Page 64 of Hostile Extraction

He lengthened his strokes, dragging them out, and she went crazy, bucking against him until she screamed his name and exploded all over his fingers. He held her tenderly, pressing kisses along her neck as her body went limp against his chest. He positioned his cock at her entrance and slid inside, coating himself with her release. “Fuck, that’s good.”

She moaned, thrusting her ass out toward him, changing the angle until he knew he had to be hitting her g-spot. She put her hands on the tile and moaned. “Oh, God, Dusty.”

He slid in and out slowly, then began to increase his pace, until his body was slapping against hers, and his palm hit the tile above her for leverage. He pushed her head down farther, pulled out, fisted his cock, and came all over her ass and those sexy little dimples.

His deep groan filled the space, and she twisted in his arms to face him. He dropped his forehead to hers, the energy leaving him.

She stroked over the tattoo of the navy trident on his bicep, her eyes roaming his arms and chest. “You’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

He grinned, and his chest swelled at her compliment.

Her breath hitched when his hands closed over her waist, and he lifted her up.

“Wrap your legs around me, babe.”

She did as he said, and his arms locked under her ass, and he pressed her back to the tile. She jerked at the first cool touch, then relaxed in his arms.

He positioned himself, and her eyes dropped to half-lidded when he took the head of his dick and circled her opening. “Goddamn, woman. You’re gonna be the death of me. I want you again, already.”

“So soon.”

“I’m still hard. That’s what you do to me.”

Her eyes flared when he plunged inside, and he grinned. “You take me so good.”

She squeezed around him, and he groaned.

“Fuck, yes. Do it again.”

They fucked until the water turned cool. Then he shut off the spray, wrapped a towel around his hips, and another around her, and carried her to bed.

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Asia’s eyes shot open. It seemed as if they had just fallen asleep, but the dark of the room told her it was much later.

Dusty was thrashing in the bed next to her. She turned her head to look at him. His brows were furrowed like he was upset.

“No, stop,” he called out.

Asia reached up and brushed his hair from his face, speaking soothing words.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re not there. You’re here in bed with me.” She kept repeating the words over in a whisper, like she was chanting a mantra, until Dusty seemed to settle and ease into peaceful slumber.

Wrapping him in her arms, she pulled him to her chest, then drifted to sleep to the sound of his steady breathing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

After midnight, Dusty walked onto the patio to relieve Stan from guard duty. Now that they’d had such a close run in with Amorosi’s men and apparently everyone on the island was looking for them, they were watching the road twenty-four seven.

“Time to knock off,” he called as he went through the doorway.

“Yeah, all right. I just lit this, so I guess I’ll shoot the shit for a minute.” Stan took a drag off the cigarette he balanced precariously between his teeth as he talked and glanced sideways at Dusty. “So, you and Asia seem to be hitting it off.”

“Yeah, I’ve known her for years. It’s just easy with her.”

“You seem good together.”

“Nah.” Dusty shook his head. “We’re just having fun.” He needed to remind himself this wasn’t real, but then why was he starting to picture their future together? “This isn’t a real relationship. Just some good sex.” Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he didn’t believe them.

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