Page 66 of Out of the Shadows

“Yes, yes, yes!” Tension built within her, and she ached for release.

Then he pulled out. Before she could protest, she was flat on her back.

“Need to see you when you come, baby. Need to see your face when you take me.”

The wild look in his eyes had her smiling, had her spreading her legs wide for him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said before claiming her mouth. Pulling away, he loomed over her. His right arm was propped on the couch by her head, supporting him. He hooked her leg in the crook of his left elbow and grabbed the back of the couch, opening her up even more.

She gasped as he thrust inside her. Every rock of his hips shot her right back to the edge. Seeing his muscles bunch as he took her—the clench of his abs, the flex of his arms—was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. He pounded into her, his eyes glued to where they were joined. “You take me so good,” he muttered. “Fucking made for me, B.”

Then his hips thrust even harder. He continued to pound into her, made her feel every inch of his thick cock. Her body shook, and she cried out as she came, her legs trembling as he continued his unrelenting pace.

Moments later, he thew his head back and cried out as he emptied inside her. Warmth filled her as his movements finally slowed. He eased himself down on top of her, careful not to squish her. He was still, but she felt the hammering of his racing heart, could feel him twitching inside her.

She welcomed the heavy weight of him and ran her fingers down his damp spine, reveling in the moment. Having this amazing man fill her, take her, was everything. Beyond the physical—which had blown her mind—being with him like this filled her soul.

A smile lifted her lips, and she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You were made for me too.”

Gavin wasn’t quite sure when they’d switched positions. He was lying on his back on the couch with Bean sprawled over him, her head tucked into the side of his neck.

He wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

In fact, he’d never felt better.

There was post-orgasm relaxation, and then there was this. It was next-level.

It boggled his mind that Bean was in his arms, that she fit so perfectly against him. His fingers traced circles on the soft skin of her hip. This time last week, they’d just been friends on a mission to rescue a kidnapped child. Now...

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He felt her smile against his chest.

Now, they had this . . .

She kissed his pec and shifted to meet his gaze. “You know, I was thinking that?—”

Gasping, her eyes went wide with alarm. “Gavin, your shoulder!” Panic laced the three words as she scrambled to sit.

Glancing at his right shoulder, he winced. Dots of crimson stained his bandage. He’d opened up his wound. “It’s fine, B.”

“It’s not fine,” she snapped. “You’re bleeding!”

God, she was hot when she was all riled up. “Bean, it’s fine. I have a first aid kit under my bathroom sink.”

Rising, he held a hand out to her. When she took it, he pulled her up and took a moment to admire every inch of her skin. “Goddamn, now every time I look at you, I’ll be picturing you like this. Naked. Sexy as hell. My come running down your thighs.”

Her gaze trailed down his chest to his dick. She licked her lips, and his cock twitched. “Right back at ya, boss man.”

Chuckling, he laced his fingers with hers and pulled her toward his bedroom. “Come on, little devil. Let’s get this retaped, and then what do you say we go for another round?”

Her gaze darted to his shoulder, and her grin dimmed. “But?—”

“No buts. This?” He raised his right shoulder. “Totally worth it.”

“If you say so,” she said as they entered his bedroom. She released his hand and made her way to his bathroom as he turned down his sheets and settled onto his bed. “But you’re taking pain meds tonight,” she called out from the bathroom. “I don’t care if you don’t want to or not, you’re taking them.”

Water ran in the sink, and after a moment, he heard the sound of drawers and cabinet doors opening and closing. He kicked himself for not taking the time to clean her up. He should be the one taking care of her, not the other way around. Next time...

When she returned with his first aid kit in her hands, he was peeling up the corner of his bandage. “Like I said, that was totally worth messing up the stitches.”

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