Her eyes had widened with understanding. “Are you ready now, my love? To claim a future with me?”
He was.
He was finally brave enough.
Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers.
Their kiss started slow and deep, but the desperation building in him seemed to be matched by her, because soon they were clutching at one another.
Hiro pulled away, breathing heavily. “Do you like this house?”
Her lips had found his throat. “I love it,” she murmured against his skin.
He was already unbuttoning her coat. “Let’s buy it. We can use this as our home when we’re in the area. Not bother our families.”
“Yes!” she gasped, her hands reaching for his belt. “Perfect. In between our travels?”
He could only groan in agreement when her small hand snuck inside his trousers. “Buy it—” he managed.
“I’ve already told the agent I’ll take it,” she confessed while stroking him. “Ideal for us, really.”
It was theirs already, then?
“Better make certain—” He broke off with a moan, then bent to pick her up, ready to be deep inside her. “Better make certain we like the bed.”
She was laughing as he stalked for the bedroom.
As Hiro carried Amanda into the quaint little room that would be theirs, a sense ofrightnessfilled him. The room was small, yes, but it was perfect for their needs. After years of traveling, living out of trunks and bags and sometimes only what they could carry… After years of stealing moments together in cramped hotel rooms and tents and dilapidated shacks…this space felt like a sanctuary.
A large window allowed the weak winter sunlight to filter in, casting a warm glow over the wooden floors and simple furnishings. The hearth on the wall was the backside of the larger one in the main room, and would easily keep the place warm when lit. The bed, tucked into the corner, was neatly made with a thick quilt that promised warmth and comfort.
Their future was ready for them.Waiting.
He set Amanda down gently, their breaths mixing in anticipation. The heat between them was enough to ward off the early January chill that seeped through the window. They shed their outerwear with a sense of frantic determinedness, coats tossed aside, scarves unwound and dropped to the floor. Hiro’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his eyes never leaving Amanda as she yanked the pins from her head so her hair cascaded down in tousled waves.
The way she knew he loved.
The room, though small, seemed to echo with their hurried breaths and the rustle of fabric as they undressed. Here, they didn’t have to hide their love, silence their pleasure. Here, they could beeverything.
Hiro’s heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of anticipation. He stepped out of his smalls, leaving them in a heap on the floor beside his trousers, and reached for Amanda, pulling her into his arms. Her skin was warm against his, her curves fitting perfectly against his body.
There was no time for foreplay, no need for the slow, teasing touches they usually indulged in. This was about consummating their love, their future together, in the home that would be theirs. Hiro’s mouth found Amanda’s, their kiss desperate and hungry. His hands roamed over her body, rediscovering every familiar curve and line. When his hand slid between her legs, he found her already slick with need, her body ready for him.
He groaned into her mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire. Amanda’s hips pressed against his hand, seeking more of his touch. But Hiro needed to be inside her, needed to feel her wrapped around him, claiming him as he claimed her.
Forever.
He guided her towards the bed, their lips never breaking contact. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, the quilt billowing up around them. It wasn’t the first—or even the seventy-third!—time they’d made love in a strange bed, butthisbed would be theirs, this home would be theirs.
They would have a place!
Hiro settled between Amanda’s thighs, her legs wrapping around his hips, urging him on. He could feel her heat, her desperation, matching his own. No time for languid stroking, no time for tasting her…
With a single, sure thrust, Hiro’s cock pressed into her. They both groaned, their voices mingling in the quiet room. Hiro stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of being fully sheathed within her, the tight grip of her body around his.
Then he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.
There was no need for silence here, no thin hotel walls to reveal their sounds of depravity. No one to judge them, no one to whisper about the butler-turned-bodyguard-turned-lover compromising a lady. Here, they were just Hiro and Mandy.
