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We continued staring into each other’s eyes as I bucked hard against him, pressing the balls of my feet into the tile floor. I tossed my head back and forth, the rush of sensations pitching against the raging climax that was just starting to sweep through me.
Unable to hold back any longer, I threw back my head, whimpering and laughing nervously as tingling jolts of current sliced into every cell and muscle.
“That’s it, baby girl. I adore the shimmer crossing your face when you come.”
His words were scattered, the dark whisper of them almost as enticing as his perfect body. I closed my eyes once again, digging my fingernails into his back, rocking so hard against him that I was fearful we’d fall to the floor. I should have known better. He held my hips so tightly I had a sense my skin would bruise.
And I’d wear the marks proudly.
All time stopped, the thought of losing control all I could think about.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Yes… Yes!” The scream erupting from my lungs as the orgasm powered into me was unrecognizable, my mind one foggy mess of dirty thoughts and images. And I loved the moment of letting go, of surrendering to the man I loved.
The climax refused to abate, the heated sensations keeping beads of perspiration over my lip. I felt his body tensing, every muscle tightening and knew that within seconds, he’d fill me with his seed.
And when he did, the roar he issued was as primal and dangerous as it could get.
This time he didn’t need to remind me that I belonged to him.
Until the end of time.
CHAPTER 22
Maddox
Lucas Marciano.
It had taken me half the night to remember the asshole’s name who’d almost accosted Zoe in New York. The reason was simple. I’d believed him to be nothing more than an enamored older man hungry for a taste of a beautiful girl. After learning about the threat she’d received, the feeling she’d been followed, even seeing a dark figure outside her dorm room, I’d stayed up all night until I’d remembered.
I wasn’t the one she’d described, and I refused to tell her that her fears were real. While the kid we’d followed the day before wasn’t the man who’d touched her on the outside patio, I was certain he remained on the island watching us, biding his time. Maybe I was imagining things myself, but my instinct had never failed me.
The man wasn’t likely a real player, merely someone paid to garner as much information about Zoe as possible. What I didn’t understand was why she wasn’t taken in New York if that hadbeen the intention all along. There were too many things I didn’t understand, which annoyed and angered me.
I stood on the deck drinking my third cup of coffee, my nerves even more on edge than before. I’d allowed her to go to the beach for a short swim, the phone app for the security system easily alerting me to anyone coming within close proximity of the house. Given both sides of the property were wooded, the house was not visible from the road and very few homes were within a few miles, random visitors had never occurred. If I was right and someone was on the island searching for us, unless I’d tripped up in my observation skills, there was no way we’d been followed to the house.
Yet I remained on edge, so much so that I was ready to lock her inside a room. I dragged my tongue across my lips, still able to taste her even after a few hours had passed. She’d changed dramatically in just a few hours, no longer fighting my orders. She’d even brought points and counterpoints regarding the lists I’d prepared of possible enemies. I’d been surprised that she’d had good ideas, including having our internal email system checked for any leaks.
I’d developed a quick and easy program to scan our secure system. While it might take a little while, as long as the internet connection held, I could learn more than I hoped within hours. I glanced at the sky, the clouds forming creating a malevolent atmosphere.
Another bad feeling pooled in the pit of my stomach and I backed into the house, moving toward the kitchen in search of the weather radio I’d purchased after the first weather event I’d endured years before. After searching the cabinets and finally finding it, I had to continue searching for batteries.
By the time I did, ten fucking minutes had passed, enough that I almost dropped them from being angry with myself. I glanced out the kitchen window, unable to see Zoe from where I was standing. The radio in hand, I headed back to the living room, immediately moving out to the deck. As I tried to find a station close, the reception crackling, I searched the beach, about ready to drop everything to hunt her down when I noticed her standing off to the right.
She was standing in the surf, her hand over her eyes as if searching for something. I breathed a sigh of relief, able to keep her in sight and the moment I heard a voice, the French accent was as I would have expected.
The connection was clear at first, the reporter mentioning something about a couple of events being cancelled, which forced me to listen more intently. It didn’t take long to hear the reason for the cancellations.
A tropical storm was rolling in quickly. If the reports were true, it would arrive late the next day. I had no intentions of sticking around for it. The last thing I wanted to do was to get stuck on the island for an extended period of time.
“Fuck.” Now I had to figure out if returning was in our best interest. If Zoe was the target, heading back to New Orleans could mean drawing the danger back to our hometown. Before I had a chance to make a single decision, my phone rang. I yanked it from my pocket, tossing another look toward the beach. She was now sitting in the surf. While the water didn’t appear to be showing signs of the upcoming weather system, my hackles remained raised, my concern increasing.
I didn’t like the dangerous situation whatsoever. It was as if karma had it out for us.
“Tony. What did you find on Zoe in New York? Anything on this Marciano guy?” I’d texted him the information, unable to find anything about him through use of the computer.
“First of all, there was a single unknown phone number who called her, everyone else family or the few friends she had in the city,” he answered.
“Did you trace the number you found?”
