Page 95 of The Perfect Stranger

It was beginning to dawn on him, and it was a beautiful sight. He staggered forward and slumped in the chair.

“You should go, Hunter,” Nina said, her beautiful green eyes sparkling. She would be calling the Commissioner, and I could be nowhere in sight. I was still a wanted man in the States, and the FBI were not on my side.

Soon, I was about to find out just how much they wanted me dead.

I waited for Nina to return.

The Commissioner and his team arrived shortly after I left, and escorted both Delacroix and Nina down to the squad cars. Delacroix was handcuffed, and Nina would be taken in for questioning. She had successfully brought down a key link in the department’s ongoing corruption battle, while at the same time proving her innocence.

I watched her, tracing every line marking her face.

She looked serene. Lost in the moment, eyes closed while she let the heat from the bath work its magic.

“You look fucking beautiful when you do that.”

She kept her eyes closed, a smile slowly spreading. When she opened them, I saw the affection she still unequivocally held for me.

“Hi,” she barely whispered.

Hooking my arms underneath Nina, I lifted her out of the bath. Water gushed over the floor while I carried her to the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and when I lowered her down, her naked body underneath mine, her legs fell to the sides.

We were both wet from the bath water, Nina’s tanned skin glistening in the faint light. I removed my sodden clothes and watched the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples were hard, eyes glazed with desire. Moving back between her thighs, I pushed deep inside.

She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders, spreading herself wider to accept all of me.

“I need to be inside you, cariña,” I groaned.

She shared my urgency, my insatiable hunger.

She loved the way I moved inside her, and I adored the way her back perfectly arched when she climaxed.

I knew when she wanted gentle kisses and slow thrusts, and I knew when she needed me filling her hard and completely until her cries were both out of pleasure and pain.

There was no grudge.

There was no resentment or spite for what I had put her through.

What Nina showed me was unconditional love.

What she showed me was understanding.

Forgiveness.

I needed to hold onto this moment. This moment where she lay exhausted in my arms, sated, the sweet perfume of her hair consuming me.

This was the moment I wanted every night.

But it wasn’t meant to be. My past was about to rear its ugly head.

This was the last time I would see Nina before my world came crashing down.

I kissed her eyelids and she roused, my fingers grazing her skin.

“Who are you really?” she asked, voice husky.

I kissed her nose. “Someone you can’t be around right now.”

Her saddened gaze met mine. “And why is that?”

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