Page 74 of Lethal Pursuit

Her head tipped back on a guttural moan of relief. She felt him shudder, bury his face in her hair as though the pleasure of being inside her was too intense for him to bear. The lack of control over her body was scary, mingling with the swollen ache between her thighs. She struggled in his grip, caught there with no hope of escape. It was exhilarating. Terrifying. Her legs tightened around his hips, holding tight while he pulled back and plunged deep. He took her hard and fast, his rhythm demanding, urgent. Exactly what she’d wanted.

Only when she was writhing and twisting beneath him did he release her hands. She reached up blindly for his shoulders and hung on, her fingers digging deep into the muscles there, lifting into every thrust.Dios, he was strong. It turned her on even more to know he could overpower her if he wanted to.

He levered up on to an elbow to squeeze his hand between them, his clever fingers finding the aching nub at the top of her sex. She shivered at the sensations building inside her. Jackson pushed her higher, relentless in his quest, destroying her resistance. She made a helpless sound and held on tighter, shaking with need.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered roughly, his lips right against her ear. “Not with me.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she buried her face in his neck and let out a shaky breath. Nothing had ever felt this good. She was drunk on the pleasure he gave her, on the sensation of those muscles shifting beneath his smooth skin, his clean, masculine scent. The orgasm she’d been struggling toward suddenly built deep in herbelly. Her heart burst open, spilling its closely guarded secrets to him there in the darkness. “Te amo. Te amo...”

Jackson moaned and shuddered in reaction. He pressed his face deeper into her hair and pounded into her, the headboard thudding against the wall, but his touch was so careful between her thighs as he took her up on the dizzying climb to orgasm. It rose up and slammed into her like a blast wave, sending her flying, leaving her helpless and clinging in his arms. She barely heard her own loud wail echo through the room, lost in the intensity of the pleasure.

It ebbed slowly. Jackson drove deep once more and stiffened, his head tipping back on a tortured moan of release, face twisted in ecstasy. She loved that he let her watch him fly apart in her arms. Those wide shoulders bunched, his whole body shuddering as his climax took him.

Maya wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she could and breathed in his scent, the mixture of lemony cologne and male musk. He snuggled deeper into her embrace, clearly enjoying the closeness. A feeling of utter contentment stole over her. It thrilled her that he was so tactile, allowing her to hold him like this and touch him at will as he recovered. She took advantage of the opportunity, exploring the ridges and hollows of his muscles with her fingertips, following the deep indent of his spine to the cleft at its base. His back and shoulders were slick with perspiration, and she opened her mouth to taste the salty essence of him.

After a few minutes, Jackson stirred and raised his head, coming up on to an elbow to stare down at her. His eyes were dark, intense. “Tell me again.”

She didn’t even pretend to misunderstand him. Setting a hand on the side of his face, she cradled his cheek in her palm and met his gaze head-on. “I love you.”

His answering smile was so beautiful it made any lingering traces of vulnerability evaporate. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

She nodded, because she did know. He’d comforted her, been there for her when all hope had seemed lost, had seen her at her worst and still fought for her, ending up taking a bullet to shield her with his own body. He’d even killed to protect her. “And I’d do the same for you.”

That smile widened, filling her with the warmth of his love. “You have no idea how unbelievably hot it is hearing that, especially since I know you can back up that claim.”

A grin tugged at her mouth. “Glad it turns you on that I can kick ass. And speaking of asses...” She trailed a finger over the strong line of his jaw. “I want to see your tat now.”

“Oh, all right,” he huffed. Sighing in mock exasperation, Jackson withdrew and lay on his stomach beside her, propping his head on his folded arms. “Go on, then. Have a look.”

Unable to resist, she pushed up on her forearm and gazed down at the muscular curves of his ass. Sure enough, high up on his right cheek were the two green footprints. And not just any old footprints, because they were set on a background of the Texas flag. She traced the design with a fingertip, unable to stop the husky laugh that escaped. A Texas boy to the core. “You were right, itispretty special.”

“I knew you’d like it,” he said smugly, pulling her to him and rolling them so her cheek was pillowed against the firm pad of his pecs. His arms encircled her, his fingers stroking through her hair and across her shoulders.

Maya sighed in bliss and closed her eyes, soaking up the tender affection he lavished upon her. “You’re gonna turn me into an addict with all this lovey-dovey stuff,” she murmured, feeling relaxed enough to float away.

“That’s my plan.” He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment.

They were quiet for a while, enjoying the peace of the moment and the new closeness they shared. Letting him see her softer side wasn’t scary at all anymore.

“I didn’t think men like you existed,” she admitted hoarsely with a slight shake of her head.

“What, decent ones?”

She nodded, even though he was so much more than decent. She loved that he was as humble as he was brave and caring.

His arms tightened, bringing her even closer. “We do. Just like sexy ass-kicking female Security Forces superheroes exist.”

She raised her head to frown at him. “I’m not a superhero.”

His hand drifted over her bare back. “Are too. You’remyhero, anyway.”

The man killed her when he said things like that. She huffed out a breath and poked a threatening finger into his chest. “Don’t you dare make me cry.”

He grinned. “No, ma’am. Wouldn’t dream of it.” With one hand he pulled her head back down to his chest, sighing when she snuggled into him.

God, she could really get used to this. Only she wasn’t sure if she should let herself get used to it. He hadn’t said anything about what he wanted in terms of a relationship with her. Love didn’t fix things like logistics, distance and separations during deployments.

“So, what are you doing next week?”

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