Page 34 of Deadly Threat
He left the shower and cut her off, grabbing her and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her generous breasts into him. Her stomach teased his erection, and she came up on her toes.
She was vulnerable. He felt like a cad to take advantage of it. Breaking the kiss, his breath coming hard, he put space between them. “Turn around.”
A flash of panic flared in her eyes. “Why?”
“I want to see all of you.”
Slowly, she lowered her gaze, studied his dick, then pivoted on bare feet to expose her back. As he suspected, more scars laced her shoulders, her spine. He wanted to hit something, kill someone.
The culprit was already dead. All Malachi could do now was take her pain away.
He moved in and held her close, his front to her backside. Her head dipped, and he sensed again how vulnerable she felt. He stroked her hair, shifting it, and lowering his mouth to her ear. “Technically, it’s been twenty-eight hours since our initial meeting, and we’ve lived weeks—years—in that time.”
She relaxed into him, sighing. “True, but just so you know, I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”
He nibbled her earlobe, ran his teeth down her neck. Gently bit her shoulder. “It’s the same for me. I promise, I’ll never hurt you.”
Her breath hitched. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed and laid her head against his shoulder, exposing her throat. “I know you won’t.”
He cupped her breasts and massaged the glorious mounds, continuing to trail his lips over her skin. Her nipples grew hard, and she arched as he sent one hand lower to the apex of her thighs.
“Oooh,” she murmured as he cupped her. She was slick and ready for his probing fingers, shifting her legs apart and pressing her butt into his cock, egging him on. Within a few strokes, she was begging him for more.
He smiled, happy to oblige.
He didn’t want to rush one minute of it though, so he eased out of her, ignoring her whimpers of protest, and bent to kiss the scars on her back. As his lips touched the first, she gasped and started to pull away. He held her hips, continuing, one by one, to use his mouth to worship the marks.
Kissing and licking at them caused her resistance to fade. He turned her to face him, watching her expression of bliss, as he repeated the process on her front, moving over her shoulder, her ribs, pausing at each breast to suck the dark areoles into his mouth and venerate them as well.
She clutched his shoulders, and when he went lower to her shapely thighs, her fingers sank into his hair. She held on tight.
He brought his mouth to her tender, sensitive flesh, and she orgasmed instantly, crying his name. Using his tongue and fingers, he stroked her, teasing it out. He especially loved it when she cut loose and swore a blue streak at the peak of her climax.
She went limp in his arms. Something fell from her left hand, and he saw a condom on the floor. He held her and when she could breathe, she said, “I found it in the closet drawer. Do you think Joe and Sam will mind?”
A chuckle rose from his chest. “Condoms are sometimes used for protecting small electronics and gadgets from moisture and sand when undercover. Trust me, I’m happy to buy Joe a new supply if Sam wants a replacement.”
“Oh good.” She sagged, her legs weak. “There’s plenty more if we need them.”
He loved her in that moment. Picking up the packet, he made a promise to himself that they most certainly would need the entire box.
Carrying her into the shower, he sat her on one of the corner benches. Tearing the wrapper open, he started to put the condom on. Mia crooked a finger at him. “Can I do the honors?”
Erection bobbing happily, he returned to her. She took it, and palmed him, circling her fingers around his length with a solid grip. She lowered her head, andbam, he did his own cursing when her warm mouth sucked him in.
Once more, he braced his hands, but this time, he let go of his control. As she built her rhythm, he murmured her name, stroking her hair. A second before he went over the edge, he forced himself to stop her. Her eyes were emeralds again in the dim light, her breathing as fast as his. With trembling hands, she rolled the latex on and then put her arms on his shoulders, as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall.
Her amazing legs tangled around his hips, and they fit perfectly together. One of her hands guided him in and everything slowed to this single moment of connection.
“Thank you,” she murmured and closed her eyes.
“Look at me.” His voice was low, rough, echoing off the tiles. “I want to see your eyes as we do this.”
She obeyed, pinning those beautiful green orbs on him. Her expression sent a ripple down his spine. “Why?”
“Because that’s where the truth lies.” One of these days, he needed to confess about the guilt he carried for not catching Lopez and stopping him from kidnapping her. While that wasn’t now, he wanted her to see he felt the same way she did.Soon. I’ll tell her later today. “You’re sure about this?” he asked.
Her answer was to kiss him, hot, heavy, lots of tongue. “For the first time since this all happened,” she told him, “I’m absolutely positive this is what I want.”
