Page 144 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

Leading her back to the bed, he sat on the edge and drew her into his lap. He pulled the plate of food onto the bed next to him and proceeded to share the meal with her, interspersing bites of food with soft kisses and stroking her in an inordinately sensual and satisfying way.

“Talk to me,” he urged.

Finn shook her head. “I can’t.”

“You can; you just don’t want to. I’m willing to let it slide for a few days, but you need to know we’re going to get this talked out. I’m not sure why it upsets you when I tell you I love you or why I had to force you to say it, but I’m not going to stop telling you how I feel.”

“You don’t understand…”

“How can I when you won’t talk to me? I swear, Finn, you’ve been withholding information from the day I met you. That bullshit is going to stop, and at some point, I’m just going to force the issue one way or another.”

“What makes you think you have that right?” she asked, exasperated with his calm demeanor.

“I’m the guy who loves you, and I want you to be happy.”

“What if that isn’t with you?” she whispered.

“That’s your fear talking, and we both know it. The woman who freed herself from a hostage situation isn’t a woman who lives her life making fear-based decisions. I love you, Finn, and you’d better get used to hearing me say it… and better start believing it.”

Finn wanted to believe, but one too many bad relationships, not only hers but those of others, had made her skeptical. Then there was the practical side of her personality. How was a free-spirited photojournalist supposed to live with a guy whose whole life was based on being in command—a SEAL, a cowboy, and now some kind of mercenary in a business suit? Finn’s whole life had been spent not conforming or following the path others laid before her. She liked who she was and the outcome of her choices. Was she ready to throw it all away for a man who had laid siege to her emotions?

Not knowing what to say or how it might be perceived, Finn initiated a kiss, knowing he would wrestle control from her until he was the one doing the dominating, and she was the one who surrendered.

Croft turned and swung her up into the bed and onto her back.

“That’s not always going to work, you know,” he said as he began to assault her senses.

He leaned over and kissed her mouth while his hand slid between her legs and rubbed her clit in circles, giving her a brief respite as she was close to a climax before reversing the direction he caressed her. Moving her hips in rhythm with his thumb, Finn’s breathing became ragged and labored as her body strove to find completion at his hands. As she started to come, he slipped two fingers in her sheath and pumped them vigorously, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

Croft silenced her, claiming her mouth with his and using his tongue to stroke and play with hers before releasing it to kiss and nibble down the column of her throat. He let her body start to settle, but before she could recover completely, he stilled his hand and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and nipped it gently, causing her to take a sharp intake of her breath. He soothed the nipple with his tongue, then sucked again. Finn brought one of her hands up to play with her other nipple. It seemed the more she experienced Croft’s lovemaking, the more she craved. He slapped her hand away and tweaked it with his own.

“You don’t play with what’s mine. I own all of you—tits, clit, pussy, and ass. I’m the one who determines when, where, and how they get used, not you,” Croft growled.

His mouth took possession of her other nipple, pinching and squeezing the one not in his mouth with his other hand. He moved one of his thighs between hers, bringing it into direct contact with her pussy and clit, and allowed her to rub against him. She felt his cock throbbing between her legs and wondered why he didn’t mount her and drive it deep into her cunt.

Croft increased his attention to her nipples, and Finn’s body responded as another orgasm built. He alternated between soft and deep suckling and the occasional nip or pinch. Finn rewarded his attentions by climaxing, crying out for him.

“Jesus, Croft. Fuck me!” she wailed, causing him to chuckle at her distress.

He ran his hand down her body, encouraging her to spread her legs wider as he rolled over on top of her and settled himself in the cradle of her hips. His cock probed to find her slit and once found, penetrated her deeply with one thrust. He had built such a deep need in her, he needed to do nothing more than possess her for her to climax. She gasped and flexed her fingers into hisback as she came. Croft moved his hands down to cup her ass and hold her still as he moved against her.

“God, I love fucking you,” he groaned. “Nothing has ever felt better or more right.”

Holding her close, he thrust with more power and slowly increased his speed. He fucked her through two more orgasms before he finally started the rhythm she knew would allow him to finish with her. As he stroked her with long, deliberate movements, he reveled in her response. When they finally came together, he released his cum into her in harsh, short spurts.

Croft raised up on his forearms and looked down into her eyes before lowering his head and raining kisses all over her face. He moved as if he was going to withdraw and roll over next to her, but Finn clung to him.

“Stay,” she whispered. “I need to feel you…”

“What is it, Finn?” He looked at her quizzically.

“I don’t know. I just need to be connected to you…”

“You are, sweetheart.”

“No, physically, emotionally… I can’t explain it. Please?”

“Shh,” he soothed. “I’m not going anywhere. I just don’t want you to have to bear my weight once we’ve finished.”

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