eyes devoured her. “There’s no going back, Sami.”
“I don’t want to go back.” She held him tighter, feeling safe in his hands. He’d never drop her. “You said it. It’s you and me. Forever.”
He swelled even bigger inside her. “Hold on.” Dropping to his knees, he kept her in place, partially bending over her.
She gasped as electricity uncoiled inside her. In this position, he could go so deep inside her she’d feel him forever. He held her neck and her butt, using his knees for leverage and hammering hard.
He buried his head in her hair, holding on, increasing the strength of his thrusts.
She closed her eyes, feeling him everywhere—inside her—all around her. Her world narrowed and expanded to only Tace Justice, and for a moment, a perfect slice of time, the world was right.
Then she exploded and screamed his name, the waves of raw pleasure ripping through her so completely she rode them for what seemed like forever and then ended on a sob.
He came against her, his powerful body shuddering.
Then he got up and kissed her so sweetly everything inside her settled.
The water pounded around them, while steam blanketed them. She blinked, allowing reality to return. God. She had to save him.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Even the blood of the warriors from times gone byeventually slowed and stopped. Damn it.
—Tace Justice
Sami inched her way to the command center, her body thrumming and her heart aching. The night had been spectacular, and the bed perfectly soft and new, but she could tell Tace’s head hurt in the morning. His eyes were bloodshot, and his jaw tight in pain. He’d have another attack soon, and unless she found the right enzyme for him, he might not survive.
First she had orders to finish decrypting the files in the command center, and then she could return to the medical center. Tace had already headed to the infirmary to check on his patients.
So she cleared her mind and ignored the delicious tingles still taking over her body. Tace Justice knew how to spend time in a good bed. In a shower. On the floor. Hell, on a table. She grinned and tried to keep her face from flushing.
“You okay?” Raze asked from his guard position, a scowl marring his handsome face. With his “about to go into battle” expression, he looked every inch the Native American warrior he would’ve been in earlier times.
