Aiden Devlin was very good at a lot of things in life. He was a damn master at this.
He knew my body much better than I ever would. That should’ve scared me, and sometimes alone in the darkness it did, but not right now. Definitely not right now.
His broad shoulders kept my legs wide, and he went at me, having me panting and begging much too fast. This time, he didn’t make me wait. The orgasm tore through me, head to toe, sending me into spasms of waves. I’m pretty sure I cried out his name. A couple of times. Maybe I panted it out. When I came down, he stood and yanked off his clothes, plucking me up to place on the rug in front of the fireplace.
There wasn’t a fire roaring, but we didn’t need one.
“You good?” He knelt between my legs, lifting my hips.
“Yes,” I whispered, more than good.
As always, he was gentle, making sure he didn’t hurt me. Taking way too much time, he finally embedded himself fully in me.
My heart swelled. It’s a silly expression, but it really felt like it. I reached up and cupped his face, pushing that thick dark hair away from his eyes. Vulnerability swamped me. It wasn’t safe to love like this.
Not even close.
It was also way too late to worry about it. He’d probably had my heart since he’d rescued me out of that cabin so many years ago. Definitely since he’d returned to town, all big and bad, with a sweet smile he reserved only for me.
“You’re safe, angel,” he rumbled, seeing right inside me as usual. Then he started to move.
Powering inside me, he lit my entire body back on fire. I forgot worries. I forgot the future. I might’ve forgotten my own name.
I hit the climax first, arching, as wires uncoiled in my abdomen. Whimpering when I came down, I grabbed his arms just as he followed me, his body shuddering. When he’d finished, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my nose before reaching over and dragging a plush blanket off the couch.
“Hold on.” He withdrew from me and my body jerked, protesting. Grinning, he slid the blanket on me before standing and starting a fire. Buck ass naked.
Aiden had a body made for firelight. Or moonlight. Or full sunlight. Hard and lean, he showed scars. A couple of knife wounds, a burn or two, and bullet wounds.
His job had never been safe.
Of course, I had a few scars of my own from being shot. Sometimes life gets odd.
I admired his muscles and ignored the scars as he piled more kindling on the fire and then lay back down, cuddling me close beneath the blanket. I stretched against him, bracketed by pure strength, and watched the fire light the logs. “When are you leaving?” I whispered.
He stroked a calloused hand down my arm. “Don’t know. The task force is heating up, and we’ve found two more warehouses with illegal or dangerous substances. More mushrooms for microdosing.”
I blinked. “That’s not an ATF issue.”
“No. But there’s a volatile residue created from the process that involves us, as well as some illegal weapons being used to protect the grows. Like I said, it’s a task force between several agencies with letters. I’d like to wrap up the dynamite investigation before leaving again, but I might have to finish that from somewhere else.”
I didn’t ask where. “Are you going undercover again?” It was tough not to hold my breath.
“Possibly.”
It took everything I had not to let my body shudder or my shoulders slump, even though they were pressed against his upper chest. I wiggled my butt against his groin, noting he was still half-hard. Would probably be fully there in a few minutes. Impressive. “Okay.”
He kissed my head. “That’s it? Okay?”
What else could there be? I was fully aware of his job when we’d moved in together. “Yeah. Just be careful. Don’t get shot.” Or stabbed. Or blown up.
“I won’t.” His brogue was deeper tonight. A bit darker. “You’re still okay with my job?”
Hell no. “Yes.” I’d gone into this with my eyes open. “I’m getting the feeling that this one is dangerous.”
“I have good backup.” So yes, it was dangerous.
“All right.” I accepted him as he was and chose not to delve too much into the future. He hadn’t proposed, and I wasn’t ready for marriage, anyway. But what if we got there? What if we had kids?
