Page 88 of Evening Shadows

As if to keep up with her exploration, his free hand burned its way down her body, then moved between her thighs.

“Sweetheart, you’re wet for me.”

He didn’t have to tell her that, she knew. “I want you inside me.” While she’d love more foreplay, she didn’t wish to wait any longer. She pulsed with her need for him.

He grinned and rolled onto his back. “You don’t have to tell me that twice.”

A giggle bubbled out and didn’t fit in their setting. It went to show how easy they meshed.

Straddling Ken, she avoided looking at the burns but noticed something she’d somehow been missing. Near his left arm socket, a round scar as big as a nickel stood out. Tentatively, she reached out and touched it. She didn’t need to ask.

“The bullet hit around the edge of my vest. Bled like crazy. That one evened up Jesse and me saving each other’s lives, dragging one back wounded from a battlefield of sorts. Then, he got hurt again.”

Tears misted her eyes at all this man had endured in his life.

“Enough of that. If you don’t slide yourself down, I’ll pick you up and do it.” He closed his eyes and tensed. “Shit. Condom.”

“Oh.” In her mind, she screamed,Nooooooo!

“There’s one in my wallet. Back pants pocket.”

“I’ll get it.” She climbed from the bed, nearly ripping his wallet from the pants pocket to hurry back to bed.

Without a word, she opened the package and rolled the condom down his length. Straddling him again, she positioned herself on him and smiled.

He repeated, “If you don’t slide yourself down, I’ll pick you up and do it.”

Without arguing, she grabbed him, and when she slipped his cock inside her, her world changed. Once she was fully seated, no one else in her life would do.

With his hands on her ass, he moved her to a tempo that flamed the burning inside to a raging wildfire. She wondered if she could die from this much bliss.

“Sam, you feel so good. So tight. So perfect.”

She leaned down to kiss him, but he shifted her up slightly to place his mouth on her breast.

As she rode him, each movement built upon that fire and only he could extinguish it and send her floating into that pleasantly sated place.

“We were made to be together,” he said before clamping onto a nipple again.

“We were.” Sitting back up, she adjusted her hips and moved in a rhythm that, if the tension in his jaw indicated anything, led him closer to the edge as it did her.

Moving faster as her core throbbed in the desperate need for release, he growled, “You’re killing me.”

With a grin, she kept going, feeling euphoria spiraling through her. When her eyes squeezed shut and her head dropped back in surrender, she contracted around him, knowing it brought him closer to his release.

As if in tune with what she needed, he raised his hips to push deeper into her and groaned. Her breath caught, and her eyes shot open to look at him with concern. The movement had to have sent a shock wave to his injury.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he ordered.

Unable to stifle a moan, she obeyed his order and rode him, taking every bit of pleasure he gave. She launched headfirst into a contentment that swallowed her whole.

Barely conscious, she heard a rumbling growl, and her name as release overtook him.

She dropped onto him, sliding a bit with their sweat. Both breathing heavily, she felt his leg twitch underneath her. Lifting to look at him, the pain in his face couldn’t be denied.

“It’s okay,” he assured her. “Letting it rest will do the trick.”

“Will you be able to walk?” She couldn’t handle if she’d made him bedridden.

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