Page 56 of Reckless Pawn

Instead he slid his fingers under the fabric and what he found nearly blew his head off.

His Izzy so fucking wet and hot his own body lit up in response. He could no longer think about right and wrong. Yesterday or tomorrow. Only what felt good right now and how long he'd craved her.

From the moment he'd spied her on a misty pier.

"Mine," he said on a throaty moan as he moved toward her clit and swirled his finger against it. "You ever think about becoming an old lady again, it better be me you're thinking about."

She thrashed her head back and forth while pushing her hips back and spreading her legs, giving him easier access to her body.

"I don't even want to imagine you with Axel, let alone watch it. I'll kill him if he touches you. But not just him, baby. Anyone. You belong to me. ME."

He plunged two fingers inside of her and watched her writhe and moan his name. With her back arched and her ass pushing back against his dick, Houston officially lost his mind.

They were out in the open where any damned tourist out to see the falls could come across them and he didn't give a shit. Nothing was more important than watching Izzy slowly unravel as he made her come and scream his name over and over.

In fact, the idea she was so lost in him that it didn't dawn on her how public they were made him crazier. He pressed harder—deeper than before, amazed at how fucking good she felt. It was even better than he remembered and he'd had some pretty fucking vivid dreams of their previous nights together.

With her body shaking against his hand he really was primed to lose his shit on every wet, easy stroke. How could he have forgotten how hot they were together and how, for even a second, had he thought he could give this up?

JD could go fuck himself if he tried to pull that shit again. He'd shoot the fucker between the eyes before he'd walk away from Izzy again.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her neck. "Never should have fucking left you." He was panting as hard as she was now. His focus zeroed in on making her come. It was his most important mission. Hell, it was the only mission.

He curled his fingers and searched for the one spot… the gasp tumbling from her mouth indicated he found it. But it was the long, low wail that made him groan.

She was getting close.

"That's right, princess. Ride my fingers." With his thumb he circled her clit, and then pressed deeper inside her. "You come for me and me only, isn't that right?"

"Yes. Oh God yes. Please, Houston… please…"

He moved his thumb faster around her clit, drawing out as much tension as he could.

"Do you have any idea how hard I am every night when I wake up from yet another Izzy dream? Or how insane it made me just thinking about you moving on without me. Goddammit, Izzy, I can't even stand the thought you considered Axel as old man material." He shoved his fingers as deep as they'd go, drawing out another one of those gorgeous moans he couldn't get enough of.

"Never. Do you hear me? You will never be his. And I sure as shit don't fucking share. Jesus hell, princess, you're so wet…"

He trailed off as his brain zeroed in on making her come. His fingers pumped hard and fast. So much so his arm began to cramp. He ignored it as he'd done so many times in the past sitting with a rifle pointed down range. This little twinge didn't compare to the agony he endured night after night without her. This pain he loved.

Lost in his thoughts and his own need to give Izzy pleasure, he didn't consider or think of anything else. Not with the idea that he would once again feel her muscles clench around him all while reminding her that she belonged to him now.

He was lost in lust.

And anger.

None of which he cared about as long as he was inside her. He quickened his movements and rubbed his thumb over her clit back and forth, as she bucked her hips and pressed back for more. The many moans and the movement of her body were all he needed to know she was close.

She dangled on the edge and he had half a mind to make her hang there for a good long time. He needed her to learn what this meant to him.

“If you ever get the wild idea in your head to go to another man, you'll remember this, princess. You'll remember how easy it is formeto make you come. Not just that, but how hard I make you come." With those harsh words ringing in both their ears, he leaned forward and bit down on her neck. He slammed his fingers deep one last time and added pressure to her clit at the same time.

"Come for me. Now. Hard."

"Houston," she screamed as she bucked frantically against him while her inner muscles clutched at his fingers.

As far as he was concerned, the long wail of his woman as she came on his hand was the most gorgeous sound on the fucking planet.

Forced to swallow his own groan or come in his pants, he withdrew his fingers and pressed deep into her backside as he willed his body under control.

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