“Not yet.” The fierce expression on his face commanded obedience. Somehow, shockingly, her impending orgasm paused. His fingers around her wrists were iron hard. His massive chest heaved as he caught his breath.
Good. He was as affected as she was. “Take off your shirt,” she said, trying to keep from begging for it. She wasn’t sure she was successful.
He yanked his shirt off and dropped it. Somewhere.
Smooth and hard, his chest made her salivate.
He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb across her needy nipple. Then he shoved up inside her farther, his hips controlling hers. She arched her back against her own wrists, losing herself in the vicious pleasure. He did it again, the glide of him inside her brushing nerves she’d forgotten about. Nerves that only Denver had ever owned. As if they belonged to him. She pulled against his hold, instinctively trying to release herself and find some control. Escape this hold he had on her.
One she’d forgotten was so damn intense.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said in a rough voice. “You’re safe.”
She was nowhere near safe, but at his low voice, she eased into his hold.
“There you go. Let me show you.” He moved, his hand sliding down to her hip, his strength easily allowing him to lift her to meet his thrusts. Her thoughts scattered, and her nerves focused on the devastating sensations spiraling out. He pinched her nipple, the rough pain pulling her deeper into his spell. His thrusts grew harder and faster, deeper inside her.
Her fears and concerns faded away, replaced by the hard cock inside her, the strength of the body surrounding her, the determined fingers on her breasts. There was a gentleness to him, a sweetness she’d barely glimpsed before. The rise to ecstasy was sharp and edged with pain, and yet she kept trying to climb. Finally, she caught on the edge, teetering before falling into nothingness.
“Go over,” he murmured, pinching her other nipple.
Lightning flashed hot and sharp up her spine and exploded in white-hot light in her head, flooding her body with a primal sensation so raw she actually screamed. He released her hands and grabbed her hips with both hands, hammering faster and deeper. Finally, he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, his powerful body shuddering with his own climax.
She slid both hands around his shoulders, kissing his salty neck. Her heart beat rapidly against his, and they both breathed quickly. She blinked but didn’t lift up, her entire body boneless. She’d wanted a release. What she’d gotten was so much more.
But what now?
CHAPTER
16
The early sun rose over the mountain across the lake as Denver sat in front of the fire, legs out, typing furiously on his laptop. He’d just upped the bid on the baby and had needed something else to occupy his mind. So he’d gone out and repaired the SUV as much as possible by covering the broken windows with plastic.
Now he was back inside searching through traffic camera footage in Snowville for the date Elton Cobb had visited Detective Malloy. Cobb had to be on camera somewhere. Denver’s search for plane tickets hadn’t found anything.
So Cobb had driven.
What did that mean? Was Madison’s new headquarters close to Snowville? If so, was Noni safe in Coeur d’Alene? Denver closed his eyes and used his enhanced hearing to check the area around the cabin. Snow falling, deer moving, wind rustling pine needles. No people. So far, nobody knew where they were. Could he keep her safe?
He heard her at the doorway before she moved into the room. Partially turning his head, he watched her carefully. After taking her on the sofa, he’d moved them into the bedroom, and they hadn’t gotten much sleep. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Every sigh, every moan, every cry had dug into his heart and planted hard. This morning she’d put on yoga pants and a thin green T-shirt, sans the bra. Her movements were slow and a little stilted, and he winced. “Too much?” Of course it had been too much. He’d barely let her catch her breath before taking her again. And then again.
“No.” She stepped barefoot across the thick rug and headed for the coffee in the kitchen. “But I no longer have a bra.”
He couldn’t see that as being a problem. “We can get you a new one.”
“Humph.” She poured herself a cup and turned, her dark hair a wild mass down her back. Her lips were swollen from his, and a slight whisker burn had pinkened her cheeks.
Probably her inner thighs, too. At the thought, his groin hardened. Possession flushed through him with a hard edge. How could he ever let her go again?
What about the baby? Noni had committed to being a mom. He had no clue what to do with a baby. With his life, anybody close to him was in danger. Until he took out Cobb and Madison. He shook his head, trying to dispel the onslaught of thoughts he couldn’t control. What was wrong with him? “There’s sugar in the cupboard above the coffee maker.”
She took a sip of it black, her gaze over the cup. “Why are you up so early?”
He lifted a shoulder. “A lot going on. I’m trying to track safe houses for the Kingdom Boys in town, trying to keep an eye on the FBI, and trying to monitor emergency frequencies just to make sure nobody has found me.”
Her eyes sharpened. “That’s a lot.”
“Yep.” He started to set the laptop to the side when a traffic cam near Malloy’s caught his eye. Three suited-up men in a truck, driving slowly. There was something wrong about them. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Heat coated his esophagus, and he lunged for his phone.
