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“You just lie back and let me take care of you,” he whispered against her skin. “We don’t want you to be reinjured now, do we?”

Everything about it felt so familiar and so good that she relaxed against the bed and let him have complete control over her body.

“Plus,” he said against her skin again, “I’ve got eight months to make up for.”

His mouth moved lower, teasing her belly button with his tongue, but he avoided tickling her this time and concentrated his hands and mouth on tempting and teasing.

He nestled between her legs and looked up at her with a pirate’s leer before hunkering down and feasting.

She arched against his mouth, feeling only the slightest pull at her wound, and even that was quickly smothered by pure pleasure.

She came against his mouth, sinking back against the pillows, exhausted.

But he was far from done and slowly brought her back up again a second time, then tipped her over. She drifted on a hazy cloud of pleasure, vaguely aware of him reclining beside her, his cock in his hand as he lazily stroked himself.

“God, Jordan.” His voice was husky. “The look on your face.”

She turned her head to watch him, still deliciously boneless, then reached over and cupped his balls. He jolted and grinned, his strokes quickening.

“Someday soon, when this is over and you’re not injured, I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth,” he promised. “But today? Today I’m gonna splash all over your stomach while you squeeze me dry.”

He rose to his knees, eyes locked on hers as his hand moved faster.

The sight ratcheted her desire even higher. She wanted him inside her, but knew that would only reinjure her, so she settled for teasing his balls while her other hand drifted to her breasts, pinching her nipples.

He groaned. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

The raw hunger in his voice sent another bolt of arousal through her. She slid her hand down to her clit and worked herself with him, watching his control unravel as her own disappeared.

She came first, pleasure ripping through her. A heartbeat later he followed, spilling across her stomach and breasts before catching himself above her on one arm.

He kissed her deeply, both of them still breathing hard. “So fucking hot.”

Then he eased down on her uninjured side, pulled her against him, and they drifted away together.

~

When Jordan surfaced again the sun was starting to rise. She and Benny were still glued together, their bodies not having moved since that incredible encounter. They’d always been good together in bed, but that had been next level.

She lifted her head and found Benny smiling down at her.

“I think we need a shower,” he said, his voice husky against her ear. “And then we need food. We never ate last night.”

“Oh, I think you had a meal,” she teased, and her stomach rumbled, making both of them laugh. “I agree on the shower, but it’ll have to be semi-PG. I don’t think I can get this wet, at least not until tomorrow or the next day.”

Though as she stretched, her wound didn’t feel as bad as it probably should have. Maybe her nanites had activated after all, and they just weren’t as strong when it came to healing as the rest of the team’s.

Regardless, today was D-Day when it came to dealing with Hayes and Overlander, and she wasn’t going to take any chances. If worse came to worst, she wanted that speed, agility and accuracy at her command.

“I know,” Benny said regretfully. “But I can help you bathe. Pretty sure I saw one of those handheld nozzles in the bathroom when I showered the other day.”

She looked at him with one brow raised. “We’ll be using it to wash only, not to play,” she said sternly, though it was hard to keep the smile off her face. “Maybe later, after all this is done.”

His expression went a bit sheepish as he sat up, bringing her with him. “Fine. Foil my plans for morning pleasure,” he said, a smile tipping his lips. “Boring shower only, I guess.”

Both of them fit easily into the main suite’s glass stall, the multiple jets soothing sore muscles, and they kept it mostly PG, although there were a few roaming hands and teasing fingers.

While Jordan brushed her teeth, Benny did the same, and Jordan studied him. His beard was coming in nicely, obscuring his strong jawline while somehow making his lips look like even more of a temptation.