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I increase my speed until she’s wriggling. “Please…”
Her eyes come to mine and my balls tighten. Those translucent blue orbs are giving me a glimpse of my future.
Shitty weeks, bad intel, chasing criminals… my mind travels to the past. All the bloodshed, the friends gone, the fights we lost, and the fights we won.
All of it has brought me to the goddess in my arms.
Everything I ever needed right here.
She senses the change, cupping my chin. Without words, she’s telling me what I need to hear. Her trust, love, and devotion stare back with a force so powerful it singes straight to my core.
My hips ram back up, the piercing scraping against her soft flesh and pulling tight. “Take it, baby.”
“More.”
That’s all I need for my control to snap. Over and over, she takes each brutal stroke, her gaze locked with mine.
She licks her lips, the glint in her eyes transforming into challenge as she rocks into me. The blaze grows between us, the sound of our bodies slapping together ringing in my ears. Her body quakes in my arms until she finally gives way, shouting my name so loud it bounces around the room.
Pleasure takes over and I drive into her twice more, sinking my teeth into her neck as I explode.
She rasps, clenching down and moaning again, coming apart as I pulse inside her. Her warm breath coats my skin, bringing me back to reality.
“I want to move.”
I take a step and she tenses.
“No, I don’t want to move.”
“Then don’t, I have you.”
She slants her head, her face glowing up at me. “That didn’t come out right. Dammit, Ford! You ruined me and my brain cells.”
“Babe, I fucked you hard against a wall in my bathroom. Take a minute.”
“That’s the problem. I was supposed to have the willpower to go through with my plan before we had sex. But I walked in here and found you all… hot, wet, and looking sexy, and my brain short-circuited. I have no self-discipline.”
“Not following you.”
“Look at the towel.”
I glance down at the floor and see nothing but a heap of material.
“It’s sea green,” she clarifies.
“Okay.”
“Can you handle sea green?”
“Is this a trick question?”
“No, it’s a question to a macho male badass who has white, black, and grey decorating all of his space. Can you handle color?” She says the last part slowly and deliberately like she’s holding back.
“The color sea green?”
“Yes!”
“It’s a fucking color. Who cares?”
