Page 127 of Don't Look Back

He cleaned slowly and gently, washing away the crusted blood and dirt that had caked the wounds.

At last, she was cleaned of all dirt and blood, and he rose to his feet and replaced the showerhead. He reached to turn off the water, but she brushed his hand aside. “Please. Touch me.”

“You’re bruised—everywhere. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please. I’ll stop you if it hurts.” She took his hand and brought it to her breast. He cupped her, but then she pulled his hand lower.

His fingers touched her folds and he stroked her clit, then slid down and dipped inside her. She was swollen and ready.

He let out a soft groan.

She turned and faced him. He kissed her deeply, then dropped to his knees and put his mouth on her. This was the best way to give her pleasure without hurting her.

She groaned and ran her fingers through his wet hair as the water splashed on his face and he stroked her clit with his tongue.

How close had they come to not having this moment? What would have happened if he hadn’t followed her to Malta? If Freya hadn’t given him the spider drone?

The fingers in his hair curled tight and pulled. He stroked harder, determined to give her the best orgasm of her life.

But she pulled his mouth from her. “Rand. I need you inside me.”

“This way, I won’t hurt you?—”

“I need to feel you inside me. Please. Love me, Rand. Please love me.”

He was helpless against that plea. He stood and lifted her, spreading her legs, his heavy erection nudging against her opening. “I do love you, Kira.” He slid deep.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the shower wall as he groaned. He wouldn’t last long, but that was probably good given that he worried that with each movement, he might hurt her.

Water sprayed on his shoulder as he thrust, holding her against the tile wall, hands on her butt, above the cuts he’d just carefully cleaned.

She clenched tight as they both climaxed. He covered her mouth with his, muffling the sound of their groans and kissing her deeply. The SEALs likely guessed what they were doing, but no point in making it obvious.

He held her there in the spray, his cock still deep inside her as he gazed into her eyes. She stroked his cheek. “I finally got my shower sex.”

He leaned his forehead to hers. “You can have me anywhere, any way you want. I’m yours as long as you want me.”

Her smile was beautiful and lit the shower stall with its own light. “I’m never going to stop wanting you. I love you, Rand.” She kissed him. “My one and only love.”

He grinned, his chest filling with a warmth that was somehow different from everything that had come before.

She kissed him softly. “I can’t wait to explore the future with you. But first, we need to face the past and pay a visit to my dear brother. And no, you aren’t allowed to kill him. I have a better idea.”

ChapterFifty-Eight

Acheer rang out in the office when one of the SEALs in Malta radioed that they’d found Dr. Hanson and she would be okay. Everyone had been on edge since watching and hearing her fight with her brother the day before, but Lieutenant Chris Flyte had been especially so. He was the only person in the room who had known Hanson personally before the shooting on Tuesday.

It was no surprise to Teague that Flyte slipped from the room to call his girlfriend, Diana, to give her the good news.

After that, they settled in to figure out their defensive strategy. It was 1100 in Malta and 0500 in Virginia. The clock continued to tick down to showtime at 2050.

They all believed the attack would be aimed at a minimum of five targets, potentially on two bases, with the focus of the firepower on Little Creek. From the text conversations they had on Kinder’s computer, analysts believed bombs would be placed in key areas of the base.

Today, the search would continue for the five men with base access who’d likely been scouting and planning for months.

Were the explosives already planted on Little Creek and Dam Neck and just needed to be moved into position? Or would they attempt to get five—or more—bombs onto the base with heightened security after the shooting last week?

Little Creek didn’t always have explosive-detecting dogs at the gates, but they did this week, although they could get false positives with illegal fireworks being brought on base by dumbass sailors.

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