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In one smooth glide, he filled her. She cried out, writhing closer. He pinned her with his kiss and didn’t waste time. He started to move, jerking into her hard, splitting her with a rhythm that stole her last defenses against Quaide, if she’d ever had any.
He stared into her eyes while he fucked her. He leaned in for long, bone-melting kisses. Then he bit her lip and sent her spinning before starting all over again. The intimacy between them shot her higher yet. A burn spread through her lower belly, and her pussy contracted around his cock. The build-up was bigger than anything she’d known before.
He captured her gaze once again. Looking at the pleasure contorting his rugged features opened a chasm inside her. Suddenly, she was helpless against him, but it didn’t leave her feeling vulnerable.
She hooked her leg around him. Understanding, he let her roll on top. With her hair floating around them, she pressed her palms against his chiseled chest and began to move.
As he cupped her ass, his fingertip grazed her seam. She sucked in a breath, which only made him do it again.
“You like that, baby? I’ll fuck you there in time. There won’t be a single part of you that I haven’t explored.” He pulled her into another scorching, tongue-dueling kiss while resting a finger against her pucker.
The added sensation sent her flying. White-hot flames engulfed her as she came with a cry. She sought his gaze, and he stiffened. Heat flooded her insides, and her orgasm hit full force.
She threw her head back and screamed. His roar echoed hers. For several minutes she couldn’t think or even move. When she came back to herself, she found she was tangled with Quaide and her head pillowed on his broad chest.
She listened to his heart throb and her own racing heart beginning to calm. Quaide ran his fingers over her spine. Everything about this moment left her feeling as if she’d just begun her real journey. Maybe she had been stuck too, same as Rain.
And now…now she was rising from the ashes.
* * * * *
Blueprints were spread across every available surface in the cramped house they were renting. Dove braced her hands on a table and leaned over one drawing. She scrubbed her hand over her face. “I don’t know what I’m even looking at anymore.”
Quaide chuckled and peeked around the computer monitor to see her. As soon as he clapped eyes on his lover, his heart surged against his ribs. She was wearing blue today.
And she had her sexy glasses on.
As he looked on, she removed them and stuck the stem in between her teeth, giving them a pensive nibble.
He pushed away from the computer, the information on the screen forgotten for the time being. He approached her slowly, gaze locked on the way her round ass thrust backward. All he’d have to do was pull down those jeans, latch on to those hips and sink inside her from behind.
He definitely was happy not to have the entire team surrounding them. He was also accepting his role with Sentry more and more by the day. He wasn’t in charge, and that was okay. Good, even.
“What seems to be the problem, baby?”
She placed her glasses back on and trailed a finger over some lines on the paper. “The office plan is fantastic. Plenty of space and light too, while still offering all the privacy Sentry needs. What I’m unclear about is this.” She pointed to a square on the paper. “Is it a storage closet? It looks a lot bigger than the others in the office rebuild.”
He stepped up next to her, enveloped by her sweet perfume. When he was near her, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Now that she was no longer off-limits, he touched her. A lot.
Though he had to watch himself today—Lark was in the kitchen doing some footwork for the plans to rebuild.
Sliding his hand low on her spine and down to the crest of her fabulous buttocks, he leaned in to look at the plan. “You’re looking at the main office, yes. Our private quarters will be off the back, here.” He pointed to the wall that would be shared between their home and the Sentry office. Then he pointed to the separate plan showing their space.
She froze. “Quaide.”
“Yes, Dove?”
“Your hand.”
He realized he’d slipped it low over her cheeks and was stroking the space between them. “What about it?”
“I can’t focus on giving my approval on the plans when you’re—oh!” She let her head drop between her arms when he pressed the seam of her jeans into her pussy.
With a swallowed hiss, he closed the gap between them, tucking her against him while he continued to apply pressure to her pussy through her jeans. “I think you’re going to approve, baby. Of everything.”
She shivered. “This big space… What is it?” Her question ended on another gasp.
A knock at the front door separated them. “That’s gotta be Clay,” he ground out. “The man has the worst timing ever.”
