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Everything about him charmed her. “What about lucky? Do you feel lucky?”
As he ripped open the packet, she slid the elastic band of his briefs down. Rubbed the back of her hand against his erection, touching him until his eyes drifted shut. Then the briefs were off and nothing separated them except her shorts. She kicked them off before he could crawl back up the bed.
When his body slid over hers, the glorious friction had her gasping. Everywhere his body touched hers, something inside her popped to life. With him she felt sexy and free, a little wild and ready to explore.
She took his erection in her hand. Loved the feel of his skin and the warmth of him in her palm. She savored every noise he made, every grunt and every groan. She kept going, pumping her hand until she felt his fingers on her, in her, and her mind went blank. A mass of wild sensations bombarded her.
When he lifted her legs, pushing them farther apart as he moved up her body, she knew it was time to end the anticipation. Everything inside her had tightened and every cell begged for more. She hovered so close and was desperate for him to push her over.
The tip of his erection brushed over her. She didn’t know when he got the condom on, but he did. Then he was pushing inside her. Plunging in and pulling out. The rhythm, each move causing her body to clench in anticipation. Something spun up inside her and she tightened her tiny inner muscles as a way of begging for some relief, and a heavy sigh escaped Holt’s lips.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. The steady click of the leg of the bed against the floor. The mix of their heavy breathing. Somehow she heard that over the hammering of her heart in her ears.
She’d turned into a bundle of cells and nerves, all begging for release. She called out his name as he pushed in deeper. When the tightening turned to pulses, she let go. Didn’t fight it. Her back came off the bed, and her heels dug in. Control abandoned her as her neck strained and she said his name.
Nothing mattered and nothing could touch her. In that moment she was his and when her vision blanked out she let it be true. The strong arms, the warmth of his skin. She fell into it all as the thumping pulses racked her body.
When she finally came down again, she felt him stiffen. His shoulders froze and his hand slipped underneath her to her lower back. He held her tight against him as his body bucked.
They had been loud and sweaty, sexy and full of need. Now in the aftermath, they lay unmoving with her shouldering most of his weight. Not that she minded. The brush of his skin against hers felt better than anything she could imagine.
After a few minutes of quiet he pushed up on his elbows. “You okay?”
She tried to remember if she’d ever felt this good. “Except for the part where my muscles feel like mush and I can’t move.”
“Is that good?”
She skimmed her fingers over his shoulder. “Great, actually.”
“Nice.” He lifted his weight off her and moved to the side, taking her with him. “I’ll take great as an answer.”
Part of her wanted to ask what this meant, if anything. The rest wanted to savor the moment. She put a hand on his chest and snuggled into his side. In this relaxed state exhaustion overtook her.
She expected to drift off to sleep, but one question kept ringing in her head. “Is it always like this for you?”
“This is a first.”
That woke her up. “Which part?”
“I don’t sleep with women on my assignments. Ever. I’m not that type.” She pushed up and looked down at him. Before she could say anything he started talking again. “You don’t believe me.”
“I was actually asking about the violence, but it’s good to know I’m not a number.” Something inside her stomach spun and danced at the idea of meaning more to him than a onetime thing.
“You are not a number. Consider that a guarantee.”
She wanted to ask what she was to him, but she feared the answer and went with something safer. “Do you ever get scared?’
“There is fear on every job. The key is in controlling it.” His fingers slipped through her hair. “Funneling that energy into something positive that will get the job done.”
“The pounding in my head that started with the first attack still hasn’t gone away.” She’d had a constant migraine since everything started happening.
He rubbed a thumb over her temples. “Stress.”
“You get that, too, I guess?”
“Stress? Yeah.” He laughed. “I learned to deal with that early. My dad was a hard guy, career military. Nothing was ever good enough. He met my mom in Hawaii and set down the rules about what he expected and the perfection he demanded from day one.”
