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She reached down and removed everything covering her body from the waist up.
“Your turn. Except with you, everything off.” Her sultry smile, coupled with her words, sent me back to the place where I wanted to rip my clothes from my body.
I eased off the bed, pulling my shirt over my head, then lowering my trousers after toeing off my shoes.
“Mmm,” she moaned, reaching out when my erection jutted out in front of me.
“No touching until you’re naked too.” I moved to her feet and took off her sexy-as-fuck black booties, then pulled her jeans off her body when she unfastened them. I almost lost it when I saw her black lace thong. “Are you telling me you’ve been wearing thongs all the time I’ve known you? Good, God. I’ll never be ableto look at your perfect arse again without immediately turning hard as stone.”
“Sometimes, I don’t wear any at all,” she teased when I spread her legs and crawled between them. “Like you.”
As I stared, stunned speechless, she untied one side of the lace. I quickly reached up and undid the opposite side. “These are my favorite knickers ever,” I said when they fell away from her body.
When I lowered myself and licked through her folds, Alena’s back arched. When I sucked on her sensitive bundle of nerves, she would’ve bucked if I didn’t have a tight grasp on her hips.
She wove her fingers in my hair and ground herself against my mouth. “Henry, please.” I eased one finger into her tight, wet heat, then added a second. The woman who made me mad with want came apart with my name on her lips.
I slowed the thrusts of my fingers and tongue as she stilled. I wanted to be inside her so bad it hurt, but I forced myself to wait until her eyes met mine.
“Henry,” she murmured, placing her palm on my cheek. I kissed the sensitive spot between her legs once more, then shifted my body up so my cock rested where my fingers had been. Leaning down, I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, then eased the sting with my tongue. Alena raised her neck, and her mouth opened under mine. With the ravenous way she responded to me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slowly moved inside her, stopping myself to allow her body to adjust to my size.
“More,” she mewled.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I half whispered, half groaned, barely holding on to the infinitesimal amount of restraint I still possessed.
“More,” she repeated, lifting her hips to force me to go deeper.
Whatever tiny amount of resolve I possessed was lost when she put both hands on my arse and pushed. I thrust hard, then stilled, focusing on how amazing my hardness felt wrapped in her warm, wet pussy. If I lived to be a hundred, I’d never forget this moment, staring into her eyes, kissing her, buried deep. It was all I could do to stop myself from professing my undying love for her.
Instead, I moved my mouth to her breasts, alternating between them as I slowly pulled almost all the way out of her, then slammed deep. I sucked her nipples harder, quickening my pace when her fingernails dug into the flesh of my shoulders. I shifted to the side of her breast, sucking her flesh until the mark I’d left was visible, then I licked it. When she raised the upper half of her body, leaned up, and took my lower lip between her teeth like I’d done to her, I lost my mind. Whatever tenuous hold I had was long gone as I pounded my release, our eyes riveted on each other, her body matching mine, thrust for thrust—I exploded, emptying my unsheathed self into her and experiencing the most powerful orgasm of my life. Overcome by emotion, I buried my face in her neck.
Alena’s arms tightened around me as she held me to her as I struggled with what to say. Should I tell her I regretted not donning a condom? If I did, it would be a lie as much as if I apologized for not pulling out before I came. I’d wanted to feel everything. So I did. If that made me a selfish bastard, so be it. If I had to do it over again, I’d not change a thing. The other thing I wouldn’t do is allow her to pull away from me, physically or emotionally.
I felt her hand snake between us, instantly getting hard again when her fingers wrapped around me. As dizzy as I was after coming so hard, coupled with my immediate need to be sheathed again in her warmth, I fell to my back when she pushed me, andstared up at her beautiful face, watching how it changed as she took me back into her.
Resting one palm on the soft curve of her waist, I heard the words spoken from my lips before my brain engaged enough to stop me. “I’m never letting you go, Alena. You’re mine now. Forever.”
I stilled, holding my breath, so afraid of what she might say. When she smiled, leaned down, and kissed me, relief spread throughout my body as I exhaled the fear I’d held inside. Then I watched as she lost herself, building her own rhythm, taking what she needed, but never once letting her gaze stray from mine until her neck and back arched and she squeezed me so tightly, it felt like a vice.
I lifted my torso, held her against me, then took over, jackhammering into her until we came together. This time, Alena buried her face in my neck. When I felt her warm tears, I knew nothing was wrong. She was overcome by the same emotion I was, yet not allowing herself to say the words we both believed couldn’t yet be said. It was too soon. I knew that. I also knew the love I felt would continue to thrive and grow until the day I was certain she was ready to hear me speak the words.
20
VERITY
Iheld my breath, waiting for the awkward moment I’d convinced myself was coming, when Henry would become Zeppelin, like Cinderella’s carriage turning into the pumpkin it once was. When regret for what we’d done would replace our overwhelming, all-encompassing desire.
Instead, he rolled my body and held me close, stroking my hair with one hand while his fingers toyed with one nipple, then the other. It felt possessive. Like, at any time, he’d touch me wherever he wanted because I was his.
The other thing I waited for were feelings of fear that I’d lost my mind by believing what was between us was more than an undercover-op hookup.
Henry’s fingers moved to my chin, and he raised my face to look at him.
“That was mind-blowing,” he said, giving me a soft kiss.
Thinking that meant “cuddle time” was over, I eased away. Or tried to. Our bodies were still touching when he tightened his grip.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
