AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What are you waiting for?” she asked.
Blane didn’t answer. His jeans were off in a moment. Then he lifted her and moved her, setting her aside his stiff cock, and sliding inside in a hard, sure thrust. He swallowed a groan.
She took the lead, riding him. Blane sank into the pleasure, taking her mouth with his. Her tongue and taste were sweet, sliding with a wet heat against his.
He closed his fist in her hair, pulling her head back. She gasped and he nipped at her exposed neck. Her skin was silk against his tongue. Blane took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, squeezing her other breast and flicking the nipple.
Anne’s rhythm faltered. Blane grasped her hips, moving her on him, faster. She was so tight and wet, sliding on him. She moaned, her head still thrown back. He could feel her body tightening, gripping his shaft as she neared orgasm.
He fell forward onto the bed so she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breath came in pants, her eyes squeezed shut. The sight of her nearly undid him.
Reality narrowed down to the feel of her body against his, her nails digging into his back, the heat of her body cradling him as he thrust into her. Her body tightened into a vice, and he sank deep, stilling as she spasmed. Her cries cut through the air and Blane’s lids slammed shut, reveling in the feel and the moment of her utter surrender.
The pulses subsided and Blane thrust harder and faster, his balls tightening with his own impending orgasm. He rose up so he could watch her. Anne’s eyes opened and fixed on his, their depths unfathomable. Her lips were still parted as she breathed, and his gaze snagged on them. He bent, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. She arched upward, curving her body, arms, and legs to hold him as close as possible. Something inside his chest grew heavy and warm.
His body demanded release and he gripped her hips, pulling her to meet his thrusts. Her eyes slammed closed again and her head fell back as she gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving her.
A moment. Two. Time lost meaning. Then he was coming, shouting as the feeling spiraled from his cock all the way to his toes. Anne convulsed again and they were in sync, her body wringing everything from him. He pried his eyes open and saw tears leaking from hers.
He kissed her, his mouth lingering, savoring her taste on his tongue. Their bodies clung together with sweat. Blane licked the salt from her neck. She purred like a contented feline.
Blane couldn’t remember being this content in his entire life. It felt so right.
He shifted his weight to the side, not wanting to crush her, and she curled into his arms as though she was meant to be there. Her head rested on his chest, and he could smell the scent of her damp hair.
Anne let out a deep sigh, her body melting into his.
Despite a plane crash and sprained ankle, that was the best sex of her life. By. Far.
“So, aren’t there people out for us?” she murmured. “Shouldn’t we be on the move?”
His arms cuddled her closer and she felt his lips brush her hair. “We’re okay. I activated my emergency personnel. They’ll have had time to mobilize and get here. I imagine we’ll hear a knock on the door soon.”
Anne lifted her head slightly. “Seriously? You had help coming all this time and didn’t tell me?”
He chuckled. “You didn’t give me much of an incentive. Call it petty revenge. I believe I’ve earned it.” His touch took the sting from the words.
“Tell me why you undertook this mission to take me down,” he continued. “I want to know the truth.”
Anne turned her face away from his, though her skin still pressed against his. “My brother. Matt. He was onto a story. About you and your uncle. Then he was killed in a supposed mugging. But nothing was stolen, and he was shot in the back. The police wouldn’t look into it. Then Smithson appeared, giving me this thick file that essentially said you’d had him killed to protect yourself.”
Blane was silent for so long, Anne twisted to see his face. He was staring at the ceiling.
“My uncle was a bad man. And that’s putting it mildly. He coerced my brother into being his own personal hitman for years before I could break him free. He lost me the woman I loved due to his machinations. Then he pulled a gun on me and, well, I took care of things.” He paused, his hand absently stroking her shoulder. “Sometimes families have to clean up their own messes.”
“And your uncle was a mess?”
He nodded, his hand stroking her naked back. “Corrupted. Like the old saying. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. And he had power for enough years to have a lot of absolute power.”
Anne wrestled with it. He’d just admitted to killing his uncle in cold blood. Even if he did deserve it. Her nature found it hard to accept.
“And you’ve never regretted it?” she asked.
“I regretted the man he’d become. I don’t regret ending it.”
The absolute certainty in his voice reassured her, probably more than it should have. But the bottom line was that if she wanted to be with him, she had to accept him as he was. His past wasn’t a part of their future. Speaking of which…
“So what now?” she asked. Her fingers trailed a pattern on his chest. He was muscled and defined, built like he could handle anything thrown at him and it wouldn’t bother him much. There was a light sprinkling of hair across his pecs, but the skin of his abdomen was bare, right up to the line that led downward. Anne caressed that bare area, amazed at the softness of his skin.
