“Yeah,” I murmured, biting my lip. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask the question that burned on the tip of my tongue. I felt so raw as it was.
“I’m not putting him in the ground.” His deep growl answered my unasked question. He always knew what was on my mind. “Truthfully, I’d like nothing more, but there’s too much heat. Too much of a paper trail, with the lawyers and police knowing the state of things.”
I nodded. I hadn’t really thought about that.
His palm rubbed over the whiskers on his chin. “As it is, with my contacts on the inside, his time behind bars will make him wish I’d ended him.” The dark intensity in his gaze had my heart pounding even though it wasn’t directed at me. “And he won’t be getting out.” He glowered. “Even on the off chance that ever happened, then I would fucking hunt him. I’d enjoy it.”
He leaned in close, his blue eyes glittering with intensity. “He’ll never lay a hand on you again. I swear to you.”
The irony didn’t escape me. Cal was a dangerous man. When required, a violent one too. But with him I’d experienced the most tenderness I’d ever known. With him I had a sense of peace that growing up, and in my life with Tim, always had been an arm’s reach of pain away.
I reached out to run my hand over his cheek, relishing the scratchiness of the few days’ worth of whiskers that had grown there. “I know you will,” I assured him.
He leaned in to take my mouth, his lips opening over mine as our tongues met in a delicious onslaught.
“I need you,” I rasped desperately, knowing we didn’t have much time before the kids got home. I needed him inside me. I needed him to consume me—something I’d been so afraid of when we first met and now couldn’t live without.
His low groan of approval had my whole body heating in response. He pulled the covers off that I’d buried myself under, his eyes raking over my form with such hunger, you’d think I were wearing sexy lingerie instead of yoga pants and a loose t-shirt.
He slid the thin material down my legs, his large hand palming my heat. “No panties,” he murmured with raw appreciation as his fingers toyed with me.
I was helpless to contain the raw cry of need that ripped up my throat. “Please,” I whimpered.
“You need me to take you, don’t you?” The feral rumble in his throat spurred my desperation into overdrive.
I nodded urgently.
“Tell me you need me,” he demanded.
I looked into his eyes, familiar but no less enthralled with the raw lust that shined back at me. There was nothing more gratifying than making him crazy, knowing he needed me in the same way I did him. “I need you,” I responded breathlessly as the sound of his zipper met my ears.
He moved over me still fully clothed, his muscular body enveloping mine. He braced his arms on either side of me, leaning down to nip at my neck. “You’re gonna get me,” he murmured a second before he slid inside me in one solid thrust.
We both moaned in response.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he moved inside me with delicious desperation. The headboard slammed on the wall as he took me hard—the way I needed it. The way I knew he craved it.
“So fucking sexy,” he growled, his lips against mine as our breath became one. “So fuckingmine.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Oh, God.” I cried out as he thrust deeper, hitting the spot that would take me over the edge in seconds.
His mouth moved to my neck, biting hard, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from me. It was enough to push me over the edge and I spiraled into one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had.
For a moment I was lost in sensation—panting for breath as my entire body ignited.
I distantly heard him groan and I came back to myself, not wanting to miss a moment of him losing all control. He abandoned any sense of rhythm as he lost himself in me. A second later, he groaned out his release, his throaty rumble the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.
He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting to keep him close to me. “Christ,” he rasped.
“Yeah,” I agreed with a serene smile.
For a moment we lay together, catching our breath as I held him inside me. He rubbed his whiskers along my neck, rumbling like a lion. His tongue licked the perspiration from my neck, moving to my ear.
He had different ways of marking me and I loved all of them equally.
I shivered, knowing that if the kids weren’t going to be home soon we’d be going again. I was ready. I could feel him beginning to swell inside me, and knew he was right there with me.
“Fuck,” he gritted out as he pulled out.
