“Fuck, I missed these.”
She smirks, and then groans when my hand moves down between her legs and I glide my finger over that bundle of nerves that’s already hard and begging for my attention.
“You’re already fucking wet, baby.”
“One look at you was all it took,” she says. “I’ve been a quivering mess all night.”
With a growl, I spread her thighs wide and lower my face to her, lapping from her entrance to her clit and back down again. Fucking her with my tongue has never tasted so goddamn amazing.
“Gideon.” Her hands dive into my hair and fist there, pulling me closer as I lick and nibble. Two fingers join the party, and her back arches up beautifully.
“I want you to soak my face, Rebel.” I pull her clit into my mouth and suck, and she comes apart, her pussy squeezing my fingers.
Before she can come down from the high, I cover her and push inside that wet heat, groaning as I tip my forehead to hers.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her arms circle my neck, her legs hitch up on my thighs, and I’m buried balls deep, afraid to move.
“I love you too, big guy,” she whispers against my lips, and that’s all it takes for me to start thrusting hard and fast, unable to get enough of her.
“You’re so damn perfect.” I’m hammering into her, unable to be gentle. “Christ, I missed you.”
She moans, and I know she’s almost there.
“You’re going to give me another one, Rebel.” I bite her neck, and she clenches down on me. “Come on, gorgeous, come on my cock.”
“Oh shit!”
She takes me with her. I’m unable to hold back, and I come inside her, filling her until I’m leaking out of her, and then I pull out and walk into the bathroom to fetch a warm cloth to clean her up.
When I pull her into my arms again, she lays her head on my chest and ghosts her fingers through my chest hair.
“Can we go home tonight?” she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me. “Can’t we justgo?”
Dragging my fingers down her cheek, I smile at her. “I can make some calls, but it’s past midnight. Let me make love to you for the rest of the night, and we’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
Lena smiles softly. “That sounds like a good compromise to me.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Lena
“You’re home!” Willow comes running from the kitchen, her arms outstretched, but Ryker got to me first and has me in a hard hug that makes it hard to breathe. “Oh, thank God you’re home.”
She doesn’t pull me away from her husband—she just wraps her arms around both of us and squeezes.
“Gid, get in here,” Willow says, and then I’m in the middle of a James family group hug.
It’s so fucking nice.
“I’m so glad you’re finally home,” Willow says. “We have so much to talk about and so many things to do. Now that you’re not in jail here at the ranch—”
“She was never in jail,” Gideon says with a scowl.
“—we can go shopping in Missoula, and we can go to Seattle to watch Aiden play. We’re going next week.”
I grin up at Gideon, whose eyes are soft and pinned to me. I spent the whole flight in his lap. We had to take the private jet for security purposes, and he held me all day.
