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It held the desperation of knowing that we might die at any moment. The realization that this might be our only chance to finally make good on a lifetime’s worth of promises.
I yanked his jeans down over his hips and cupped his ass, yanking him close enough to feel the wetness on the tip of his cock, and he grunted.
“Do I need to remind you that we’re on the deck of my ship and well within sight of anyone who might be standing on the dock?” he asked, biting at my ear and letting his breath mist over my neck.
“Does it feel to you like I fucking care?” I answered, guiding one of his hands between my legs. I was wet and hot and ready, and it didn’t have anything to do with being on the dock of his ship or being in a place where people might see us.
It had everything to do with Anthony Massimo finally having his hands all over my body.
“God, woman,” he moaned.
I threw my head back and lived for a moment at the point where his fingers were caressing me, everything else disappearing in the need building inside me. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Fuck everything else.”
“I actually thought,” he whispered, “that this would be me fucking you.”
He propped his hands under my ass and lifted me, forcing me to spread my legs and wrap them around him to keep from falling. The moment I was high enough, he brought me down on his cock, sliding in to the hilt and taking what he knew was his. I threw my head back and cried out, my body already riding higher than I’d ever felt it at the fullness inside me.
And then he started fucking me. In and out, holding me against the wall as he spread my legs further to allow him better access. There was no rhythm to it. No smooth, easy flow of people who’ve had sex before. This was all raw need, animal magnetism. Screaming lust and all the history that had come between us before. He pounded into me and I took every thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders and my teeth buried in his neck.
It was exactly what I would have said sex between us would be, if I’d been able to think clearly enough to have an opinion.
I couldn’t. I was too busy taking him in deeper and deeper and focusing on the spot he kept hitting inside me. The spot that was taking me up and up and up, toward a glass ceiling that was going to explode into a million pieces in three... two... one.
I came apart for him, breathing his name into his neck and going so still that I thought the world might have ended. Moments later he joined me, pumping into me one last time and then growling my name like an animal. He held me tight and buried himself in me, everything still as he emptied himself, his cock twitching and making my own orgasm extend on and on.
It was all over far too quickly, and the moment my brain came back online, I realized how fucking exposed we were. As far as we knew, we were both wanted by various mob families in the city.
And we were out here fucking on the deck of a ship where any sharp shooter could take us out.
“We need to get into shelter,” I whispered.
“I know,” he whispered. “But I don’t particularly want to move.”
I drew his head back so I could look into his eyes. “Maybe not. But I’m assuming you have a bedroom somewhere on this beast, and it would be a whole lot safer to continue this there.”
His mouth twitched. “Leave it to you to take a beating like that and come out of it strategizing how to make it even better.”
I touched one fingertip to his lips. “You know you love me,” I said. “Don’t try to deny it.”
I had no idea whether that was true. But we were on the same side of the line, now, and that felt awfully right. Was that what love was? Finding yourself allied with someone else and feeling so right with them that they felt like the home you’d never really had?
I didn’t know. I would have liked to have said that we’d have the time to figure that out. But I wasn’t stupid enough to think that was true.
Right now, I didn’t even know if either of us was going to live through the night.
13
ANTHONY
We didn’t get to enjoy our moment of peace for very long.
Not that the night was peaceful. Being with Brooks was like being at war, every move a battle of wills, every statement the start of an argument. She was so fiery that I wondered if she actually had been born with red hair, so aggressive that I was constantly on my guard for what she would try next.
It was like meeting my other half. The fire to my peace. The fight to my mellow outlook on life. And it was good.
Beyond good.
But I was trying very hard not to put a label on it. And when she woke up at 5 in the morning to a phone call, I knew I needed to come back to the real world. Brooks and I might have had a moment here on this boat. But it was never meant to last. We were never meant to last. We’d been born in the wrong universe for that.
