Page 18 of My Special Ops Neighbor
"We just dismantled a multi-million dollar criminal operation in under an hour."
"We did." His voice was rough, loaded with the same awareness that was making her wet for him.
"I've never had a partner who made me feel this powerful." Her hands covered his, feeling the callused strength of his fingers. "Who made me feel like my mind was a weapon."
"Watching you work, seeing how you are under pressure, how you turned their own systems against them—it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
When he kissed her, it was with the hungry intensity of a man celebrating victory alongside someone he respected completely. This wasn't the tender emotion of their earlier encounters—this was need born of adrenaline and the intoxicating rush of conquering danger together.
"We could have lost everything tonight," he said against her mouth. His words were full of emotion and leftover adrenaline. "When I realized they were targeting federal agents, when I thought they might succeed in destroying the investigation..."
"But they didn't." She leaned into him. "We stopped them.”
"You were incredible." His mouth moved to her throat, teeth scraping over her sensitive skin. "Watching you work, seeing how you turned their own weapons against them—you're magnificent."
The combination of his words and the way his body pressed against hers made her tremble. The danger they'd just neutralized, the way they'd worked as a perfect team, the knowledge that they'd survived and triumphed because of their partnership—it all combined into a desperate need that felt urgent and necessary.
"I need you," she said, her hands already working at his shirt. "Right now. I need to feel alive."
His control snapped. His hands gripped her waist and spun her around, pressing her against the wall beside the security console. His mouth crashed down on hers, all demand.
"Yes," she breathed against his lips, already working at his belt buckle. "Like this."
There was nothing gentle about the way they came together this time. His hands were rough on her clothes, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside without care. When his mouth closed over her breast through the lace of her bra, she arched against the wall with a cry that echoed through the control room.
"Can't wait," he growled against her skin, his hands already pushing up her skirt. "Need you too much."
"Don't wait," she commanded, her nails digging into his shoulders as he lifted her against the wall. "Take me. Now."
Hooking his fingers in her panties, he tore them away. The fabric gave way with a satisfying rip that made them both groan. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he was already freeing himself from his jeans.
"This is what you do to me," he said roughly, positioning himself at her entrance. "Make me lose all control."
"Good," she said, pulling his mouth back to hers. "I don't want your control. I want your need."
When he thrust into her, hard and deep, they both cried out at the intensity of the sensation. There was no careful buildup this time, no gentle exploration—just the primal desire to claim each other completely.
He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her back against the wall as she met him stroke for stroke. The sounds they made were purely animalistic, guttural moans, the wet slap of skin against skin as they moved together with frantic urgency.
"Harder," she demanded, her nails raking down his back deep enough to leave marks. "I want to feel this tomorrow."
He obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased force that made her see stars. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur with pleasure. She could feel her climax building fast and hard, fueled by adrenaline and the satisfaction of conquering danger together.
"That's it," he growled, feeling her body tighten around him. "Come for me. Show me how good this feels."
The command, delivered in that rough voice while he pounded into her with relentless intensity, sent her over the edge with shocking force. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name.
He followed seconds later, his release triggered by the sensation of her climax. He buried his face in her neck, his whole body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her with a broken groan of her name.
They stayed locked together against the wall for long moments afterward. His arms were the only thing keeping her upright as aftershocks rolled through her body.
"Damn," He panted against her throat. "That was..."
"Necessary," she finished, her voice hoarse from crying out. "That was absolutely necessary."
When he finally lowered her to her feet, her legs were unsteady and she had to grip his shoulders for balance. His shirt hung open, his hair was disheveled, and there were scratch marks on him where her nails had found purchase.
"We should probably—" he started, then stopped when he saw the satisfied smile on her face.
