"I'm okay." I reach out and touch her face. Cup her jaw, brush my thumb across her cheekbone, feel the warmth of her skin beneath my palm. "I'm okay, Alexandra. It's done. You're protected. You're mine."
She moves.
I don't know who closes the distance first. Maybe both of us at the same time. But suddenly her hands are fisting in my jacket, and my hands are in her hair and our mouths crash together with all the desperate, frantic energy we've been holding back since the rescue.
This kiss is nothing like last night. Last night was soft. Tender. Two people too exhausted for anything more than comfort.
This isfire.
She pulls at my jacket and I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands find my shirt, yanking it from my waistband, sliding underneath to touch bare skin. Her palms are warm against my stomach, my ribs, tracing the edges of the bruise on my chest without pressing. Careful even in her urgency.
I walk her backward. She goes willingly, her mouth never leaving mine, her fingers working the buttons of my shirt. Her back hits the wall beside the kitchen counter and I press into her, pinning her there with my hips, letting her feel what she does to me.
"I almost lost you," she gasps against my mouth.
"I know."
"I sat in that room for hours thinking about what would happen if you didn't come."
"I came."
"I know." She pulls back just far enough to look at me. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, her lips already swollen from kissing. "I need you. Right now. I need to feel you."
I lift her.
Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, ankles locking at the small of my back. The shirt rides up her thighs, and I realize she's not wearing anything underneath. The knowledge has me instantly horny, blood rushing south so fast I see stars.
"You weren't wearing anything under my shirt," I growl against her neck.
"I was waiting for you."
"Fuck."
"That's the idea."
I pin her harder against the wall. One hand under her ass, holding her up. The other sliding between us, finding her pussy, discovering what I already suspected. She's wet. Soaking. Ready for me.
She moans when my fingers slide through her slit. Her head falls back against the wall, throat exposed, and I take advantage. My mouth finds her pulse point and I suck, hard enough to leave a mark, while my fingers circle her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Leone." My name comes out strangled. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Don't tease. Not now. I need you inside me."
I pull my hand away. She whimpers at the loss, but I'm already unbuckling my belt, shoving my pants down far enough to free myself. I'm so hard it hurts, aching for her, every nerve in my body screaming for contact.
I line myself up against her entrance. The head of my cock presses against her and we both shudder.
"Look at me," I tell her.
Her eyes find mine.
I push inside.
She cries out. Not pain. Pleasure. The sound of a woman being filled exactly how she needs to be filled. I don't stop until I'm buried to the hilt, her body gripping me like a vice, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my ear.
"God," she whispers. "Fuck, fuck… yes, don’t stop.”
