She moved her hands over his shoulders and down his back to cup his ass, pressing him closer until his cock nudged against her sex. “I want you, Grant. Now. Inside me.”
With his lips pressed against her neck, he chuckled, his chest vibrating against her breasts. “That wasn’t enough?”
“So good,” she breathed, her voice ragged. “Not nearly enough. Please,” she begged.
“I can never get enough of you,” he said and slid into her channel, slick with her juices.
He was so thick and hard, filling her, stretching her, making them one.
For a long moment, he remained fully seated inside her, letting her body adjust to him.
When she could stand it no more, she gripped his ass and moved him out and dragged him back in. “Faster,” she said against his cheek.
He pulled out and drove back in. Then he came up on his hands, leaned over her and dove even deeper, setting a steady rhythm, picking up speed until he pounded in and out, making the bed shake with every pass.
Tension built inside Avery, bringing her back to the edge.
Her hands on his buttocks could feel his body tightening, and it gave her a surge of power knowing she was bringing him along with her. That power sent her hurtling over the edge.
At the same time, Grant thrust hard and deep, sheathed to the hilt and held fast, his body jerking with his release, his breathing ragged like a marathon runner at the finish line.
As his cock pulsed inside her, Avery rocked her hips, milking her orgasm to the very last moment.
When Grant dropped down onto her, she didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe. If she died in that moment, she’d go with a smile on her face in the arms of the man she loved.
After a minute, Grant rolled to the side, taking her with him.
She rested her cheek against his chest, listening to the thundering beat of his heart as it eventually slowed.
She lay for a moment in a blissful state of exhaustion, memorizing every detail, every sensation in case she woke up in the morning and he was gone.
As she drifted into a peaceful sleep, she whispered against his skin, “I love you. I always have.”
Even if it was only in her dream, he whispered back, “I love you, too.”
Chapter 14
Grant woke to the sound of his cell phone’s pinging, indicating an incoming text.
Avery lay spooned in his arms, her naked backside against his front, his morning wood, nudging the soft curve of her buttocks. He couldn’t think of a better way to wake.
The ping sounded again, making him regret not setting it to the do-not-disturb mode.
He gently pulled his arm from beneath Avery’s cheek and rolled onto his back, reaching for his cell phone on the nightstand.
The text was from Swede. Grant opened the text and read.
“Who’s texting?” Avery asked, her voice gravelly with sleep. She rolled over to face him as he read Swede’s message.
“He got a match on facial recognition. You were right, the man who attacked us last night goes by the call sign Blade, aka Bobby Mars, aka Robert Martin.”
“Thought that was him,” she said and yawned, stretching her arms over her head. The sheet slipped down, exposing her beautiful breasts.
Grant struggled to focus on the rest of Swede’s message. “His search on the dark web for Talon and Ghost netted additional information. Apparently, Talon returned to his home country of Russia to work for one of the high-ranking oligarchs. Ghost hired on with a cartel out of Colombia.”
“That’s slightly reassuring,” Avery said. “Which means taking Blade off the streets means I’m less likely to be knocked off by a hitman than being run over by a bus.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for runaway buses.” Grant leaned over and kissed her cheek.
