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Sweat-sleeked flesh.
With that savage rage whipping through him, he could think of nothing but her. Of mate. The long, agile length of her. The curves and dips of her that miraculously fit against him. The pale, beautifully delicate skin that rode so smoothly over hard muscle. The taste of that skin when the heat of passion bloomed over it.
More. All, was all he could think while his blood burned.
She was hot, so hot and wet when his fingers stroked into her. Smooth and tight as her hips pumped. He wanted, needed, to see her come, needed to feel it, to know when her system exploded, everything she was, was his.
Her body arched, a tight little bridge of sensation. Her breath tore out into a sob. She poured into his hand.
Still, he couldn’t stop, gave her no chance to slide gently down again. Instead he drove her ruthlessly, rushing up her body with teeth and tongue.
When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the edge with that first rough stroke.
And still he thought: More.
Even as she shuddered, he shoved her knees up and went deeper inside her. His vision blurred, but through the red haze of lust he could see her eyes. Deep, dark, glazed like glass to throw his own reflection back at him.
“I’m inside you.” He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. “Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.”
She struggled through layers of pleasure to say the one thing he needed. Her hands wrapped around his wrists to hold the beat of his blood. “Let go. I’ll stay with you.”
He pressed his face to her hair, let both heart and mind go, and let body rule them both.
• • •
Eve wasn’t sure how much time had passed before her brain cleared enough to allow a clear thought through. But when she managed to remember her name, Roarke was still pinning her to the cushions. His heart continued to gallop against hers, but his body was very still.
She stroked her hand down his back, gave him an affectionate pat on the butt. “I think I’m probably going to need to breathe sometime within the next ten or fifteen minutes.”
He lifted his head, then considerately propped himself on his elbows. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly curved, her eyes half-closed. “You look pretty pleased with yourself.”
“Why shouldn’t I? I’m pretty pleased with you, too.”
He leaned down just enough to touch his lips to the dent in her chin. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for sex. We’re married.”
“Not for the sex, though that was worthy of a few cheers. For understanding me. For, let’s say, tending to me.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice on the other side of it.” She reached up, brushed the hair from his brow. “Feeling better?”
“Yes.” He shifted, and as he sat up drew her with him. “Let me just hold this for a minute,” he murmured, nuzzling her in his lap.
“Keep that up, we’ll end up horizontal and sweaty again.”
“Mmm. And it’s tempting.” The rage was still inside him, but chilled now. Calculated. “But there’s work. Do I have to argue with you, Lieutenant, about letting me work with you on this, and spoil the nice place we’re in?”
She said nothing a moment. “I don’t want you to. No, don’t start. Let me finish.” She turned her face into the curve of his throat. “The part that doesn’t want you to is personal. That part’s afraid for you, and worried about you. The professional part knows the more involved you are, the more help you can be, the quicker we close this thing. The personal side doesn’t have a chance against the cop and you pushing together.”
“Would it help if I tell you I’ll handle all this better if I’m involved in the work? It won’t eat at me in the same way.”
“Yeah.” She held on another moment, then drew back. “Yeah, I guess I know that, too. Let’s get a shower, some fuel, then I’ll lay out the ground rules.”
“I’ve never liked that phrase,” he said as she rose. “Ground rules.”
She let out a short laugh. “There’s something else I know.”
When they were dressed and sharing a meal of seafood pasta, she set out her stipulations.
