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The Russian was slumped back in his chair, his icy eyes narrowed as he watched Noah pace.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Nik growled. “Shit’s going to explode.”
Noah heaved a hard sigh. “Yeah, shit’s going to fly when it hits. Do you have everything laid in place?”
Nik nodded to that. It was their own plan. A series of weapons and equipment placed in strategic locations in the mountains where they had known several hunts had taken place.
They were both carrying deactivated trackers in the buckles of their belts, and the technologically advanced night vision contacts they had procured from another source. That particular toy hadn’t even made it into military testing in the three years they had been in research.
“And your woman?” Nik asked.
Noah looked at him from the corner of his eye. “I have her covered.”
Rory was all the backup he had, but Nik didn’t have to know that.
Nik grinned at his answer but nodded as he rose from his seat. Noah went to the door of the apartment, stepped outside, and checked the area before heading down the steps and making his way back to the house.
The lights were on in the kitchen. Sabella would have coffee waiting. As he entered through the back door, the past flooded him like a tidal wave, momentarily washing away everything but the memories.
Sabella, wrapped in nothing but a robe, making biscuits. Bacon was frying on the stove, water was boiling for the grits. Eggs were set out on the counter and her smile was still tinged with sleep as she looked at him.
She was rumpled, sexy, and cooking breakfast. Here was one of the few glimpses he had been given of the woman who had shared his life. The woman who held his soul.
“You already showered.” She pouted back at him. “I guess that means you intend to work?”
Noah let a smile curve his lips as he advanced toward to her. He turned off the bacon, jerked his belt loose as he turned to her, and pushed the bowl of flour out of the way.
Surprise widened her eyes as he gripped her waist, lifted her to the little work island, and stepped between her thighs then unzipped his jeans and drew his raging erection from the opening.
“Noah, are you crazy?” She laughed, aroused and excited. He could smell the excitement on her. As he spread her thighs and glimpsed the shimmering sweetness between them, he could see her excitement.
He lowered his head and ran his tongue through her pussy. She tasted like a lazy summer morning. Like a fire in winter. Like all the dreams he told himself could never be. She was his oasis in the middle of hell, and he needed her again. Right now.
He circled the straining bud of her clit, wrapped his lips around it, and stared up at her face as she leaned back, propping her tiny feet easily on his shoulders and arching into his intimate kiss.
He circled the straining bud with his tongue, rasped it, sucked it and watched her, heard her as she arched to him and came undone.
As the little orgasm rushed through her, trembled through her pussy, he straightened, gripped the base of his cock in his hand, and positioned himself before plunging inside her.
“Noah.” She screamed his
name.
Sabella felt the incredible pleasure stealing through her again. It worked over her nerve endings, the burning stretch between her thighs echoing through her body as she fought to hold on to her senses.
She gripped the edge of the work center, her legs falling over his arms as he held her hips and pulled her closer.
There were few preliminaries, and she didn’t need them. She had been ready for him when she awoke alone, missing him. Desperate for one more touch, one more kiss, before she had to face whatever she could feel coming.
“Damn you. You’re tight as a vise around me,” he groaned, leaning to her, his lips feathering over hers. “Like fire and ecstasy together.”
She panted as her body adjusted to the invasion. Taking him, all at once, was pleasure and pain, it was an inferno of sensations she couldn’t grasp or make sense of as she felt herself flying to the edge of release. Her hands tunneled into his hair, holding his lips to hers as they made love with their mouths, their tongues. As they moved and thrust against each other, pleasure tearing through them, almost violent, tinged with desperation as she moaned into his kiss and fought for more.
Then he was giving her more. Moving between her thighs, plunging into her, taking her over that edge and filling her mind with a rainbow of colors as their release exploded into and around each other.
His seed pumped inside her. His groan was a harsh, rasping sound of completion and need, and he was holding her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him as he buried his face at her shoulder and they both shook, trembled, in the wake of the pleasure.
She couldn’t imagine being without him now. She wouldn’t let herself imagine being without him.
