Page 20 of Chaos has a Name (An FBI Romance/Thriller #66)

“Coming back isn’t all bad,” he whispered, staring into her icy-blue eyes. “We found us again.”

Yes, yes, they did.

Scooping her up, he put her on the couch, and found a way to nestle between her thighs. She was against the arm, and he was enjoying the view.

“EJ,” she whispered.

Oh, he was here for her.

It was rare that he her all to himself, so he took full advantage of it.

Blackhawk blew warm air across the nipple closest to him, and it pebbled into the perfect berry.

Fuck.

His dick reacted, going rock-hard at the sight too. Yeah, he missed moments like this.

Now, he desperately needed her.

Together, they’d navigate this, and find a way through it together. Whatever Wyler chose, they would survive either way, and find an opportunity to get stronger.

Better.

Happier.

They would overcome—like always.

Enjoying his naked wife, minus her heels and thigh highs, he caught her nipple between his lips, and suckled enough to get her to moan.

And she did.

Big-time.

When her eyes fluttered open, he found her hands, and made sure she was pinned to the couch as he began his journey lower.

Their fingers were twined, and she was trapped beneath him.

This was where he liked her.

Beneath him.

As he found her other nipple, this time, he was a little rougher.

When he tugged on the piercing, she moaned, trying to keep her voice down.

Only, it was so damn difficult. Her husband’s mouth was wicked.

“God. I want you, Elizabeth,” he admitted. “I’ll never not want you,” he added, going back and forth between the two nipples.

When he pulled on the piercing, her reaction sent shocks of electricity to his dick.

It drove up the heat in that room.

“Ethan,” she moaned, as he kept driving her wild with his mouth and her nipples.

She was now so wet, she felt like she would die if he didn’t take her on that couch.

Because his leg was right there, pressed to her, Elizabeth’s wetness woke him up even more.

When he set one of her nipples free, he stared down into her eyes.

“I love you. Thank you for protecting me this last week. I’m going to be good. I promise.”

She was grateful.

“I need you to protect me now,” she admitted. “I don’t feel stable yet.”

Oh, he understood.

Wyler’s cancer knocked her to her knees, but he’d help her get back up.

Ethan would do anything for her. While she could decompartmentalize just about everything, the one thing that would take her down, forever, was a family situation.

To show his wife what she meant to him, he took her mouth so fast that she gasped from the oral assault.

It was erotic.

The idea of having sex in her office…

Ethan Blackhawk was a man on fire, and she wasn’t saying no to this moment alone.

Not to him.

Not ever.

Honestly, she did need him.

Together, they dove headlong back into that pleasure, and once more, he managed to get her pinned beneath him. The whole time, Ethan was leaving bites and kisses to her neck.

Damaged Ethan was gone, and much stronger Ethan was here to save the day.

As he led, she followed. The bottom line for her was that the need for him would never stop.

Ever.

“Ethan,” she whispered.

When he lifted his head, she saw that need, heat, and lust in his eyes. Yeah, Tala was definitely gone, and her man was back.

“What you did for me only makes me love you more, Lyzee,” he admitted. “When I was struggling, you crossed all the lines to save me. How do I ever pay that back?”

She knew.

“You don’t pay it back, my love. You know that we’re always going to be there for each other. No matter what happens, we’re the original ride or dies.”

That was true.

“I gave you what you give me. You’re one of my soulmates, EJ. You’re the one who came first and fixed me after I was devastated. You healed me. I would do anything for you.”

Oh, he was aware.

Changing the tone of the moment, he kissed her, and it was tender.

It was full of love.

His erection was pressed to her thigh, and she knew he felt everything that she was.

Ethan was rock hard.

He was finding his footing in time to help her find hers.

“I need to be here for you,” he admitted. “I will always love you, and be here when you feel weak. I may have moments where I struggle, but I’m still me.”

And he was.

Ethan was tenacious, and he would always come for her when she needed him.

Tala was fun, but Ethan…he was the man she loved with all of her heart.

“I love you, EJ. I’ll always love you.”

He was aware.

She was the keeper of his heart. Gene protected him first, but she made their love something tangible. She made them a family.

Now, he’d take care of her. Ethan was loyal to a fault, and he would always protect her.

No.

Matter.

What.

“My wife.”

Oh, two could play that game.

“My husband,” she said back. “Make love to me, EJ. I need you right now. I’m struggling.”

That was all he had to hear.

He kissed her again, and this time, he controlled the gentle mating of mouths.

As his lips moved over hers, Ethan shared what was in him.

His love.

He held nothing back from the woman who shared all of her.

There was no need to hold back. They were bound together forever.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Elizabeth fell into that wicked kiss, and it was the best feeling in the world to be trapped below him in this office.

Some things never changed.

That was for damn sure.

Since escaping Philadelphia, so much had changed. They were grandparents together, and he had begun healing. With Javier Hughes and David Neives dead, her man would survive.

Bet.

On.

It.

As he kissed her with all he had, worshiping the woman he loved, the heat between them exploded. It was a fast, hot burn, and he was there for it.

Bring it on.

“My Elizabeth,” he whispered, making that solemn vow to her. He might have done a handfasting with Gene, but at their core was one person.

HER.

Truthfully, the breathless sound of her name on his lips sent goosebumps across her body.

Yeah, they would be okay here. She’d bet on it. Despite what Wyler chose, they would be able to hold back the storm.

That was what made them powerful.

LOVE.

It was a shield.

Moving, she shoved him back, and Elizabeth found herself on top, with Ethan willingly trapped beneath her.

It was time.

It was her turn to enjoy his magnificent body. There was nothing she liked more than the visual of him on his back, and hers to explore.

It was a welcome distraction.

“Baby,” he whispered, his body alive with her touch. Elizabeth’s hands were tracing a trail down his body, right to his dick.

And he wanted more.

The whole time she touched him, tormenting him with her fingers, he knew what he craved.

Everything.

Going lower, all the while teasing, and tormenting with nips and kisses across his flesh, he swore the room was melting around them.

He was on fire.

The whole time, he struggled with his overwhelming need of taking her as she played with his body to distract herself.

Oh, he’d not cum in a few days. Someone was ready to blow. What he needed was her.

“Elizabeth!” he whimpered as he knew right where she was heading.

God.

He wanted her mouth on him in the worst way.

Her hands were everywhere, and he knew that his wife was a master of seduction. She was one of the few ways to make him crumble.

The pleasure that was wrapping around them was already overwhelming.

It would only get wilder.

He’d bet on it.

As his wife was driving him insane with the gentle touches to his body, Ethan knew what he craved.

When she bit him on his hip, his body shook.

“Yes, Baby, more of that, please. Fuck! A lot more, Elizabeth!”

She was heading South, with only one goal in sight. She was tormenting him.

To make him go wild.

And he couldn’t wait.

“Yessss,” he whispered, as she bit him on his inner thigh, making his erection bounce in anticipation. “I need you, Elizabeth!”

Oh, she needed him just as much.

But first, she’d take her time.

Her husband was a very attractive man, and she wanted to partake in this sexiness.

And remember their times here.

Forever.

Now, she went to her knees, and he was spread wide for her to find her place between his thighs.

As she blew air across his erection, Ethan’s ab muscles quivered in response.

God.

This might kill him.

He was painfully erect, and his dick was weeping in need. What he wanted was her attention focused there.

Now, this was the way to welcome their return to the place that started it all.

It was the place where they found Callen, and they started their relationships.

In a way, it was home.

There was nothing that Ethan wanted more than having the woman he loved use his body to satisfy her own needs.

“Enjoy me,” he muttered, knowing she would.

The teasing only intensified.

His wicked wife was stroking, and exploring his body. He knew that she wanted to push the limits, and she would.

“God. I love when you drive me insane,” he stated, knowing they only had so much time before that phone buzzed them.

They had to hurry.

Oh, urgency was there, but not only for that reason. They both needed this.

She focused on his erection, and tugged on his balls, getting him to moan.

Ethan was on the cusp.

It was never lost on him that each of his loved ones had a vastly different way to do sex. This was the coquettish version of his wife.

The playful version.

“Jesus!” he whispered, as she tugged, played, and drove him wild. When her fingers had no boundary, and slipped across his ass, he fought the eruption.

God.

She was touching everywhere.

And he was here for it.

“Please,” he begged.

Because she loved hearing him wild and on the edge, she tormented him further, flicking her tongue over his dick piercing.

When you played with sexy men who liked some hardware, you learned ways to drive them wild. With her tongue, she toyed with it as his balls were still in a death grip.

He moaned.

Ethan was so hard that he was beginning to breathe heavily as if he was about to cum.

Because he was.

While using her mouth, she worked his dick in her hand, making him even harder.