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“You were amazing,” he said, quietly. “Let the guilt go.”
“Is that an order?”
“Yes.” With one hand he unsnapped her bra and she gasped softly, then laughed. “Commando skills?”
“Oh, yeah. Required on the battlefield,” he said.
This mission had pushed her hard, he thought, and he admired her resilience. After she discarded her panties, they got into the shower. She wrapped her arms around him as they both stood in the spray. Rousing themselves, they scrubbed off the sweat, dirt, blood, and he felt he lost another layer of himself to her.
Outside the shower, while drying off, Bree’s eyes kept going over him and it took everything he had to keep his hands to himself.
“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t get any sleep, babe,” he said.
She set her hands on his bare shoulders. He slid his hand heavily down her spine, cupped her rear, and meshed her hips to his, his dick hardening.
She hooked her leg around his, sliding it up his thigh to his hip.
“Damn,” he said. Her smile was bone-melting, and he swept his palm from throat to hip, molding her flesh, his gaze lingering over her, naked and shameless for him. Her eyes held awareness of her power, her shape like an hourglass, lush and ripe, wrapping him in her scent and sensation. Blitz felt privileged, every moment he’d ever spent with another woman obliterated, as if those faceless, nameless women had never existed. She touched his face, slid her thumb over his lips. It was a simple thing, but he wanted more of it. He wanted to connect to her deeply and seal the connection tighter.
He slid his hand up her ribcage, crushing back the need to bury himself inside her quickly and appease this wild hunger for her. But it wouldn’t matter. She was more than under his skin. She was inside him. And when her hand closed around him, she took him with her—away from danger and isolation, from ignoring everything for the mission.
“Callen,” she said, almost choking on his name. “I need to—” Her fingertips dipped, her breath hot in his ear. “I need to touch you.”
His hand rested on her belly, then slid softly between her thighs, and he fell apart. His feelings tumbled over each other with the feel of her warm silky palm sliding over his erection.
She sighed when he groaned, drawing in air through clenched teeth.
And a deep, heavy heat coiled through Bree’s body, and she wanted him inside her, pushing her with the power and drive that excited her just thinking about it. The muscles between her thighs were already warm and pulsing, the awareness of him making her beg softly. But he wouldn’t allow it, in command of everything including her.
His mouth rolled over hers, drawing her into him, and Bree fell back against the sink as he left a moist, hot trail down her body, nibbling on her nipples, the slow slide of his tongue dragging lower.
“Blitz, please, inside,” she pleaded, wanting his heat, his energy, the life of him pulsing through her. She arched into him, urging, her hands sweeping wildly over the contours, her fingertips molding to curved muscle and man.
Then her touch slid lower. His stomach muscles contracted instantly as she neared his groin and his moan of pleasure thrummed through her.
“I have no willpower when it comes to you,” she whispered in his ear, his big hands on her ribs, driving anticipation through her.
“Exactly how I feel,” he growled.
He was an experience—something from the tightly guarded places she’d rarely visited. His kiss alone twisted her up in a net, tying her tight. In knots. She didn’t know if she wanted to keep him as close as possible or turn in the other direction.
She cupped his face, devouring his mouth, thrusting her hips enough to put him inside her a bit, and he grunted and cursed, then nudged her thighs wide and slid between. She held herself poised, and a million thoughts ran through her mind, nothing sticking long enough to make sense. She felt freed, her need beyond passion, beyond control.
Bree stared up at him, never expecting to see this man humbled to anything. Yet he was, in his eyes, his expression as if he was questioning everything he knew, and her throat tightened. For the world, the enemy, they saw strength and deadly skill. Bree saw need and an unguarded man. She guided him, loving the exquisite pressure, his gaze trapped with hers, and they prolonged it, her hips rising to his. He sank into her helpless and trembling.
His breath shuddered, almost gasping. “You have no idea what this is doing to me, do you?”
“How can I not?” she said, brushing her fingers across his hair, caressing down the side of his face. Gently she laid her mouth over his, licking the line of his lips, slowly before sliding her tongue between and making them both crazy.
He gripped her hips, his body nail-hard and sliding deeply. Her muscles locked and tightened, and yet she smiled, met him, and thrust harder. Her whispers mingled with the mist from the shower, their secrets bared and unspoken drifted between them.
He enfolded her breasts, thumbing her nipples, and the sight of him disappearing into her tormented her. She spared him nothing.
Her body rippled like the ocean breaking, battering him in sleek waves of pleasure, and she quickened, thrusting longer and harder.
“Oh, Callen,” she said, drawing his name out. She couldn’t breathe, her body beyond her control and his. She came, watching as her surrender broke him. He threw back his head and let go, pumping into her as he cried out.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him and she clung to him. Tomorrow would be precarious, dangerous, and may just take their lives. But she had found something here that had changed her, changed her so profoundly, she hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface. It also frightened her more than going into battle, more than losing her life.
