Page 18 of Deadly Alliance

As Shane tried to move up, Emme started to stroke and his eyes glazed, his neck arched back, displaying a wealth of golden skin and toned body for her to admire.

Pushing against her hand, Shane pushed a digit, and then a second inside her quivering sheath, sending her into a frenzy.

Shane’s body shivered as he removed his hand from her. “Emme, let me go, or I’m going to make a fool of myself like a damn teenager.”

Licking her lips, Emme smiled. Her uncertainty melted away as her body flooded with lust at the sight of him, his arms straining to keep himself up, his breath laboured, his face a mix of determination and desire, bargaining with her.

The man above her made her burn as nobody had before; Emme had the proof looking down at her and pulsing in the palm of her hand.

As she released him, Shane took possession of her mouth taking her breath away. In an instant, everything turned frantic and wild. And still, it wasn’t enough.

Shane scrambled for a minute, looking around, searching for something until he located his wallet on the nightstand. Retrieving a condom, he fumbled a little before sheathing himself. Back in control, he held her hips and pulled her towards him, opening her thighs even wider before entering her. Emme’s head buzzed loudly, and the room was filled with the sound of their bodies locked together. Everything was out of control, and still, despite the feverish caresses, the bruising kisses and the shivering, Emme could see Shane restrained himself, putting her first, touching her as if she was precious. The swirl of unexpected emotions took her by surprise, and her body reacted, crashing into climax as the warrior watched her with certain victory in his eyes. Lost in a mist of pleasure, Emme felt him tense and shudder, a low growl escaping his lips before he finally lowered himself down over her.

It was perfection. No words needed to be said as they tried to get their breath back and their bodies under control. At some point, Shane rolled away, bringing Emme in his arms, covering them both with the sheet.

He hadn’t said a word, but the way he held her, how his fingers drew idle patterns before going lax in slumber, spoke more than words ever could. Her instincts had been right.

Emme foughtsleep but must have caved in at some point because when she woke, they had shifted. Shane was tangled in the sheet, a hand on her stomach. Morning light filtered into the room, but it still looked early.

In the first brink of dawn, the warrior beside her looked so peaceful, and years younger than thirty-five. Emme may be young, but she wasn’t a foolish romantic. No doubt, as soon as he woke up, he would revert to his usual behaviour, but at least now, the obvious was in the open and Shane Rhodes, Navy SEAL, would not call her a girl anymore. It was a small and very pleasurable victory.

Now, there was the issue of the mission, and of his trust. That was her second plan of attack.

Gently, Emme got out from under his grip, already regretting the loss of his warmth, and scurried like a mouse out of the room, grabbing some clothes along the way.

When she reached the living room and got dressed, the time on her phone confirmed that it was the perfect moment to put her plan into action.

Retrieving the post she had composed the night before, she pressed the publish button, hoping for the best, before putting on her shoes and heading out.

I have the best husband in the world. And this morning, I’m heading out to get him his favourite breakfast as a surprise before he wakes up. :-) #freshpastries #morningwalk #sillyinlove