Page 72 of Lethal Game

Jason stopped in the bathroom to grab a condom out of the drawer while she stripped off the rest of her clothes.

When he came back to her, she said, "Should I turn out the lights?"

"No. I like looking at you," he said in a way that made her heart jump against her chest and her body flood with desire. His arms wrapped around her as he kissed her lips, her neck, the valley between her breasts, sending more fire shooting through her.

She groaned with delight as every taste and touch sent her nerves tingling. And when they finally made it to the bed, she was more than happy with the light because she enjoyed looking at him, too, at his beautiful, muscled, fit body, at the dark hair that spread across his broad chest.

He was strength and power, and she wanted all of it, all of him. He was eager to give her that and more as they made love with a passionate abandon she'd never experienced before.

Not thinking about the future was more freeing than she would have ever imagined. There was no darkness here, not with Jason, not with how good they were together. It was all light, and it was all amazing, and she would never forget it.

Jason laid back against the pillows with a satisfied breath as Alisa settled into his arms, her head on his chest, her heart pounding against his. He hadn't planned on going where they'd gone, but he was damn glad he had. A small voice told him he might notfeel that way later, but he pushed that voice out of his head, not wanting anything to mar the moment.

Closing his eyes, he drew in another breath and slowly let it out, feeling nothing but pure satisfaction and a strange feeling of contentment. It probably wouldn't last long, but he had it now, and it was something he rarely experienced.

It felt a little terrifying to be that content, that happy, in the middle of so much drama and danger. But they were in their own bubble right now, safe in each other's arms, not just physically safe, but mentally and emotionally. She wasn't thinking about her family, and he wasn't thinking about his. He wasn't even thinking about the job.

He frowned as the word job came into his mind, because now he was thinking about it, and he didn't want to.

Alisa lifted her head and gave him a sweet and sexy smile that drove away all thoughts of work. He brushed her dark-brown hair away from her face so he could see her better.

"Beautiful," he murmured as his fingers caressed the side of her face.

"If that's my new name, I'm good with it," she said with a smile.

"It's what I've been calling you in my head since we first met."

"I was calling youBlue Eyesbecause you have the most striking pair of eyes I've ever seen. Sometimes they're a light blue, sometimes they're dark, but they always hold my gaze. I have a hard time looking away from you."

"Same here."

"Do you get those eyes from your mother or your father, or both?"

"My mother," he said. "But we don't need to talk about family."

"You're right. Family is not the best subject. Let's talk about how amazing that was. I mean, wow. We're good together."

"Yes, we are," he said, feeling a sense of bittersweet emotion at the thought. Because it had been good. But now it was over.

"Oh, no, not that tone…" She shook her head and gave him a look that told him not to go where he was going. "It's not even eleven yet. We have lots of time before tomorrow, before reality comes back, right?"

"Right," he agreed.

"So, we have time to be good together again."

"Definitely. We have all night."

"And I want to take all night, Jason."

He laughed. "You have some high expectations."

She gave him a playful punch. "I wasn't just talking about that, although, I do want to do that again. But I was thinking we could do something else."

"Like talk?"

"Well, maybe not talk. I have a feeling if we talk, we'll start talking about things we don't want to think about right now."

She rolled off him and grabbed the TV remote from the nightstand. "Let's find an old movie on TV, something funny, something we can laugh about."

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