Page 38 of Shadow of the Moon

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Devlin woke up wanting biscuits and gravy. He settled for cold lasagna, and it was damn good. When you’re so hungry your stomach thinks your neck has been cut, you don’t get to be picky.

Amberly was still sleeping, which was fine. He could tell by the neatly stacked laundry that she’d been up well past when he’d crashed. Looking around, he could see she’d done a lot last night. Then he caught sight of something familiar.

Peeking from the corner of her backpack was the little beaded elephant bag he’d gotten her years ago from a stall in Turkey. It had been cheap and quirky, but cute. He picked it up, holding it in his hands. Years ago, she’d kept a sonogram picture of the baby they’d almost had. Was it still in here? Would he be invading her privacy to look?

Unable to help himself, he unzipped the bag. In amongst a few makeup products was a laminated sonogram picture. This was what she’d gone back for in Chicago. It was why she’d risked being caught. To collect the only picture of the only baby she’d almost had.

His throat tightened as he looked at her. Maybe if they’d stayed together, they could have tried again… Dev shook off the melancholy and tucked the bag away in her backpack.

Once done with his Italian breakfast, he headed out the door to reconnoiter. The throbbing in his head had mostly gone away, though he felt like he could sleep another eighteen hours. The morning outside was crisp and fresh. It was the kind of morning that encouraged nursing a coffee on a front porch or in bed with the one you loved.

He’d love to go right back into the bedroom and curl up with her.

They had a fugitive to kill, though.

Devlin looked around, checking for cameras or any other kind of security. Nothing. The lights were on in the office, but when he peered through the window, there was an old man asleep tipped back in an old office chair, almost to the point of toppling over. He wouldn’t see shit.

So, Dev started scouting vehicles. He wasn’t impressed by what he found, though. Yeah, there were a few he could hotwire, but they were beaters not worth his time. One even had the keys hanging from the ignition, almost as if the owner was hoping someone would steal it. Yeah, not today, fuckers.

Dev headed back to the room. They would keep the Charger for now, even though the owner had to have reported it missing by now. Their only advantage was that the iron gray charger was one of thousands, and if he didn’t attract attention unnecessarily, they would be fine.

Amberly had kicked the sheets off when he walked in, and he couldn’t help but admire her. It was obvious she’d worked hard to get her body to this level, and he was proud of her. She looked up at him and smiled, then launched into a bone cracking stretch.

Dev immediately went hard, because her breasts were perfectly outlined by that thin t-shirt. “Oh, baby, you are absolutely stunning.”

“Right,” she drawled, turning her head to him, her eyes sleepy.

Dev knew it wasn’t the ideal time or place, but he needed to do it. Locking the door behind him, he crossed the room and sank down on the bed beside her hip. Without giving her a chance to protest, he leaned down and took her mouth.

“Mm,” she hummed “Good morning. How is your head?”

Dev pulled back to look down at her. “Doesn’t hurt a bit right now,” and he grinned.

Amberly smacked him on the shoulder, even as she pulled him down for another kiss.

Dev probably would have been okay with a good morning kiss, but then she shifted her hips, lying flat, and angling her thigh out in invitation. Saying no was not a possibility, but he did pull back enough to look down at her. “Babe?”

“Let’s not overthink this, Devlin. I want you. You know that. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

Dev couldn’t have asked for anything more. As quickly as he could, he tossed his clothes and settled onto the bed with her. Somehow, she’d gotten her own panties off while he was distracted. Opening her arms, she guided him to nestle between her thighs.

Dev really tried to go slow, but when she met his mouth with her own, her tongue sweeping out to slide against his, he knew neither one of them were going to last long. Lifting her knees, Amberly reached down with one hand and guided him into her.

Dev’s throat tightened with emotion as he felt the sweetest homecoming ever, gliding into her body. They’d said it to each other many times over the years. The house was not the home. Home was the person inside the house. And home was finding the person that matched you perfectly, who was your counterpoint.

As he slid into her, it literally felt like he had found his other half. Again. He’d found her once and lost her. But he wasn’t going to lose her again. The sense of familiarity and peace he felt was more important to him than the orgasm rolling his way.

“Oh,” she breathed, her hands coming up to cup his face. “I’ve missed you.”

His hips flexed spasmodically, surging into her again and again, and he could feel her shudder beneath him. Deliberately, he slowed, arching more forcefully into her, then pulling out, the way he knew she liked. Bumping her cervix really revved her up, and if he did it right, he could give her several rolling orgasms that way.

“Oh, you bastard,” she panted. “I have missed this so bad.”

Dev pushed up on his arms to look down at her, grinding his hips hard. Amberly’s eyelids fluttered, and even in the dim light from the bathroom he could see the red flushing across her chest. That was a clear sign of her arousal. It had been there yesterday morning when he’d checked her arm, and it had gotten him hard then.

The woman was everything to him.

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