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She stilled, her hand going to his chest, right over his heart. “What?” She cupped his face between her palms and brought his head up, meeting his eyes. “You were terrified? You didn’t sound it.”
“I was, Jack. Almost out of my mind with the fear of losing you.” His expression etched with strain, he let a wet strand curl around his finger, then swallowed hard and looked at her, his eyes dark and tormented.
She could barely contain all the raw and turbulent feelings that surged through her. “Oh, Easy. If you hadn’t been quick on your feet, I would have—”
“Don’t say it,” he whispered gruffly. “Please don’t.” And for a moment longer he just stared at her, then, hauling in a ragged breath, he gathered her against him.
He tightened his arms around her, and she thought she was all cried out. But the miracle of being held by him, of having someone to share her fear with, of him holding her was almost too much to handle. She huddled in his arms, pressing her wet face into the curve of his neck.
He simply stripped her of the garment and dropped it to the floor. Backing up, he pulled her to one of the comfortable lounges. She folded down on him, then slid on top of him.
He worked her over just as hard as she worked him over, until they were panting and so aroused. She pushed at his shoulders, forcing him back, straddling his thighs, his erection so hard and heavy between them. He released that delicious man-groan, deep and gruff as she lowered herself down on him.
His hold tightened, and he buried his face in the curve of her throat as she rode him. She kissed his throat, his shoulder, then her mouth found his, the stir between them heavy with the pulse of desire, an ache pushing beyond the heart. They moved and she couldn’t drag her gaze away from his. This wasn’t about lust at all and even though she was reluctant to put any labels on what this was, she wanted this to be more than sex and satisfaction, and with each gentle push of his body into hers, she felt her blood move slower and pull in her soul.
Her fingertips followed the lines of his face, his pressing against her clit, rubbing her slowly. The sweetest, most intense pleasure made her shiver as she dropped her head back. Her breath shuddered, and she clutched him, fused with him with each penetrating stroke as she climaxed around him. Nothing mattered. Not the evil outside the door. Inside here, she and Easy didn’t think beyond this moment.
He pushed her legs around his waist and lowered her to the lounge. Stone hard hips pistoned in a pace that told her he was losing his control, and she relentlessly kept thrusting. His eyes were glazed, so achingly blue, showing how lost he was in her. She ran her nails over his lower stomach, each motion thickening him, his groan raw and primal when he climaxed deep inside her.
10
She wokeup on the lounge resting on her right side to more rain and the tantalizing sight of an almost naked Easy cleaning his weapons. The rifle he’d carried during the prison rescue was in pieces, and he was using a long pole to slip an oiled rag down the barrel. She remained completely quiet, just enjoying the sheer joy of watching him in his element.
The man’s shoulders were legendary.
He was focused, some of that dark, damp hair curling along his jaw, his hands steady as he worked, all those gorgeous, glorious muscles sliding under his smooth skin, the bulge of his biceps made her hot all over again.
The man was in nothing but a towel. Easy on, easy off. Oh, so Easy.
She had never thought it was possible to have this…whatever it was with him. An alpha man who her mom warned her would try to take over her life, rule her, argue with her, and diminish her. Maybe that had been her mom’s experience, and that’s why she’d chosen her kind and compliant dad, and maybe he knew about it and that was why he was so compliant and kind. Her heart beat a little faster. Her mom had been wrong, because there was Easy, a man who had an effortless way of filling the vast emptiness inside her with laughter, respect, and incredible, vibrant feeling.
Her heart clenched in her chest.
Startled from her thoughts, she knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of those velvet blue depths when she’d told him the ugliest truths about herself. He hadn’t judged her one bit, just showed her what it was like to drown in someone. And, if she was being honest, he’d taught her in two—or was it three?—short days how to trust. So far, he hadn’t let her down.
She had never experienced that before. It was wonderful, pleasurable, and terrifying as hell. For once she had feelings, burgeoning, can’t get enough of him, I-want-all-of-your-attention feelings. It would be so very difficult and painful to lose a love that was so rare and true.
Wait…a…damn…minute. Love?
Huh? Not only did she think love was a sham and used to sell romance novels, movies, and Hallmark cards, but if it was possible…and that was a big if, wouldn’t it take more time? So, how was that possible? She had only known him for a few days. Okay, so the sex was damned amazing—actually, she wasn’t sure the English language could describe the kind of sex they had. Maybe indescribable worked.
Sex wasn’t love. It was sweat, lust, hormones, and two healthy adults enjoying each other with their respective body parts, mouths, and hands. It was fucking and ever since her mom told her how bad men were for her success. That’s all she’d been doing…fucking.
She bit her lip, remembering the sex they’d had on this lounge chair. She closed her eyes. Body parts had been involved, hands for sure, and mouths, but she realized something she couldn’t deny because Easy had taught her that being true to herself was what it meant to be authentic. Her heart had been so thoroughly engaged, she refused to go back to lying to herself, donning a mask her mom had painstakingly pieced together for her to wear. She didn’t want to wear it anymore, but she was going to have to process this whole love thing some more before she could thoroughly understand and embrace it.
She sighed.
He smiled. The man was even gorgeous in profile, especially with that unshaven jaw, remembering how rough, and arousing it had been beneath her fingertips. She watched him assemble that wicked-looking weapon, and after the last piece was in place, he stared down it, sighted through it, pulled the trigger as it clicked like a well-oiled death dealer.
He did the same with his sidearm. It was beautiful watching him work. This deadly, skilled warrior, trained by her government, but honed by all those bad people out there he’d fought. She ached for him, something she’d never ever had happen in her life. She’d never ached for a man. Oh, this sensation was so new and alarming.
“I thought you were going to make us something to eat, there, damsel lazy bones. Us heroes need sustenance after saving beautiful women from flash floods and sheer drop-offs.”
“First off, with that kind of bitchy attitude, it’s Lady Damsel Lazy Bones to you. And if you wereanykind of hero,youwouldn’t point out a lady’s shortcomings.”
He turned his head, the corner of Easy’s mouth lifted a little. “Is that so? Well, I stand corrected. With that tone, I’m surprised it’s not princess…no wait…Queen Damsel Lazy Bones.” Considering she was buck naked under this light blanket he’d covered her with and so damn sated, his description of her was so silly. His eyes heated as they went over her body. “You look very…regally fuckable on your throne.”
A wicked smile eased up the corners of his mouth, and there was more than enough alpha in those aching eyes of his. Her stomach tumbled and her knees went weak. This boy wasn’t just threatening with those deadly man-made weapons, he had a personal arsenal that told her he was armed and dangerous in more ways than one.
