Page 62 of Body of Trust

“I understand that now. My entire life, I was a lamb. You’ve turned me into a lion. I’m proud to be in this with you. I’m proud to be yours. And not only with my body, but also my mind.” I pause, running my hand over my chest. “And my heart.”

He takes my head in his hands and draws circles on my cheeks. “Sweet Amelia. If you mean what you say, I won’t be able to give you up when this is all over.”

“Jesse”—I can’t keep my voice from cracking—“you make it sound so romantic.”

“Isn’t it? The undercover agent posing as a bartender, trying to infiltrate a mob family, falls for the daughter of the man he’s trying to take down?”

I let out a laugh. “When you put it that way, no. It sounds like fiction.”

“It’s not, baby. It’s our life, and we just have to navigate it.”

I lean forward and kiss him tenderly. It’s a simple kiss. A closed-mouth one that opens up my body to wanting more.

More of everything. More of him.

My eyes flutter as I fight off the rain shower. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

My beautiful hero.

Kissing my face, throat, and lips, he runs his hands up and down my back. I lift onto my tiptoes, deepening the kiss, which only joins my core with his growing erection.

This isn’t what this was about. I didn’t come in here to seduce him, but now that his wet flesh is sliding against mine, I can’t help but want this from him. I want to be close to Jesse, and there’s nothing closer than having him buried deep inside me.

I slide my hand down the rigid planes of his torso and caress the slick rod of his erection. When I pump my hand, he throws his head back in ecstasy, and I kiss the underside of his chin.

Gripping my hips, he gently pushes me against the smooth tiles. The cold bursts against my backside, but it’s quickly dissipated when his heated flesh flattens against me, searing me with his kisses and the hardened promise of a cock that sits just outside my entrance.

He tugs my hair, pushing my head to the side as his mouth devours the tender skin of my neck. I moan as he sucks on the flesh; at the same time, his other hand parts my thighs and rubs against my sensitive core. When his mouth finds mine again, he is demanding as he kisses me, leaving me breathless.

He’s relentless in his actions, commanding my body with his mouth and hands. He flips me around, and my ass is pulled toward his groin. He’s about to enter me when he stills.

I turn to see him staring at himself, hard just outside my entrance.

“Take me bare, Jesse.” My words have his eyes shooting up to mine.

He weighs the options for a moment before sliding inside of me.

I arch my back up to meet him while staying on my tiptoes. Using the wall for balance, I revel in the sensation of Jesse inside me.

“You feel amazing,” he grunts as he pulls my mouth toward his. He kisses me while pumping into me from behind. He has to go slow because the angle is too narrow.

I’m completely enveloped in everything Jesse. His arms around me, his body hovering over mine, and his passion seeping deep into me, igniting a fire that is about to explode.

I place a hand on his cheek and pull him closer. My kisses falter as my breathing takes over.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re about to come.” He squeezes my nipple, and it shoots pleasure straight to my throbbing clit, which he’s still fondling. “I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and never tire.”

“I’ll let you. Take me. Every day.” I gasp as the orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning. “Forever.” I barely get the word out as I convulse around his cock.

I’m still high on my orgasm as he shuts the water off and steps out. He wraps me in a towel and then lifts me, walking us, dripping wet, into the bedroom.

He lays me down and spreads my legs, burying his mouth over my sensitive and throbbing clit.

“Jesse!” I scream as he relentlessly swirls his tongue in circles, pinning my knees down to the bed so I can’t move. All I can do is grip the sheets and call out to the gods as a second wave of an orgasm comes crashing down my body.

My back is arched as I buck off the bed.

When he climbs back on top of me, my legs are open, ready for him to enter me. When he does, it’s rugged and sensual. His bare cock is so damn hard and thick as it plummets into me while he takes over my body. This isn’t sweet. No, he’s marking me. Calling me his own.