Marta frowned. “That’s not all you do. You protect, rescue and care about people.”
“And tomorrow I have to deliver you to the man who sent me to free you.”
“You have to deliver the asset,” she said, her voice emotionless. “I have to go to work to stop the unleashing of a terrible virus.” She cupped the back of his neck. “But tonight, we can pretend all that doesn’t exist and live in the moment—if that’s what you want.”
“More than I want to breathe,” he whispered against her lips and kissed her briefly. Then he rose on his arms, reached for the condoms and extracted one from the box.
Marta held out her hand. “May I?”
His lip quirked upward. “I’d love that.” He handed her the packet and rose to a kneeling position.
Marta sat up in the bed, tore open the packet and rolled it down his shaft, all the way to the base, where she tentatively touched his balls.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
“No,” he said through gritted teeth.
She looked up into his eyes. “Then why are you so tense?”
He laughed. “I’m trying not to blow my wad before we even start.”
“Oh.” Her eyes flashed. “Then let’s start.”
“Woman…” Crusher gathered her into his arms. “You’re killing me.” Then he claimed her mouth, laying them both back on the bed.
Marta’s hands roamed over his body and downward to curve around his buttocks, her fingers cool and surprisingly strong. She raised her knees and thrust her hips upward, pulling him down at the same time.
Crusher slid into her, feeling the muscles of her channel gripping him, pulling him deeper. A sense of coming home washed over him as he took all of her, rooting himself as far as he could go.
For a long moment, he remained there, letting her adjust to his girth.
Slowly, he eased almost all the way out.
Her hands on his ass dragged him back into her.
Moving slowly, he rocked in and out.
Marta’s hands on his butt cheeks urged him to go faster. Her feet dug into the mattress as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. Her body tensed, her movements becoming more frenetic, her release imminent.
Sensations built, spread and magnified as he pumped faster and faster. Her channel was so tight and wet. He couldn’t hold out for long. When he shot over the edge, he thrust as deep as he could and froze, his cock pulsing his release. He gave little thrusts, his release so strong and intense it bordered on painful—delicious, sweet pain.
Her hips rocked gently with her release.
Waves of pleasure filled him to overflowing. As the intensity waned, he collapsed over her and rolled them onto their sides, maintaining their intimate connection.
She leaned her cheek against his neck, draped a leg over his thigh and inched closer, taking more of his still stiff cock inside.
“Thank you,” she said. “For saving me.” Her fingers curled into his chest.
As much as he would’ve liked to stay with Marta longer than just the night, he realized a guy like him would never fit into the same world as a woman like her. “It’s what I do. What I’m good at.” And she was good at the science she practiced. A dull ache spread through his chest.
His arms tightened around Marta. They might not be meant for each other, but they had the night. It would have to be enough.
Tomorrow, he’d hand her over to the State Department. She’d leave his life, and their worlds would no longer collide.
Chapter 12
Marta lay for a long time in Crusher’s arms, more relaxed than she’d ever been. Sex was everything enthusiasts had raved about. She’d just had to find the right person to show her how good it could be. And it wasn’t just showing her how. It was the connection they’d forged through the intense situations they’d faced together. She’d learned to respect his skills as a protector and trusted him with her life.
