Page 50 of Centurion

“Then that’s what’ll happen.” He bent down, cupped her ass, and lifted her up. Her legs went around him, and they kissed again. He held her tight and started to walk to the door.

She pulled away. “No. Here. Now.”

He let her feet drop to the floor. He was so on board with that idea. He wasn’t sure whose hands were moving faster, hers or his. Clothes dropped to the floor. The clank of metal echoed on the tile. Con broke the kiss and looked down at the katana and holster.

“Never mind that,” Gabby said, kissing his throat and reaching for his belt buckle.

Con was okay with that. He reached for her belt buckle and unfastened it. Then he pulled it to get it out of the way, and that was when the zip of a thin metal wire extended almost two feet. Con looked down. “What is that?”

“A garrot.” She unzipped her pants and let them drop. He let the wire go and skimmed his hands down her waist to the light lacy material covering her sex. Con dropped to his knees, his own jeans half off. He licked the thin waistband and ran his finger up the leg holes of the lace, taking them down past her knees.

“Beautiful.” He wasted no time and found her center with his mouth. Her hands grabbed his hair while he tried to spreadher legs for better access. After a brief struggle with her clothes, he dropped the idea and backed away. Then he took her hand. “Come down here.”

She sank to her knees, and he gently laid her back on the floor. Her dark hair plumed out around her, making her look like a dark angel. And she was, wasn’t she? She was his angel, tinged in the darkness of the world but illuminating his life in so many ways. He took off her heels and slid her slacks down. The material caught. He tried again and found a handgun attached to the inside of her leg about halfway to her knee. He took the holster off and set the weapon down on the floor. “Are there any other weapons I need to be concerned about?” he asked as hefinallystripped the last of her clothing off her.

“Not unless you count me.” She sat up and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him toward her.

He dropped on top of her. “God, wait a minute … I need to get rid of these jeans.” He rolled to his side, kicked out of the jeans, and lost his briefs. In the hurry, his jeans ended up on top of her. She lifted them off her face and stared at him. “Crap, sorry.” He snatched them and pitched them across the kitchen before grabbing her and lifting her on top of him.

Her hair fell over her shoulders as she looked down at him, and he cupped her cheek. “Knives, guns, and a garrot. So damn hot.”

“Conner, you’re a mess.” She smiled at him and bent down to kiss him.

“I know, but I’m your mess.” He chased her lips, which she moved just before they would have kissed.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. Don’t fuck with that.”

She reached for his cock, halfway turning around to grab him. His hips lurched up. “For the love of …Thatis not what I want to fuck with.”

She stopped and turned her head back to him. “For future reference, sex or making love is what I prefer. I don’t fuck. There’s too much vulnerability in what this is to me to be that vulgar.”

Con lifted off the floor and wrapped his arm around her, using one hand to make sure she looked directly at him. “I would never belittle what’s between us. My mouth works without a filter sometimes.”

Gabby smiled down at him. “Sometimes?”

He widened his eyes and made a face. “All right. All the time. I know how hard it is for you to trust, and we’re both vulnerable.” He glanced around. “We’re naked on a tile floor because of the thing developing between us. It’s wonderful, hot, sexy, and beautiful.” He closed the gap between them and kissed her.

She opened, and he explored, tasted, and teased her until he had no more breath. When they broke free, she reached back and grabbed his cock. He dropped his hands back onto the tile floor to prop himself up. She lifted on her knees and slowly slid down his cock. His head fell back, and his eyes closed. The feeling was unbelievable. Hot, tight, and gloriously mind-bendingly erotic.

Her hands landed on his shoulders, and he lifted his head again. Leaning forward, she kissed him as she rode him. He made a move to roll her, but she resisted. “No, my speed, my way.”

“You’re going to kill me.” He needed her faster and harder.

“Kill you? No, never. Just a bit of torture.” She leaned forward and licked a stripe up his neck, ending at his ear. She frenched his ear until his body trembled from the stimulus and her constant, slow up and down slide of her sex taking his cock.

“I’m not going to be able to …” His body almost convulsed. “Gabby …”

She leaned backward and rested one hand on his knee as the other reached for her sex.

“Oh,fuuuck.” The erotic sight of her pleasuring herself while riding him snapped several lightning bolts of white-hot heat straight to his balls. He dropped to his elbows, but he never stopped watching her. Her chest blossomed in a rose color as the muscles in her body tightened, and he felt that unbelievable undulation of her core against his shaft. That was when the world exploded, and he fucking came harder than he’d ever come before. Con felt her collapse on top of him, and he slowly lowered them both down.

He ran his hand down her back. “How in the hell are you here with me? How did I get this lucky?”

She hummed and then sighed. “I think we’re both pretty lucky.”

“I have a confession.” He felt her body tighten on top of him. “I’ve never had sex in the kitchen before.”

She relaxed with a chuckle. “Any other places we need to take off your list?”

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