Page 31 of Lethal Vengeance

His breath stutters, and I smile.

Easing me down on my back, he rips off my underwear, and his mouth descends on the center of my desire, devouring me, bringing me to the edge, only to stop. Over and over.

Spread wide, I look down and meet his intense eyes. “Are you going to finish what you started?” I pant, barely able to get the words out. I’m so close.

“Hold on,” he says with a growl.

His mouth drops to my nub and sucks hard, but it’s only the beginning. His wicked tongue flicks rapidly back and forth for several minutes. It changes one more time to a soft suck. My moans tell him which I like better, and he focuses on that one move.

When the edge appears, I find his eyes and let myself fall, my body clenching tightly with heat and desire. He’s curved protectively above me, framed by the stars in the night sky.

His brown eyes are practically obsidian, his own passion riding him hard. Yet he continues to watch me.

“I want you. Now,” I tell him as soon as I can speak again. “But I want to touch you, too.”

“Not yet,” he returns, his voice harsh. “I’m on the edge. One touch from you and it will all be over.” He pulls a condom from his back pocket and shoves the denim down his lean hips.

I raise my head to watch him roll the condom on. Within seconds, he’s pushing into me, inch by inch.

Hands slide under my back, and he pulls me up to face him. “It’s not going to be slow,” he warns me.

I wrap my legs around him tightly. “Hallelujah. I thought I was going to have to beg you to fuck me.”

“Maybe another time,” he retorts, his cock sliding in and out. Hard and fast. His breathing becomes ragged, but he doesn’t slow.

My body tightens, and I moan at the feel of his body in mine. “It feels so good. Keep going, just a little more.” I reach down and bring myself over the edge again.

As soon as my body clenches, he comes, too.

Locked together tightly while our bodies come back down, I take a second to enjoy the feel of him, not moving but still a part of me.

Cool hands rub lightly down my back, soothing me with each stroke.

Once our breathing is under control, he pulls back and gives me one of his usual dominating kisses, like he needs to imprint himself on me.

“That was so much better than me or my toys,” I say with a sigh. It has been too damn long since the last time I had sex. So long, I don’t even remember it.

“We’re not done,” he coolly informs me. “I said, ‘every inch,’ and I’ve only touched the top half.” His hand rubs across my butt. “And I heard your breathless moan when I turned you over. It took every ounce of will I have to stop myself from putting you on your hands and knees. I won’t be so lenient again.”

I push him back and slide off the hood. With a couple of hops and jumps, it only takes a minute to get dressed. When I look over, he’s wearing an amused expression on his face.

“Let’s go.”

14

RAIDER

Cruz strolls in the next morning and sets his tracker on the charger. While he pours himself a cup of coffee, I study him, intrigued by the undercurrent of mood I sense. He’s almostrelaxed.

“Did you hear the weird situation with the girl yesterday?” I ask, puzzled by the incident.

He leans against the counter, mug in hand, and thinks about it for a second. “They thought a girl was missing, but in fact, she had been there the whole time. Somebody miscounted, I guess.”

“A girl went to the showers. An hour later, they conducted their counts, and she was missing. They sounded the alarm. Guards searched but didn’t find her. They lined everyone up again and did a recount. She was there. Said she had been there the whole time,” I briefly recount the incident. When he nods, I smirk. It’s not like him to miss the details. “I find it interesting that the girl who went into the showers isn’t the same girl who showed up for the recount, don’t you?”

He lowers the mug. “Where’s the first girl?”

I frown. “Even I didn’t see where she went.”