Gently, he laid her down, and her heart squeezed.
She was in so much trouble. How was she ever going to leave when this ended? When the threat was over and she returned to her life, how would she go on without him?
He braced his body over her, his stare locked on hers. She parted her thighs, angling her body to receive him. Letting out a groan, he lined up his condom-covered cock with her entrance, and in one hard shove, filled her.
At the same moment, he slammed his mouth over hers, taking her cry.
Her entire body arched up to meet him, and he stilled over her, buried deep. Every inch of him filled her—stretched her. And she couldn’t even find air.
He pressed his forehead to hers, not moving, just letting everything build between them. In that moment, the stillness was worse than anything else because it meant Rome felt it too.
Then he moved.
A long, deep thrust left them both shuddering, and on his withdrawal, they shared a moan. He pushed back in with a patience that bordered on cruel when her body wanted more, more, more.
He braced his arms around her, his body surrounding her, and watched her face with an intensity that left her breathless. Because he watched her like she was the only thing in the world.
“Rome. Oh god, Rome.” She moaned again, rocking into his next thrust and his next. Every move sent electric sparks to her core. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and held on.
He latched on to her hip, pulling her up into him with each jerk of his hips. “You feel so damn good. I can’t get enough.”
His jaw was locked, the tendon in the crease bulging with the effort of holding back.
She had to feel every inch of him and let her hands roam, memorizing all the velvety steel of his body. Then she arched upward and kissed him.
His deep rumble of response vibrated through her chest. Her nipples ached. Her pussy gripped at his length as he withdrew once more.
As she explored his body, she skimmed over raised scars and a flatter circular area on his side.
She paused over it, tracing the circle and terrified of what had put that mark there.
His eyes burned into hers. “Bullet,” he answered as if knowing the question before she ever asked.
Fingers convulsing over the scar, she buried her face against his neck. He was in danger every single day. He faced things she couldn’t even imagine.
“I hate that I let myself care about a man who can go and get himself killed.” Her outburst made him freeze with his cock deep inside her.
He captured her stare. “I don’t know if I should be touched that you care or offended that you think I’m bad enough at what I do I’ll get myself killed.”
She thumped a hand on his shoulder. “You’re so cocky.”
“Confident. Now that I know you care…I’m confident on both counts.”
Emotions warred inside her. She searched his eyes for a beat and a throaty laugh burst out of her.
“We can’t even have sex without an argu—ahh!” Her words ended in a sharp cry as he withdrew and plunged inside her again.
The dark need built to a loud storm, a tight, coiling pressure that started low and spread outward—and she couldn’t control the sounds she made if she tried.
She cried out as the first wave of ecstasy struck, and Rome was right behind, curling around her with a growl that pierced her heart.
Her breaths came in wrecked rasps, and she realized he was whispering her name over and over in her ear as he came down from his high.
She turned her face into his neck and tried to remember how breathing worked.
He made a sound low in his throat and slipped his hands beneath her, cradling her so close that there was no separation from where her body began and his body ended.
She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him, with a deliberation that had nothing to do with the physical and everything to do with the rest.
