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Rosalie didn’t tryand counter Cannon. She was too overtaken by his statement and too turned on by his dominant display. If the precise way he lined up his hard cock with her center was one of the skills he’d spoken about earlier, she’d give him a gold star.
Cannon gripped her hip with his free hand. “Tell me, Rosalie.”
“Tell you what?” She’d say anything to make him slam into her and release the coiled tension rippling in her belly.
He leaned closer, his mouth inches from hers. “Tell me that we’re in this together.”
“Cannon, please.” She tilted her hips, seeking friction and cursing the clothes between them.
“Tell me.” The command in his tone almost sent her over the edge.
“We’re in this together.” She panted the words. “You and me, I promise.”
She’d trusted him from the start, and much to her surprise, something in her craved for him to take control and launch her out of reality so she could feel something positive.
Pleasurable.
Delectable satisfaction she’d never imagined.
He dipped his head and growled as he grazed his teeth on her hard nipple. “Together, Snow Angel. Don’t you forget it.”
She gasped and arched beneath him. “I won’t.”
“Good.”
The single word ground from his throat as the powerful pressure of his hips flattened her to the mattress. His thick cock pulsed against her belly. The support bar underneath dug into her spine. She welcomed the pain in her back as the skin-to-skin contact she’d been seeking crackled sparks up her torso and down to her toes.
What had she just promised him?
Together.
Later, she’d set parameters for what that meant, but right now, if his idea of being in this together had him inside of her in the next minute, she’d hand him her badge and decree him director of the FBI for God’s sake.
He released her wrists, and she dug her fingertips into the couch cushions behind her. “Please, Cannon. Now.”
He dropped his hand between them, yanked down her panties, and moved his thumb against her clit. Electricity jolted her like a livewire. How could one touch bring her so close to feeling everything she hadn’t let herself feel in two years?
God, she didn’t deserve to feel this good. Not when she hadn’t fulfilled the promise to find her father’s killer.
He slipped a finger inside her. “Christ, Rosalie.” He added a second finger and thrust them in and out in a smooth assault. “You feel fucking incredible.”
A needy hum rumbled her agreement. As her inner muscles gripped his talented fingers, her grip on why she shouldn’t allow herself to feel this good, this weightless, stalled along with reality.
“Snow Angel,” he growled. With a twist of his wrist, he pressed deeper, hitting a spot that triggered tremors. “The next time I’m between your legs, my mouth will join the party.”
She bit her lip and almost exploded at the memory of what magic Cannon had conjured earlier with his tongue. “Promise?”
“I always keep my promises.” He crawled up her curves. “Whether it’s to protect you or give you an orgasm you’ll never forget, I won’t let you down, but right now, I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
“Oh God.” Cockiness had never sounded so sexy.
As he pushed her legs farther apart with his knees, she traced the beautiful dips of his abs in a zigzag pattern down to the dark-haired trail that disappeared inside his pants.
“Shit.” He stilled her hand. “We need a condom.”
Shitwas right. She’d let her guard down, but he had her back. He’d been concerned for her safety since the moment they’d met, right before she’d taken the plunge down Lucifer’s Lair. With him staring at her with those intense eyes and brutallyhandsome features and his strong, ripped body shielding her from anyone or anything that might come through the doorway, she felt safe enough to take any plunge with him.
“I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical, which came back clean.”
