Page 25 of Assassin's Prey
“It does if she’s naked.”
“You like for me to look at you naked.”
“I do.” Her smile was soft, almost lazy as she stretched in the water. Obviously the warmth had managed to ease her tension by now.
I wanted nothing more than to climb into that tub with her and do things that really would be perverted in her eyes, but I couldn’t, not yet. Not with the stench of the job, of violence coating every inch of me. So I moved to the shower instead. Abby’s knowing gaze followed me as I turned the water on, then stripped my clothes, dropping them in a heap in the corner.
There was something disturbingly domestic about sharing a bathroom. As if I was somehow normal, just a man living with his woman, a regular nine-to-five job, maybe a dog or a kid. None of that would ever be me, but Abby made the dream come alive sometimes. One of the reasons I’d kept myself away from her for so damn long. We both knew how that had turned out. But unlike Abby, I understood, deep down to the core of who I was, that normal would never be an option for me.
I left the shower without drying off. Abby sat up in the tub and turned the spigot on, adding hot water to her cooling bath. I didn’t care if it was frigid; I couldn’t resist her lure a moment longer. My dick was already hard, my heart speeding up, mouth watering. The need went far beyond anything I could ever put into words. I needed her too much for her own good, but I couldn’t stay the fuck away, no matter how much I should.
Her gaze trailed along my body like a touch—shoulders, chest, hips, cock. I was already stretched to my limit, but that didn’t stop me from swelling even more, as if my erection needed to prove how much it wanted her. The animal inside me raised its head. It had been denied the kill earlier, but here the prey was much tastier.
I stepped into the water. Abby turned the spigot off with one hand and rested the other on my calf, sliding upward. My groan had very little to do with the hot water encasing my body as I lowered into it, and everything to do with the tightening of my balls as her hand crept higher.
There were things we needed to discuss, decisions to be made—and argued over, if I knew Abby, and I did—but not here, not now. When her palm slipped around to cup my ass, my restraint broke.
Resting back against the slope of the tub, I jerked her over my body. The wet heat of her core, so much hotter than the water surrounding us, slid along my cock, nearly crossing my eyes with the pleasure. When her opening met my tip, I had to drive inside. There was no controlling it. No way that savage part of me could wait.
She wasn’t quite ready; her sudden gasp, the balling of her fists on my pecs told me that. But she didn’t protest. I felt her go tight, fighting the invasion; then, with a heavy exhale, she softened and let me in.
And goddamn, it was good. Abby above me, enveloping me. Heat and steam and vanilla flowers filled my senses as I stared into her hazel eyes. This was as close to heaven as my blackened soul would ever be allowed to get.
Until she leaned in, her breasts pillowing against my hard chest, her plump lips settling against mine, and proved me wrong.
I opened beneath her. Let her all the way in. Her invasion drew a knot deep in my pelvis, curling my hips, my cock desperate to move, but I refused to give in, to rush any more than I already had. Instead I sucked lightly at her tongue, felt her pelvis tilt to grind her clit against me, and growled at the pleasure that speared through my veins.
Abby was the one who broke the kiss. She sat up, letting me sink even deeper inside. I threw my head back, gripping her hips to hold her still. “Abby…”
Her name came out strangled. She clamped down on my cock.
“Little bird, stop.”
Abby peeled my hands from her hips and moved them to her breasts. Her hard nipples scraped my palms. “Can’t,” she said tightly.
“Shit.”
Gripping her ribs, I drew her closer until her breasts were all I could see, opened my mouth around one strawberry-pink nipple, and sucked it in.
Abby’s cries echoed in my ears as I devoured her. That’s what she was, a feast. Lush and tasty. I wanted to gorge on every inch of her. She writhed in my arms, but my hold kept her from doing more than squirming on the end of my cock, the constant pressure threatening to blow off the top of my head. I sucked harder, desperate to drive her as wild as I was, to get as much of her inside me as I could, but it still wasn’t enough.
Even when I pushed her down hard, hilting inside her in one brutal thrust. Even when we exploded together, it still wasn’t enough.
The waves of climax had barely stopped when I lifted her off my still-hard cock. I left the tub, water pouring from my body to soak the floor. I ignored it to snatch a couple of towels from the cabinet and lay them out in front of me.
“Come on,” I rasped, reaching for her.
Abby looked from my dark red cock to my shaking hand and stood. I helped her out of the tub, laid her down on the towels. Forced her legs apart with my shoulders. Only her taste in my mouth could satisfy the roaring inside me, the craving that burned me from the inside out despite the orgasm I’d just had. The same craving that told me the fucking end wasn’t anywhere in sight. I would drown myself in her every way I could, wipe out every part of who I was except the part that belonged to her. Only then could I find some relief.
Chest heaving, cock throbbing, I spread Abby’s lips wide and gripped her clit with my teeth.
“Levi?”
The breathless edge of fear and need that saturated her voice made me feel like He-man. Stronger than any gun or knife or skill I’d ever learned on the street. Stronger than literally holding a man’s life in my hands—and sometimes taking it. None of that even came close to what she did to me, and when I licked across her opening, her cream on my tongue was literally the icing on that cake. Power and pleasure filled me as I thrust my tongue deep, gathering more, sucking her clit into my mouth and nursing it to the chant of my name on her lips.
Abby lifted her knees back and out, giving me complete access. Her hands gripped my head tight, pulling my hair as she forced me closer. “Levi, please!”
I ate her out, desperate to gorge myself. Only when a flood of arousal met my tongue, signaling her impending orgasm, did I pull myself away.
