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“God, I want to fuck this sweet cunt so bad,” he breathed the hot mumbled words on her, just a hairs width from her glistening flesh.
“Are you hard?” she whimpered, pushing his head back enough that she could look him in the eye, and the flash of black fire in his gaze made her groan and fall onto her back on the counter. “Oh, God, beau, don’t tell me that.” With her palms on her forehead, she ran her fingers through her hair.
Wrapping his strong arms around her thighs, he pulled her to his mouth, drawing her clit between his lips. He massaged it with his strong tongue, sucking and pampering it. He spread his hands on her pubis, his thumbs pushing down through her folds to push inside her.
She bucked up at the fiery shot of bliss that forced her to push into his mouth. “Oh, Brodie! Fuck me! Please, baby—”
He closed his teeth and squeezed her clit against her pubis, stimulating it with pressure on both sides. All she could think about was his dick, in his pants, so close to her, yet he was withholding the weapon she coveted. Opening his mouth in a hiss, the pressure of his breath took her to the pinnacle. Screaming out his name again, she arched and panted, trying in vain to take in the oxygen she needed to fuel this high.
Her body was still dragging on the cool counter beneath her with every heaved breath she took. Her legs hung loose over the edge, her hands were covering her eyes with her fingers in her hair, and the arousal still scorched the peaked hairs all over her skin.
When the weight of his hands landed on her knees and pushed up the front of her thighs, she let her hands fall away, and she smiled at him standing there between her legs, stroking her skin. The look of pride in his expression morphed to a concern that hung for a second, and then she saw him change his mind and try to hide the abrupt evolution of emotion his expression had betrayed.
“What?” she asked, sitting up to slip her hands onto his ribs under his arms.
He curved an arm around her to pull her forward so he could kiss her hairline. “Nothing,” he said.
Zara caught him with her legs when he tried to withdraw. “Tell me. Your face just did a weird thing. What freaked you out?”
“Nothing freaked me out, I just had a thought I’ve never had before,” he said and probably thought that this was going to be enough to satisfy her interest. It wasn’t. She tilted her head and raised her brows, she wasn’t going to let this go. “I love you.”
“You’ve never had that thought before?” she asked because she knew he had thought that before and suspected he was trying to distract her.
He exhaled. “I’m happy. That’s what I thought. This. Right now. It’s… perfect.”
An odd word to choose given all the crap that was going on in every other area of their lives, yet she got what he meant. Smiling again, she stretched her arms and legs all the way around him to clamp her body to his.
“You make me happy,” she said. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
His open hands moved up and down her spine while he spoke into the top of her head. “It would be better if we could take that food and go upstairs to spend the rest of the night together.” He patted her, but she didn’t let go, so he had to seek out her hands to force them from his body. She was disappointed but knew that the mission was more important than their relationship. “Hey,” he said, somehow reading her thoughts. He curled his index finger under her chin and with his thumb on the front, he tipped her head back. “This will all be over soon.”
Wanting to put him at ease, she smiled, but it felt like she’d heard that a lot. There was always one more bad guy chasing them down or some con where no one knew quite where they stood. “I know,” she said, but the words weren’t quite as hearty as he needed them to be because he frowned again.
“You want me to stay?” he asked. “If you want to call this whole thing off and split town now we—”
“And what? Leave Cuckoo in charge of the company? It’s a race now to see who’ll find Winter Chill first. If we win, we control everything. But if she wins…”
He nodded, understanding without her having to finish. “Then I better get going,” he said and kissed her before easing away from her.
“Wait,” she said, grabbing for him again.
Making love had kept her from getting her own answers. She hadn’t been updated with the full details of Brodie’s morning with Tuck chasing Kahlil, and they still had to make plans for when to do the Game Time deal.
“What?”
“How long did you tail Kahlil for this morning?” she asked.
“From when we left the hotel right up to your meeting with him. You took a risk.”
“I knew you’d be there,” she said, the tension seeped out of her body. Being this close to the man she loved did that, it kept her focused.
Running two fingers down from the hair at her temple, he tucked the lock in the scissor of his fingers behind her ear. “I think you should wear an earpiece permanently.”
She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or teasing her again. “So that when you’re stalking me, you can whisper sweet nothings?”
“So I can tell you when it’s a stupid decision to go to a meeting with a known criminal without backup.”
Sagging forward, she rested both forearms on his chest. “Kahlil called me right before my meeting with Cuckoo—”
