“Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as I asked and hooked her ankles together, pulling her body to mine. I lifted her by the arms and sank much deeper, generating a moan from both of us.
Her arms crossed behind my neck, and she let me hold her while I fucked her against the wall, her breath hot on my neck. Only this wasn’t fucking, was it? She’d said she might love me. And I was worried I might love her too, so what we were doing... it was something more now.
My hands were under her legs, supporting her as she arched into me. I wanted to make her feel good, to make her come. I’d heard her cry and scream in terror. Tonight, I was going to create memories filled with cries of pleasure.
Her hands grasped at me. Her legs were tight as a vise around my waist.
“I want to hear you come,” I breathed into her ear.
I ground my hips into her, hitting exactly where I needed to, and she threw her head back in response. A startled sound came from her lips, a cry loud enough that it was unmistakable what was happening.
Steam filled my body, and every one of her soft moans sent electric pleasure coursing through my limbs.
She was quaking in my arms, struggling to catch her breath when she resumed moving on me. Slow, deliberate. Laurel wanted control again.
I fully supported the idea. I carried her back toward the bed and lowered myself to sit while still inside her, one of her knees on either side of my lap. She lifted until I was barely inside her and then sank back down, painstakingly slow, until she was fully seated again.
I wanted to go faster, to go slower. Every synapse of my brain was firing, and the confusion of signals left me disorientated.
I cupped a hand to her cheek, brushed my thumb over her lips, and slowly dragged my fingertips down the soft skin of herneck. Down over her chest, her flat stomach, all the way to where we were joined. She was a drug to me, and every time I touched her the powerful effects were more addicting.
Her lips were tight against mine in a hurried kiss that changed, and her slow movements built in intensity, bringing my scattered thoughts into focus. I would make it last this time.
Didn’t want to ever stop.
The hand not stirring her abandoned her hip to trace up her spine and grip the back of her neck. She had her eyes closed, but when I broke off the kiss, they fluttered open to stare at me. They were full of passion, and need, and love. All the emotions I felt and couldn’t express in any way other than what we were doing.
Her fingers laced together behind my neck, and she continued to move on me, our gazes locked together. I was aching for release, for her. And too soon, it built until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Say it,” I asked.
She knew exactly what I meant. “I love you.”
And then I lost control, sending her right over the edge with me.
Pleasure burned through my body, leaving us both quivering. Her head lolled forward to rest on my shoulder, and I could feel her heart pounding through her chest, tight against mine, where my own heart was racing.
“If they haven’t found Frey, will you please go with Shawn?” I asked, struggling for breath.
“What?” Her head came up off my shoulder, and she gave me a hard look.
I took another breath, this one deeper. “After it’s over, as soon as he’s been captured, I’ll join you.”
Her eyes widened.
“I have to know you’re safe,” I continued. “I won't lose you again. As soon as I can, I’ll follow you.”
Her face was a mixture of confusion and excitement, but it soured with distrust. “Like you did to me on the helicopter?”
She had every right to be skeptical of my promise. “Things have changed since then.”
Like the fact that we were having this conversation naked. And I was still inside her.
“L, I don’t want us to be apart any more than you do.”
“Okay,” she said quickly. “I’ll go to Germany, and you’ll come when Frey’s either dead or in custody.”
