Page 90 of Locked In Ice

Those words…

“Not even when Sam pointed a gun at me, and I was pretty sure I couldn’t get off my shot before he fired at me.”

His hands slid down her body.Hugged her waist.“I was okay.”

“He wanted to push you over the edge.He wanted you to kill Gerald.”

“Everyone thinks I’m a monster…”

“Iknowyou’re not.”Her right hand flew up.Pressed to his stubble-covered jaw.“I know exactly what—and who—you are.There is nothing evil about you.”

“Everyone but you,” he finished roughly.His mouth took hers again.A deep, drugging kiss, and he knew that it was true.He also knew that the only opinion that mattered to him?

Ophelia’s.And not because Memphis had wanted her damn profile.But because Lane needed her so much.

He swallowed her moan and wanted to absolutely devour her.And he would.But first…

He let her go.Stripped.Yanked open the shower door, turned on the water, and hauled them both beneath the spray.Ophelia laughed because she still had on her panties.Her hands went to shove them down, and he tried to help.

They ripped the panties.Shredded them.

She laughed again.Such a beautiful, free sound.Perfect for Ophelia.

They kissed beneath the warm spray.He stroked the soap over her body.Every perfect inch.Dipped his soapy fingers between her legs.Made sure to rub her so well.

“Lane!”Her hand slammed into the tiled shower wall for support.

He thought her knees might have almost buckled.He loved the way she held nothing back with him.Only fair because from the first night in the hotel, he hadn’t been able to hold anything back with her.He’d wanted her too much.Still did.

She paid him back for the sensual cleaning by stroking soap over him.Teasing his nipples.Pumping his dick until he thought he’d go out of his mind.He barely managed to yank off the water.Lane picked her up, and screw it, he put her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed.

She laughed again.Music to his heart.

Soaking wet, they crashed onto the bed.He crawled on top of her.Her legs parted.His eager dick shoved against her.“Condom,” he gritted out.

“I borrowed a few from you earlier.You’d left them out in the guest room, and I took the liberty of putting some in my nightstand.Hope you don’t mind…” Breathless.

Mind?He kissed her harder to show how much he did not mind her taking the condoms.Then he leaned over and nearly broke the bedside drawer as he took a condom from the nightstand.But before he could put it on, Ophelia stole it from him.She opened the pack.Positioned the condom, then slowly rolled it over his dick.

Torture.

“Baby…”

Her head lifted.She smiled at him.

That was the moment his control shattered.

He tumbled her back onto the bed.Shoved her thighs apart and sank into her as deep as he could go.She moaned and he growled and he knew…“Mine.”His thrusts were savage, so wild, and she met him with eager arches of her hips.

He should hold back.Take his time.

But she was tight and hot and nothing had ever felt as good in his life as Ophelia did.His hand snaked between them.He didn’t just stroke her clit.He owned it.He knew what she liked.What she wanted.What it would take to make her detonate beneath him.

He drove into her and pushed her straight into her first climax.A quick scream broke from Ophelia.

Gentle.Gentle.A mantra in his head, but his body wouldn’t listen.He thrust into her faster and harder, and her climax made her slick and so fucking hot beneath him.He pounded into her even as her legs clamped greedily around him.

His mouth went to her throat.He licked.Sucked the skin.Bit.

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