For an answer, she grabbed a pillow and yanked it against her mouth.
“Don’t think so.” He reached up and easily snatched the pillow free, tossing the silk over his shoulder.
He kissed her again, driving her up with his tongue until she was panting and begging. Then he stood, removed the rest of his clothing, and rolled on a condom he’d had in his wallet.
She watched him, her cheeks rosy, need in her eyes.
He grasped her arms and pulled her up, sitting, then settled her on his lap so she straddled him. “Told you we were going to finish this.” He lifted her, gently placing himself at her entrance, and let her work her way down to his thighs. He held her arms to help her balance. “Go slow,” he whispered, as her body slowly accepted him.
Defiance lit her eyes and she shoved down on him, gasping as her body trembled.
She winced.
“Told you.” He clasped her arms and lifted her, only to slam her back down. She threw back her head, elongating her graceful neck. Then he did it again.
She gasped and clawed her nails into his chest, starting to move on her own. He kept her on the edge, slowing her down just as she got close, until once again she was panting and working against him. Fire lanced down him, shooting through his balls. So he released his control and let her pound, helping her when they needed more speed.
Her body stiffened and she broke, gripping him with her internal walls so tightly that he saw stars. He exploded, shattering inside her, electricity racing down his spine as he jerked with the most powerful release he’d ever experienced.
She went soft against him, her face falling against his chest. “I think we were quiet.”
He chuckled, holding her tight. The woman had been much louder than she realized. “Then we’d better try again,” he rumbled, proceeding to do just that.
* * * *
With her body pleasantly sore after a wild time with Scott in her bed, Millie chose to ignore the other aches and pains from her various run-ins with shooters and explosives as she wandered down to the darkened kitchen to fetch a glass of water. She had woken up to a quiet house; hopefully everybody was asleep.
As she poured herself a glass, a figure on the front stoop caught her eye. The door was open with only the screen protecting the house from what appeared to be an oncoming storm. She padded barefoot to the front door, grateful she’d pulled on a pair of leggings and a tank top.
“Wolfe?” she asked, stepping outside.
He huddled on the front porch, his long legs extending all the way to the ground as he stared into the night. Her heart hurt for him. She pressed a hand to his shoulder and sat, adjusting her weight on the smooth concrete.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
The rain had drenched his hair and clothes as he’d apparently searched all night for Kat. “Just looking,” he murmured.
“No luck, huh?” she asked.
“None.” Palpable tension rolled off him, and in profile, tension turned his jaw rock hard. “I don’t know how I could have lost him.”
She stared into the night, barely making out the silhouettes of the boats by the river. The cloud cover had finally thinned and the moon valiantly tried to shine down, without much success. “He’s a smart cat,” she said lamely, trying to zero in on any sound besides the wind through the trees and the river lapping against the banks.
“He’s never been gone this long,” Wolfe said. “He doesn’t know this forest. You have everything from coyotes to owls out there, and they all would like to take a bite out of a cat.”
Millie rubbed her chest. How discouraging that they hadn’t found the cat by now. “Yeah, but he’s quick.”
“I shouldn’t have let him out,” Wolfe said. “Or maybe I should have pushed him out more. I don’t know. He spent so much time in my pocket and my house that maybe I let him get complacent.” He glanced at Millie. “I would never let you get complacent. We train all the time when you’re with the team.”
She’d learned some deadly moves from Wolfe. “Training with you is fun. I think you’ve been good with the cat.”
“Have I?” His voice remained low and tortured. Wolfe never raised his voice. He could be scary without adding one decibel to his rough tone. “I don’t know, Millie. I have a kid on the way. I can’t even take care of a cat. What if something happens to my kid?” His pain tightened the atmosphere around them.
Even though she wanted to cry at losing Kat, her heart warmed for him. “Listen, Wolfe, you’re going to make a great dad.”
“Am I? You don’t understand. I’ve wanted to lock Dana and this babe down since the first second I learned of the pregnancy. You know she’s in California with her family now, right?”
“Yes,” Millie said. “That just shows you don’t hold on too tight.”
