Page 71 of Power Twist

The familiar voice urges me awake, pulling me from the darkness. I peel my eyes open, blinking several times to allow them to adjust to the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Searching for the owner of the voice that woke me, I scan the shadowed room, halting on the figure at the end of the bed.

“What time is it?” I rasp, my throat dry with sleep.

“Almost five,” Trey responds, his voice low.

“Is everyone okay?” Palms against the mattress, I push up to a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard.

“They will be. No fatalities, but there were a few injuries.” He opens his mouth to say something more but snaps it shut.

“What?” I ask anxiously. When he doesn't respond, I crawl along the bed toward him. Hand against his prickly cheek, I turn his face to meet mine. “Tell me.”

His eyes slide low, locking on my lips. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I know I should've, but I won't apologize for what I did. I'm not letting you go home, Randi, no matter what I have to give up.”

“What do you have to give up?” I question, swallowing thickly.

“I need you, Randi.”

Not giving me a second to respond, Trey shifts forward, closing the few inches that separate us. Cupping the back of my head, he threads his fingers through my still-damp hair. Tightening his grip, he shifts the angle, deepening the kiss. The tip of his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, begging me to open. The pent-up worry seeps from my body as I part my lips, eager to let him chase away the remaining fear.

With clumsy fingers, I work down the buttons of his dress shirt. Shoving the material off his shoulders, I brush two fingers down his sculpted chest, following the small trail of chest hair over his abs before pausing just above his belt. Tracing the top of his suit pants, I seal my lips harder against his, pouring all my want and desire into him. With a growl, Trey yanks the loose sash of the robe, exposing me fully.

My knees dig into the mattress as I kneel and shrug off the robe, allowing it to puddle to the floor beside the bed. Keeping one knee planted, I slide the other across his lap, securing it to the bed on the other side of his hips. Trey breaks the kiss, nipping at my lower lip. My eyes flutter closed as he kisses along my jaw, scraping his along the column of my neck as he makes his way to my chest. Wetness pools between my spread thighs, an aching throb pulsing, demanding some kind of relief. Sinking against his lap, I rub my slick center along his hard cock still trapped inside his suit pants. I moan at the friction, and a wicked smile tugs at his lips just before he bucks his hips off the bed, slamming against my sensitive center.

I cry out as his teeth nip at my pebbled nipple before sucking it between his lips, flicking the tip with his tongue. Palming the other, he teases me mercilessly, the twisting and tugging bordering on the edge of pain. Again and again I rock against him, seeking some kind of relief, my body desperate for his.

The earlier emotions of the night come seeping through, causing a deep ache to build inside my chest. “I was so worried,” I whisper against his ear, tugging him close. His lips brush along my neck, his nose delving into my hair to take a deep inhale. “I was afraid I'd lost you.” The words pour out of me, cracking open my heart and allowing the swelling emotions to pour out. Chest to chest, I squeeze him tighter.

“Thank God for Kevlar or you would have.”

My heart stutters. Palms against his shoulders, I push back to search his face. “What?”

His knuckles skim along the curves of my breasts. His chest rises as a pinch of pain scrunches his features. “I was hit in the chest, but my vest saved my life.”

“Damnit,” I shout. “I'm sorry! And here I am crawling all over you.” I shift to move off his lap, but his hands clamp around my hips, holding me in place. With a scowl, I attempt to roll my weight. Before I register the absence of his right hand against my skin, a loud smack sounds in the room and a hot stinging pain radiates from my backside.

Eyes wide, I search his. “Did you just spank me?”

The corners of his lips tug upward. Biting his lower lip, he nods. “Try again.” His voice is deep, full of need.

With little conviction, I wiggle like I'm trying to slide off his lap. This time I'm prepared for it. The sharp slap from his palm causes my breath to hitch but not in pain. The coarse calluses along his palm scrape my now sensitive backside, soothing the sting.

Eyes locked with his, I lift off his lap, my fingers delving between us to fumble with his belt. The ripples of his abs flex as I tug on the leather and unfasten his pants, dipping inside. A sharp hiss pushes through his clenched teeth as I wrap my hand around him and slide up and down, my thumb smearing the beading moisture along the soft head. My grip still around his hard shaft, Trey rolls us, pinning my back to the mattress.

His brown eyes scan every inch of my body, pausing to stare between my thighs. Two fingers tap my wrist, urging me to release him. Sliding off the bed, Trey shoves his suit pants to the floor and toes off his shoes. Climbing back onto the bed, palms pressing into the mattress beside my head, he stares down at me.

The soft pad of his index finger trails along my forehead, grazing along my cheekbone, down my nose, and across my lips like he's memorizing every inch of my face.

“You've changed me, Randi Sawyer. I'm a better man because of you. For the first time in my life, I have someone I'm willing—no, I want to give it all for. No matter what happens in the future, I want you to know that I don't regret anything. The only thing I could ever regret between us is for you not to know how much you mean to me. I love you, Randi.”

A single tear drips from my eye. Tracking the drop, he leans forward, kissing it from my skin.

Lips against my ear, he whispers, “I'll never not love you, Mess.”

Gripping my hip, he thrusts forward, easily sliding inside and causing my words to vanish on a gasp. His eyes shut as he pushes deeper, sealing our lower half tightly together. The soft skin of his back molds beneath my tight fingers. A hand slides down the outside of my thigh, hiking my leg higher, my knee nearly touching my shoulder. He thrusts hard, and I cry out as pleasure swells deep in my belly. Arching up, I nip at his lower lip, begging for his mouth to connect with mine.

Our tongues dance as his hips pound against mine. Our harsh breaths and the distinct slapping of skin are the only sounds in the quiet bedroom. When he pushes deep, I groan, my head digging deeper against the mattress as he circles his hips.

“I love your sounds,” he mutters against my lips before sucking along my neck. As if for emphasis, he circles his hips again, his lower half somehow pressing hard against my clit and eliciting another pleasure-filled gasp from me. “That's it, baby.”

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