—Hugh Johnson, Brigade Notes and other shit on my mind
This was beyond insane, and Hugh didn’t give a care. He was inside Ellie Mae, and she was every bit as tight, hot, and delicious as he’d known she would be. For the first time in his life, he felt whole.
Now, that was crazy.
Her little body moved beneath his, urging him to get a move on.
Nope. Not this time. Oh, he’d give her faster than usual, but he was still going to destroy her mind. If he was going to lose himself in her, she was going to do the same thing. Plus, she just felt so fucking good.
He lowered his head and kissed her again, a long, deep, rich kiss that took any brain power he had and tossed it out of the steamy bathroom. The shower droned on, and he ignored the sound and the slightly chilling air.
Only her soft breaths and small gasps mattered. They filled him, pouring through his veins.
She tasted sweet and spicy and inherently female. She tasted like hope in a desperate world. More importantly, she tasted like…his. Like he would’ve known her instantly. “Are you sure, Ellie?” It was a silly question considering he was inside her, but he had to know. Needed to make sure and protect her. He had no choice.
“I’m sure.” She lifted her hands and ran her fingers deliciously through his soapy hair. A clump of soap landed on her collarbone, sliding across the small ridge. “Take anything you want, Hugh.” Her smile was filled with a siren’s edge. “I plan to.”
Then she tugged his hair. Erotic tingles lashed down his body to his balls, ramping up his heartbeat and heat.
Had he ever been so aroused? Slowly, he pulled out of her and then pushed back in.
The sound she made stole any control he’d thought he had. Soft little panting with honest need.
She wanted him and had no problem letting him know. He loved that about her. No games, no walls around her heart. She was sweet and smart and honest.
In truth, Ellie was fucking amazing. He had to make this good for her.
Beyond good. “You’re beautiful, Ellie Mae,” he murmured.
She raked her nails down his sides and grabbed his ass, turning him on enough he started moving faster. Plowing into her. All of a sudden, he went from thought to hunger. There was only Ellie Mae and right here and now. Fire flashed through him. They moved into a wild frenzy, kissing and caressing, their hands all over each other.
He felt eighteen again. Invincible. Desperate.
“Hugh,” she moaned. The sounds she made dug into his head, into his heart, planting deep. Her hands were driving him crazy. She clutched at him, rocking to meet his every thrust.
This was Ellie. That one simple thought nearly destroyed him. She was everything.
Tremors started around his cock. Thank God. She arched against him, elongating her neck, crying out his name. The orgasm rocked through her entire body, shaking her breasts against his chest.
Her internal walls gripped him tight.
He exploded, cupping her head and kissing her as deeply as he could, coming with her name on his lips.
Finally, they panted quietly against each other.
He couldn’t move. He might not ever move again. The shower continued, the steam abating, the room chilling. Finally, he lifted his head.
Her smile was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. Her eyes were a satisfied blue, and a lovely pink covered her cheeks. A blob of soap covered her right ear, and soap was spread all over her upper chest. His heart rolled right over.
“So,” she whispered, stretching against him. “What now?”
* * * *
Aches and pains—the yummy kind—ran through Ellie’s body as she exited the motel bathroom in the morning and stopped short at seeing what was left of the bed. The covers were all on the floor, and even the mattress looked cockeyed.
What a marathon of an evening.
She swallowed. Hugh had gone with Connor to brief the new security team, leaving her lounging in bed after a truly phenomenal night.
