Page 14 of Soulmate of the Mafia King
Tom unbuttoned my shorts with his mouth still on me and pushed them away with my underwear. Now bare, I rubbed myself against his leg, against his still-covered cock. Higher, brighter. He slid one hand between us and circled my entrance, then pumped one finger into me.
“No fair,” I gasped. “I can’t touch you.”
I tugged on his underwear until he took pity on me and slid them off. His cock jutted against my inner thigh, promising a second course to the pleasure his fingers coaxed out of me. Despite the angle and the awkwardness, I reached down and grasped his length. The friction of skin on skin almost made me weep with want. He bucked up into my hand and didn’t say a thing about how strange we probably looked. None of that mattered now.
My first orgasm curled in my gut, heady and wanting. He stroked my inner walls, making white stars burst behind my eyelids, and I moaned softly. We only had so much longer before his touch overwhelmed me, and judging by the way he rocked against my hand, he felt the same. I kissed him softly and lined him up. With a smile, he slid inside.
We moved against each other with an easy, lazy rhythm. I traced patterns over his back now. He fit a hand between us to tease my clit in languorous circles.
“I love you,” I murmured as my orgasm started to threaten. “Thank you.”
He kissed me with a small smile. “I love you, too, but thanks for what?”
“Everything.” Tears beaded in my eyes as his hand and his cock pushed me higher. “For saving my life.”
He buried his face in my neck. “Thank you for saving mine.”
We tumbled over the edge together, each other’s names on our lips.
CHAPTER 11
TOMMASO
Istroked a few strands of sweaty hair out of Paige’s face and kissed her forehead.
“Don’t tell me it’s time yet.” She wrapped her arm around my waist.
I glanced at my watch. “I wish I could.”
She groaned and nuzzled into my naked chest. “One last kiss?”
I could never refuse her. I tilted her chin up and caught her dark eyes. Despite the humor she was trying to bring to the moment, a gulf of fear lay in her gaze like I’d never seen before any other mission. I dropped a kiss on her lips and tried not to let that shake me. She was scared because I was facing Zahur, one of the bastards who’d hurt her the worst. Now that we were already inside Egyptian borders, this really wasn’t any more dangerous than any other raid. So despite her clinging fingers, I pulled away from her and began dressing.
“I love you.” She reached for the buttons on my shirt.
I let her fasten them as I adjusted my pants. “I love you, too.”
The first step I took away from her, still naked on the strange bed in a strange land, ached. She curled her legs into her chest, and I couldn’t help seeing the skinny, terrified woman from somany months ago. Paige and I both wanted justice for her. It was my job to get it. And if I lingered any longer, I wouldn’t. So I marched out the door with one final goodbye.
In the common area, all of Paige’s security team was awake, as promised. Apparently, she’d told Sam the news before I’d arrived, so he could prepare. I caught his eye and gestured him away from where the other guards were readying weapons.
He stepped up to me. “Sir?”
“She is your highest priority,” I said.
“Of course.” He smiled. “Sorry, I thought I did something wrong. Of course, she is. We’ve got an audio transmitter in the hallway and Harry is hacking the camera feeds—or trying to. I’m not worried.”
My chest squeezed. I trusted Sam. He seemed like a good guy, and he made Paige comfortable, which was no easy feat. But the cavalier way he said he wasn’t worried set off something animal in my mind.
I grabbed his shoulder, hard. “I’m not fucking around, okay?”
“No, me neither,” Sam said quickly. “Has something changed?”
“No, I—” I shook my head feeling silly but not silly enough to back down. “I know you have a wife. You love her, right?”
Sam nodded, suddenly serious. “Like nothing else in the world, sir.”
“Paige might not be my wife”—my breath caught as I imagined never getting to see her at the end of an aisle in white, never getting to call her that and mean it—“but she’s just as important.”
