Page 41 of Reclaimed (Hostage Rescue Team)

Tipping her face up, he bent his head and took her lips in a slow, thorough kiss. She melted into him with a little hum that set his blood on fire, her tongue doing a slow, erotic dance with his. He was already hard.

Gripping her hips, he stood and walked her backward to the closest bed, laying her down on it. When he came down on top of her she surprised him by pushing at his shoulder, trying to roll him over.

He moved onto his back, a hot thrill racing through him when she straddled him, then grabbed the hem of her sleep shirt and pulled it over her head. He reached up to cup the full, round globes of her breasts but she caught his wrists and pressed them back against the sheet.

The intensity in her eyes stole his breath, made his heart pound as he allowed her to pin his hands above his head, surrendering to her. His gorgeous little warrior was making it clear without a word that she needed control tonight, and he wanted to lose himself in her. He was more than happy to let her be in charge right now.

He lay back, lifted his torso as she peeled his T-shirt off, his pulse spiking at the appreciative hum she made, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles. When she trailed a hand down his abs he raised his hips so she could get him naked, tugging his pants and underwear off. Her hands and mouth wandered over his naked skin, raising goose bumps and drawing every muscle tight.

Her eyes glowed with desire as she sat upright. By the time she straddled his waist, his heart was tripping all over itself and his mouth was dry.

All the static in his brain was on mute. He couldn’t think at all as he stared up at the luscious mounds of her breasts, the hard nipples begging to be teased.

Lips curved into a knowing smile, she cupped his head between her hands and leaned down to offer him a taut nipple and he was lost. With a groan he took her into his mouth and sucked, his cock twitching at her gasp of enjoyment.

Her hands were in his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp with an erotic pressure, then she reached back with one hand and wrapped it around his swollen, straining cock. He groaned deep in his throat, fought to keep his hands where they were and not cup the generous flesh he was pleasuring.

She stroked him with skillful fingers, rubbing her slick, open folds over his lower belly, the wet sound of it driving him wild.

Sitting up, she pushed her hair back from her face, her curls tumbling down her back. Her eyes were like molten silver, hot with need, her cheeks flushed. “I want you inside me.”

“Hell yes, ride me.”

He curled his hands into fists and stared up at her, mesmerized by her sheer, feminine power. His breathing was erratic as she stood him up and scooted backward to hover over him, the head of his cock just kissing her slick entrance. Watching him, she sunk her teeth into that full lower lip and eased down slightly, inching him inside her.

Tight, slick heat enveloped him, stealing his breath. He squeezed his eyes shut, a shudder rolling through him. And when he opened his eyes to find her stroking her clit while he was buried inside her, he almost lost it. His fingers clenched with the need to take over for her.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped out, squeezing his fingers tighter into his palms to keep from reaching for her, seizing her full hips in his hands and taking control.

A slow, appreciative smile curved her mouth and her eyes went heavy-lidded. She rocked forward, the glide and pressure shooting sparks of pleasure up and down his spine. Her hum of enjoyment turned into a soft, liquid moan as she rode him, slow and sweet and sexy, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips.

“God, you feel so good inside me,” she gasped out, eyes squeezed shut, the hitch in her breathing and the strain on her face telling him she was already getting close. “You’re just so…hard,” she moaned, rocking faster now, fingers swirling gently across the swollen nub between her thighs.

Nate shuddered again, his building release already a warning tingle at the base of his spine. He couldn’t speak, could only clench his jaw and hold on while she rode his cock in utter abandonment.

A few strokes later she threw her head back and cried out as she broke. Her inner walls squeezed him in a rhythmic caress, pushing him past the point of no return.

Rearing upward, he grabbed hold of her hips and rolled her beneath him. She was still coming as he pounded into her, fast and hard, over and over…then drove deep one last time and held there while he shattered. He groaned like a dying man and let it roll through him, the pleasure wiping out everything.

When it finally faded he relaxed his grip on her hips and bunched his hands in her hair, raising his head to seal their mouths together in a deep, intimate kiss. Then, gently withdrawing from her warmth, he rolled them onto their sides and tucked her into his body, pulling the covers over them both.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

A sleepy smile curved her mouth and she didn’t open her eyes. “Love you too.”

She was half-asleep when he came back from cleaning up and washed between her legs with a washcloth.

Knowing how lucky he was to have her here, to have her in his life at all, let alone her heart, he cradled her against him and held her tight.

Chapter Fourteen

Adam jerked awake from a nightmare with his heart hammering and his skin slick with sweat. He sat upright in the bed, the fear still gripping him as he struggled to get his bearings in the darkness.

It took a few moments for his sleep-deprived brain to process everything. The hotel. Tuck was asleep in the other bed.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he drew a shuddering breath and got out of bed. Fragments of the nightmare kept assaulting him, the images vivid, horrifying.

Summer, staked out on the ground as her captors assaulted and tortured her. Her screaming his name, begging for help while she endured the unthinkable.

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