Page 2 of Razor's Edge
I come to, fighting the hands holding me, screaming, “Let me go. Please let me go. I didn’t mean to.”
Razor immediately lets go, and I shuffle back into the corner. Wrapping my arms around my knees, Razor sits on the edge of the bed with his hands in his hair while I determine what to do next.
“Lo, I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know how to help,” Razor says so gently that my head snaps up.
“Can you just hold me?” I ask him, needing to get the feel of Ice’s hands off my body.
Razor nods and moves up the bed, his back is against the headboard, and pats his chest above his heart. I slowly crawl out of the corner, making my way toward him. I make it to his hip and wait. When nothing happens, I finally feel safe to lay my head on his chest. Lying there, listening to his beating heart, I breathe in deep, taking in his smell, letting it ground me. Slowly, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and rubs my hair. It doesn’t take long before I’m asleep.
* * *
We have been back at the club for a few days and have told the officers everything possible. I even reveal my ability with a computer to them. They are nothing like I thought they would be. I’m starting to find my place with them, maybe even by Razor’s side. We spend our days hunting for Fire and Ice. This man is a genius with computers. Many nights, I fall asleep in his bed after hours and hours on the hunt.
I’ve woken with a scream many more nights just to have Razor there to ground me. Coming out of Razor's shower one morning, I find him changing. I just stand and admire the beauty of this man. He is one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen. I blush, remembering how many times I’ve gotten myself off to just the idea of him.
“Keep staring at me like that, my dear, and …” he starts.
Seeing his eyes in the mirror staring back at me with so much want and need, I can’t stop the next words out of my mouth even if I wanted to. I’m tired of being scared all the time. It’s time I take my life back. Starting with who I give myself to.
“And you’ll what?” I ask him, dropping my towel and sauntering toward him.
There is only a moment of shock before it’s replaced with complete want and need. When I get within arm’s length of him, his hand snaps out so fast I squeak when our chests meet. Razor looks at me with his rare, crooked grin before taking my mouth with such passion my head spins.
Razor slides his hand down my spine and over my hips to cup my ass, lifting me so I wrap my legs around his waist. His length presses to my center, making me moan and grind my hips, chasing the pleasure I’ve never felt before.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Take your pleasure.” Razor whispers as he nips from my ear to my collarbone, where he sucks hard, leaving a hickey.
I rock my hips on his long hard length. I need more—more of him, more of this feeling, more of everything. Razor moves us until I’m lying on his bed, his weight coming down on me. A small flash of panic washes over me before Razor's smell and hands push it away.
“I need you, Razor, please, I need you now,” I beg him.
“I know what you need, sweet Lo, but first, I need a taste,” Razor says, leaving a trail of kisses to my right breast, where he nips my nipple, then moves to my left breast, where he sucks hard before nipping it as well.
He leaves my breasts, kissing my belly and over my mound, finding my sweet spot. I keep my eyes on him so the memories don’t drag me under. The first swipe of Razor’s tongue on my clit causes my back to arch, begging for more. Razor holds onto my hips to keep me still and exactly where he wants me.
“Razor, please, oh, God, please.” I gasp, finally letting the breath I’m holding free.
“Come, my love. Come so I can taste how sweet you are,” Razor commands, sucking hard on my clit while sliding one finger inside me.
I cry out as the intense feeling washes over me. In all the years I’ve come, it’s never been like the all-consuming fire rising through me. I need more. I need this man. His touch, his smell, and most of all, his love burns in those bright blue eyes. Razor crawls up my body, slowly kissing every inch and scar. I’ve never felt more loved and wanted than I do at this moment.
“Lo. Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this because there is no going back.” It’s true. We’re on the edge of something life-changing.
“Razor, please! Make me yours,” I sigh. Razor takes my mouth as he slowly slides into me with a stinging stretching sensation.
I break our kiss to call out his name as Razor thrusts into me with an unmatched rhythm. When it’s almost too much, Razor switches it up. I’m so close to the edge, ready to jump into the freefall. I’m so shocked. My eyes snap to meet his.
“There they are. The beautiful eyes that captured me and refused to let go.” He starts a rhythm that will do exactly what I need.
“Razor, please …”
“Now, my sweet Lo. Come with me—now!” He roars as he explodes inside me.
Razor rolls as he drops in exhaustion. He reaches out and pulls me across his chest. My heart is full and happy. He heals something inside me that I swore Ice and his minions shattered. After a while, Razor taps me on the ass.
“Let’s go shower so we can get some shut-eye,” he says to suggest he no more wants to get up than I do.
“Do we have to? I want to stay this way forever.” I don’t open my eyes or move.
