Page 57 of Synnr's Ride

Hanna rocked against him, his name a prayer on her lips. She cried out, body rippling and writhing as she came.

He'd remember the sound of her, the taste of her, forever. And he pulled away just enough to watch her surrender to abandon, his fingers still teasing her as she shivered.

Their gazes locked. Her spark danced in her eyes, electricity close enough to the surface to dance along her arms and make her hair begin to stand on end. Jori knew he had to be the same, hanging onto control by nothing but a thread and desperate for more from her.

He found her entrance with his cock, pushing in, gaze never leaving hers. It was almost too much, the tight, wet heat of her. She wrapped around him and he couldn’t hold on.

Jori let go of whatever was left of his control, thrusting into her with a groan. He savored each of her moans and sighs as he moved faster and faster, the need to make this last and the need for release warring for dominance.

Hanna found her peak again, her body shuddering around his, and he was lost. His cock vibrated madly with every thrust until he couldn't take the sensation anymore and found his own release, emptying inside of her and chanting her name until he was completely spent.

He pulled her close after that. The bed was a bit askew, the covers on the floor somewhere, and they'd managed to overturn a lamp.

And yet the turmoil of the room had nothing on the turmoil in his heart.

"What are we going to do?" Hanna asked quietly, her lips ghosting over his collarbone.

Jori didn't have a complete answer.

All he knew was he wasn't letting Hanna go.

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Hanna knewshe should pack up her things and go, not that there were many things to pack. The house had been stuffed full of set-dressing for their cover. The decorations, the dishes, even the clothes weren't hers.

All she would miss was the bike.

And Jori.

She groaned in the middle of folding a jacket and let it fall to the bed. He was in the shower, and it wouldn't take any effort for her to shuck off her clothes and join him in delaying the inevitable.

She'd woken early and had the cowardly thought that she could sneak away. Then she'd realized that Jori was lying awake right next to her.

Then sneaking was the last thing on her mind.

She'd fallen for him. All the signs were clear. She'd let him get past her defenses and burrow himself deep in her heart.

Had she told him that?

Of course not!

For all the intensity of their sex, he hadn't said anything about forever, or even next week. Neither of them had brought up their Match. It was like every time they flirted up against needing to talk, they fell into bed or the job.

And instead of talking now, Hanna wanted to run.

It was too risky, and she was done living her life on the spark's edge. She wanted something safe, or if not safe, at least uncomplicated.

Was that so much to ask?

She didn't want to get all caught up in a guy who'd resent her as soon as the hormones cleared away, love or no.

The room wasn't helping. If she let herself think about the bed for more than three seconds, she'd remember the feel of Jori's lips on her skin, his fingers making a mark of their own.

Whatever. The jacket wasn't hers, anyway.

She headed downstairs and pulled out her communicator where she still had pictures of the files she'd copied. No doubt she'd have to erase them soon enough, but if Kark and Zilly hadn't been found yet, maybe she could do something to help.

She set her communicator on the table and engaged the holo-projector function so she could look at bigger versions of the documents and keep all of them in front of her.

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