Her body tensed, and she breathed out. Shit. He held tight to his control, keeping still. Hurting her wasn’t an option. Darkness drew down over his vision. He needed her. Now. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice sounded pained, and her internal muscles clamped down hard.
With her sex all around him, holding him in, he nearly lost his mind. Heaven. All around him, caressing him. “You sure?” His voice sounded like he’d eaten glass.
“Yes.” She locked her ankles behind his back as if to keep him with her. “Please don’t stop.”
Thank God. He thrust into her, driving as deep as possible. The woman was tight and slick around him, and he took advantage, hammering forcefully out and back in. The physical pleasure was incredible, and yet nothing compared to the rawness of the emotion. The purity of it. She spurred him on with gasps, her fingers, and soft words.
Her thighs trembled against him and then tightened. Her entire body seemed to quiver. Her climax hit, and she cried out, shutting her eyes. Her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his cock.
Holy hell.
He shut his eyes just to feel, letting the sound of her gasps fill him. Her muscles vibrated, and he let himself go, pumping hard into her. Electricity danced down his spine to land in his balls, and he exploded. The orgasm took him, every bit of him, and wrenched him quiet. God. He stopped shuddering and all but rested against her, his muscles weak.
“Amazing,” she murmured, caressing his back and shoulders with a soft touch.
So soft.
He couldn’t lose her. She had to survive and live, be happy. He lifted his head, feeling like he could sleep for hours. “Amazing, baby.”
She stretched, and a small smile played around her slightly swollen mouth. “You’ve ruined me for all other men.”
He chuckled, but the words slammed into his gut. Anya and another man? Oh, hell to the no. He’d had plenty of women through his life, and he’d never had a problem leaving. Pleasure wasn’t new to him . . . but this was. Only this woman. He pressed a kiss to her mouth, naturally going deep when she accepted him. Her hum of pleasure whipped through him, and his dick started to harden again.
She broke free, breathing rapidly. Her eyes rounded. “Are you a machine or what?”
“Nope.” He grinned and nipped her cute nose. “You do that to me.”
Pleasure spread across her face. “I do, huh?” She wiggled wetness against him, and he hardened completely. “Look at me, all flush with power.”
“Hmmm.” He pressed her into the bed. “Power, huh? You might want to watch the attitude, or I’ll make you beg.” He was teasing, but interest leaped into her eyes.
She levered up and sank her teeth into his bottom lip before dropping back down. “I do love a good threat.”
Oh, she was asking for it. But he gave her a smile instead, determined to be careful with her. She deserved everything sweet in life. Even so, he grasped her hands and flattened them beneath his on the bed. The ring on her finger slid against his, and he caught himself. His ring. Her finger. His woman. “Keep your hands here.”
She grinned. “I could go another round.”
So could he. Problem was, he wasn’t sure he could stop at one. Then she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest, and he forgot all about thinking.
CHAPTER
28
Anya dropped a blue file folder into the tallest cabinet, humming softly to herself. “Whoever organized these files for the move might’ve had OCD.”
Zara laughed from across the wide room. “That would be me. I love organizing.”
To each her own. Anya grinned at her new friend and surveyed the open floor plan of the fake office. Desks and chairs made up the space, set at different angles through the area. There were no individual offices, but the layout still seemed cozy. Maybe it was because the reception area held plush chairs right next to a television and a sofa.
If it were a real office, it’d be an awesome place to work.
Wide windows fronted the quiet, snowy street, and Heath had somehow managed to place her desk out of any line of fire. Apparently he really did think the killer would take a shot. He wouldn’t. The guy had a ritual he had to follow. Anya noted that Zara’s desk was also in a safe zone.
Zara moved toward a small kitchen area in the back.
Denver walked into the room from a side entry that led up to the fake apartment, which took up the entire second floor. “Heath is almost finished with the surveillance equipment upstairs, and Ryker is checking all the cameras outside.”
