Page 38 of Renegade (The Santini Assassins #2)

At the stop light, he glanced over. The blue of his eyes was masked by his dilated black pupils. “I need you, Austin.”

She chugged down a deep breath. “I’m dying for you too. Let’s escape for a little while.”

He placed his hand over hers, released another sexy growl, and headed toward Arlington. “My place, but I gotta make a stop first.”

The air became charged with energy. Her pulse shot up, the desire to kiss him took hold. If she started kissing him, she’d maul him in his seat, him so she squirmed in hers to slow the need.

He drove to a shopping center in Arlington, parked. She glanced at the store fronts, her gaze stilling on the grocery store. “Do you need condoms?”

“No.” He flashed her a devilish smile. “C’mon.” He got out.

She pushed open the SUV door. He clasped her hand and they walked toward a boutique at the end of the shopping center.

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“I think we’re gonna find what we need here.” He opened the door. She paused to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her flush against him, and kissed her so damn good, her legs felt like jelly.

She walked inside.

The boutique was filled with racks of ladies’ clothing. He took her hand, led her to the back where several shelves held stacks of sex toys, their discreet boxes revealing little.

A saleswoman approached. “What can I help you find?”

Caroline glanced at Grey, then at the woman. “I’d like a butt plug.”

“For you or both?” she asked.

“Just me,” Caroline replied as the pulsing between her legs grew stronger. She’d never owned anything beyond a few vibrators.

More than the toys, she loved that he’d remembered, loved that he wanted to do this for her.

“Have you done anal play?” she asked.

“No,” they both replied.

The clerk selected a box and pulled out a decent-sized plug wrapped in clear cellophane. “These aren’t returnable, but I’ve been doing this long enough to know that it’s better to start off right than try to be an over-achiever.”

Caroline and Grey laughed.

The woman pulled a small plastic bottle of lube. “Clean yourself first,” she said to Caroline. “You can use a water-based lube for the plug because it’s silicone, but if you move on to anal play with him—” she pulled a different lube and handed it to Grey—“you’ll want this.”

“This is perfect,” Caroline said.

“Take your time and look around.”

Grey walked over to the one of the clothing racks. After spending a moment sorting through, he pulled out a bright blue top with peak-a-boo shoulders and held it up for her. “Yes?”

She walked over, examined the shirt. “It’s pretty.”

“We’re not gonna have time to head to your place, so pick something for dinner.”

Caroline’s heart blossomed. This was a side of Grey she’d never seen… and she loved it. She paired the blue shirt with a pair of jeans.

At the sales counter, the clerk asked, “What’s the occasion?”

“I’m meeting his family.”

The employee walked over to a different rack, pulled a black jumpsuit. “This would look beautiful on you. It’s more upscale without going overboard.”

“This is great,” Caroline said.

“We’ll take everything,” he said.

The clerk smiled. “He’s a keeper.”

At the counter, Caroline pulled out her credit card. Greystone took it, handed the clerk his, and offered Caroline’s back to her. “Happy belated birthday, Bella.”

She kissed him. “Thank you.”

Five minutes later, he parked in the driveway of a modest home in Arlington. He pulled his Glock from the glovebox, tucked it into his holster before carrying the bags up the short walkway. “Langley put me here.”

He keyed his way in, but instead of gesturing for her to enter, he pulled his gun and walked into his home. She waited in the small foyer while he cleared the house.

When he returned, she said, “There are surveillance cameras outside.”

“I always check. Been doin’ it for years.” He shut and bolted the front door.

The snap of that lock silenced every damn voice in her head that said she should be doing this, or she ought to be following up on that, or she needed to work. Everything vanished but the beast of a man standing inches away, eyeing her like he could eat her alive.

Desire and lust and greed sprang to the forefront, and she flew into his arms. They came together in a torrent of energy.

She wrapped her arms around him, he snaked his around her and palmed her ass.

Their kiss was hard and wild and so damn satisfying.

She clawed at his back, eager to rip off his shirt and feel his skin against hers.

He bit her chin, she roared in his ear. The intensity of their embrace had her gasping for breath… and they’d only just begun.

She wanted to slow down, wanted to appreciate his hard, bulging muscles, and warm, perfect lips, but she needed him inside her. Completely inside her.

Still in his arms, she tore off her black shirt. “God, I need you. Now. Fast and hard and crazy good, like only you can give me.”

Her insides were throbbing, her nipples straining against her sports bra. She needed them naked, with him rooted inside her, before the damn phone rang and destroyed their perfect moment.

Using a soft touch, she removed his hair tie, ran her fingers through his mane.

And she dropped kisses on his cheeks and on the tip of his perfectly straight nose.

Then, she stroked his beard, appreciating the prickly hairs on her finger pads.

But when she traced his lips, she had to kiss him again.

He groaned into her, and tongued her with a wildness that had her moaning his name, like a prayer.

Breaking away, she glanced around. The house was basic, but she was looking for a soft place to land. As if he could read her mind, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the rear of the house.

His bedroom.

Another wave of adrenaline cascaded through her.

He set her down next to the bed, tugged off his shirt, then kicked off his pants.

Grey in his boxer briefs slayed her on the spot.

This Adonis was hers to play with, to feast on, to ravage.

Strong hands unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, and tugged them down.

She stepped out and slowly removed her bra.

The energy in that room accelerated to Mach One when his ravenous gaze slid to her tits.

“Fuck, you’ve got amazing breasts.” He cupped them, teased her hard nipples, but it was the fire in his eyes that burned through her like a thousand-watt laser.

“Suck them.” The ache in her voice sent a tremble through her. She was on fire, desperate to take him inside her.

When he dipped down, his hair flowed across her chest. She moved away the long locks, and watched with complete fascination at the talented way he stroked her areola with the tip of his finger, then replaced his finger with his tongue.

“Ohgod,” she murmured.

With gentle strokes, he outlined her tender flesh, flicked her nipple with his tongue, then covered it with his mouth and sucked. Fireworks exploded through her sex-starved body. His licking turned feral, his biting had her uttering sounds she couldn’t recognize.

“Sexy,” he said as he fondled her other breast.

Her insides pulsed so hard, she slid her hand between her legs. Without breaking his pattern, he removed her hand

“No,” was all he said.

Then, he broke away, the utter desire in his eyes had her shuddering in a shaky breath.

He threw back the linens, sat on the edge, gripped her hips, and hauled her close.

While he rubbed her ass with one hand, he slipped his other between her legs.

But he didn’t touch her pussy, didn’t go near her clit either.

She widened her stance and he caressed the inside of her thighs, while energy zinged through her, her skin tingling, her head buzzing .

“Butt plug,” he said.

“No, later. I need you in me.”

In one smooth move, he laid back on the bed, pulling her onto him, and continued touching her. He caressed her heated skin while she stroked his chest. Her gaze jumping from his beautiful pecs to his eyes, then to his massive shoulders, then back to his face.

“Condom,” he said.

She didn’t want a condom, but she didn’t know where they stood. She stilled, her brow furrowed.

“There’s no one else.” He glanced at the bedside table. “Grab one.”

She pulled open the drawer, pulled out the box he’d used at the club. “I don’t want this. I want you, just you.” She dropped the box into the drawer, repositioned so she could stroke his hardened shaft. “I’m on the Pill.”

Then, she dipped down, took him into her mouth. A perfect monument that tasted like sin and felt like heaven. She’d soaked her panties so completely, she wouldn’t be able to wear them.

“Mmmm,” she said as she took him in further.

She licked him like a popsicle, sucked him with fervor, but when his balls began to tighten, she slowly pulled him out.

“Fuck, me,” she commanded. “Hard and fast, and so damn deep.”

In seconds, he had her on her back and was peering down at her.

“Deep,” she said on a moan. “All the way in with your massive cock.”

His gaze never left hers as he fisted his cock and pressed it against her wet pussy. She spread wide, the anticipation of euphoria made her lids heavy, her insides pounding and pounding and pounding, the frenetic rhythm making her writhe with need .

And then, he tunneled in with a ferocity that had her crying out, the onslaught of pleasure searing her.

With him rooted inside her, she started moving, every inch sending delight spreading through her.

He kissed her, she raked his tongue with her teeth, she couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop touching him, his deep thrusting had her flying into the stratosphere.

He fucked her like she’d never been fucked before.

She was on fire, the orgasm starting deep inside her.

And then, the release.

Like being struck by lightning, it ripped through her. She shook, she shuddered, she never, ever wanted the ecstasy to end.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She stared into his eyes while he murmured, “I’m coming, Caroline. It’s all for you, baby. All for you.” And he unloaded into her.

When he finished, he kissed her, the passion in his embrace making her feel like the luckiest woman on earth. As they slowly floated back down, emotion pricked her eyes.

She’d fallen in love with him. Full-on, no-holds-barred love.

She could have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. If that scared him away, he wasn’t for her. A single tear trickled down her cheek. With a tender touch, he brushed it away.

“I love you, Bella.”

Through the tears, she smiled, then she kissed him. “I love you back, Grey Stone.”

They shared a smile, but this one was different. This one came from the depths of his soul. She’d never cried with any of her former lovers, but this relationship was different.

One of a kind.

“You took good, good care of me,” she said.

“My sexy, sexy angel,” he replied before kissing her.

His phone binged. She wanted to ignore it, but she couldn’t. Slowly, she nudged him away. When they separated, she immediately missed their intimate connection. “Yowza, you’re a big boy.”

He retrieved his phone, read the text from Sin, and handed it to her.

Dakota and I got to BS early. Still no talking. Minus some fingers. Enjoy your fam dinner

Grey was locked in on her.

“What?” she asked.

“I like lookin’ at you.”

She sat on the bed’s edge and kissed him. “How are you doing?”

“Better now.” He pushed onto his elbows and kissed her. “You?”

“How are we for time?”

“You want an encore?”

She laughed. “Hell, yeah. Do we have time?”

He glanced at his phone. “All good.”

“I’m getting my new present.” She waggled her eyebrows, retrieved the sex toy from the bag in the living room, and returned to the bedroom.

While she cleaned herself up and washed the plug, her mind wandered to Grey. She loved that he’d brought her back to his place. Even more, she loved that he told her how he felt. Tingles floated through her as she returned to the bedroom.

Grey was head down on his phone, the divot between his brows deeper than usual.

She’d fallen in love with a total badass. The same man she’d lusted after for so many years, had stolen her heart.

It doesn’t feel real, but I’m going to love every minute of him. I’m his for as long as he’ll have me.