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He shook his head. He groaned her name. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. He could only take her. Take her hard and deep.
“Fuck. Yes. Damn you.” He was rocking inside her, every inch of his erection stroked and clenched inside every inch of her pussy. “Damn you, milk me. Milk my cock, baby. Ah hell. Yeah. Ah yes, come around me. Come around me, baby.”
She was coming, milking, rippling, crying his name. Crying his name in a voice filled with ragged
emotion, with more than lust, more than need as he pumped his seed inside her, filled her, and collapsed over her, fighting for breath.
If he had to move right now, he might shatter. Noah could feel so much rising inside him, devouring him. What the hell was he going to do? Because he didn’t know now, if he could walk away from her, no matter the risk.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Her bed smelled like him again. Sabella woke up the next morning, Noah was curled around her back like a living blanket, and she sighed at the realization that she wasn’t going to be free of him. Ever. And God only knew what was going to end up happening on this mission of his.
She let her hand smooth over his arm, feeling the rasp of dark hairs, and let herself just luxuriate in the feel of him for a moment.
He was wild. After taking her on the stairs, he had taken her once more in the bed. As though he couldn’t get enough of her. Just as she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled behind her, and the husky sleep-worn sound of his voice reminded her so much of their marriage.
“But I’m awake.” She kept her voice soft, almost at a whisper.
“It’s not daylight yet.”
No, it wasn’t. But she didn’t want to miss a second of being with him.
“Do you ever watch the sun rise?” she asked, turning on her back and staring at his face.
Thick long lashes lay on his cheeks. His cheekbones weren’t as high as they had once been. She could see where his nose had been broken.
God, the hell he must have endured. Alone. How had he borne it?
“Sometimes,” he mumbled.
“I love the sunrise.” She looked over at her window. An eastern view, where she could watch the first light coming into the house. “It’s warm, even in the winter. It’s like seeing a new beginning. A new reason to get out of bed. If the sun can rise every morning, then there’s a reason to hope.”
His lashes lifted. For once, his eyes weren’t wild. The color wasn’t as dark. It was all she could do to hold back her shock, her cry. They were Nathan’s eyes. Irish eyes. Like gems flickering with laughter and love in his dark face.
“You’re strange,” he muttered before closing his eyes and dragging her closer to rest his head against her neck.
She stroked the arm over her waist. Caressed his shoulder. She smiled at the drowsy little groan he gave before opening his eyes again and peeking over at the clock.
Noah had put off waking up as long as he could. It was six, two more hours and the warrant against Delbert Ransome would be served. He needed to be ready.
He rose from the bed and stared down at her. “I need to get to the apartment.”
She looked away from him, her lips thinning, staring at the window. And he could tell he was hurting her again. It struck against his heart, hurting her like this, making her feel she wasn’t wanted. Wasn’t loved. When it was anything but.
“Fine. Go.” She waved toward the door. “I’ll take a shower by myself.”
He came back down on her, keeping the sheet between them, clasping her head in his hands. He stared at her face, at the eyes, the gray so soft, so filled with vulnerability. As if with each word out of his mouth she was praying for something more. Praying for a dream that wasn’t going to happen. And he couldn’t give her that dream, but damned if he had to hurt her any further. He couldn’t do it. Hurting her was ripping apart pieces of him that he thought had died in that cell Fuentes kept him in.
“Wildcat.” He nipped at her lips. Kissed them. Let himself love them, for just a moment. “If I stay, I’ll never be ready on time. And your safety is more important, baby. More than you know.”
She stared up at him, softer now, a strange little smile on her lips, her arms curling around his shoulders.
“Would you miss me if something happened to me, Noah?”
He felt his guts clench at the thought of anything happening to her. At so much as scratch marring her flesh.
