Page 19 of Hunted

Leila bit her lip then smiled, before glancing toward the bedroom she shared with her son. “We’ll have to be quiet and leave the door open so I can make sure he’s okay.”

He smiled as he took her hand again to pull her up and into his arms. “We’ll keep the door open, but no guarantees on the quiet part.”

Leila couldn’t get enough of him. They fumbled their way down the hall, touching and kissing along the way.

Desperate for more, she took off her top as soon as they stepped into his bedroom and flung it aside before tugging up Clint’s T-shirt, the soft blue cotton obscuring his heated gaze as she pulled it over his head, then tossed it away to land on the floor near her top. Next went her bra, leaving her deliciously naked from the waist up. He cupped her breasts gently, flicking his thumbs over her taut nipples and making her groan with need.

She leaned in to kiss him again, deeper this time, filled with urgent want. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs aroundhis hips, grinding the heat between her legs against his stiff cock. It had been so long since she’d let anyone inside her defenses in this way, so long since she’d even wanted to. And yes, it was bad timing. Awful, really, but dammit. She just couldn’t deny herself this pleasure.

The desperation within her grew so strong that by the time they bumped into his bed, all she could think about was getting those clothes off of him and ravishing him silly. He set her on the bed and climbed on with her. She shimmied out of her jeans and panties and smiled, feeling his heated gaze on her body. She helped him remove his clothing, taking the time to kiss, lick or nuzzle whatever part of him she could reach with her lips and tongue. Clint groaned low and feral in his throat, and it was like a lit match to the gasoline of need in her blood.

“Hey,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and pulling back slightly, enough to meet her gaze, their breath panting between them, her hair clinging to his sweat-damp skin. “Leila. Are you sure this is what you want?”

More than anything in this world.

“Yes, I’m sure. You?”

“God, yes.”

“Good.” She pushed him back against the bed and straddled him, letting his cock rub against her clit. She slowed down then, enjoying the moment. He gazed up at her, his blue eyes wide with surprise and molten heat. He felt so amazing beneath her. When he put his hand on the nape of her neck and drew her down, they started a kiss that went on and on. She could have kept that up forever, but her body was crying out for him to beinside her. “Please tell me you have a condom,” she whispered against his lips.

Clint swallowed hard, hiking his thumb toward the nightstand drawer. “In there.”

She moved off him enough to get a small foil packet. She tore it open, then slid it onto his beautiful cock. The warmth and weight of him against her palm felt exquisite and she couldn’t resist bending down to place a kiss on the tip of his erection before straddling his hips again. She hovered there above him, taking him into her inch by inch and rocking slowly to pleasure herself. His eyes closed and his head fell back, his expression going lax with the incredible sensations racing between them.

Leila focused all her attention on the man beneath her, the man she intended to ride all the way to her climax and back again. He was so beautiful. All those muscles, all that hot, smooth, tanned skin. He had scars, covering the left side of his torso, but they didn’t mar his perfection—they enhanced it by showcasing his strength and resilience. She’d be asking him about those, though. Later, when those blue eyes of his weren’t watching her, wanting her, worshipping her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she sank down on him all the way, allowing her body time to adjust to his size. He filled her so completely, Leila imagined she could feel him grazing her cervix. So good. So, so good. When he was all the way inside her, she paused, just enjoying the connection with him before rocking upward and starting a rhythm that had him hitting all the right spots within her, pushing them both closer to the edge.

“Sweet Jesus, Leila,” Clint moaned, one hand holding her hips steady, while the other reached up to tease her taut nipples. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.”

“So are you.” She leaned forward to kiss him deeply, her tongue delving into his mouth. He tasted of sinful desire. “I want this. I’vebeenwanting this, wanted you, since the first moment I saw you.”

“Yeah?” He squinted up at her, a slow grin forming on his full lips. “Well, you got me, honey.”

“Yes, I do.” Words escaped her then as she zeroed in on the pure pleasure coming from her movements atop him, the sensual slide of his flesh within hers, the groans she was holding back to keep from bringing down the house around them.

Soon, they each drew closer to orgasm. Clint raised up on his elbows and she bent forward slightly to kiss him again, letting him rock up into her and guide her movements. He swallowed her cries of need and answered them with his own. Tightness coiled inside her to unbearable levels. Clint slipped a hand between them to stroke her most sensitive flesh and boom! That was all it took. Behind her closed eyes, fireworks exploded inside Leila. She fell forward into him, her breasts rubbing against the crisp hairs on his pecs as her body convulsed around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and Clint thrust harder inside her, his movement growing more erratic until he too froze, coming deep inside of her, his face resting against her throat, his warm breath fanning her skin.

A short eternity later, they collapsed back onto his bed, a tangle of limbs. He gently withdrew from inside her, and though her eyes were closed, she could hear him taking care of the condom before rejoining her on the bed. Leila felt more relaxed than she could ever remember. She was unable to stop smiling. Yes, her day prior to this had been crappy. Yes, her maniacal ex was still out there somewhere, ready to strike. But for this moment, this one brief moment, all seemed right with her little world.Normally, that would scare her, put her on alert. At present, she was too tired and sated to care.

Leila had just closed her eyes and started to drift off when Thomas called down the hall, “Mama!”

Clint chuckled beside her. He leaned over and kissed her briefly before pushing off the bed. “You stay here, honey. I got this.” He tugged on his jeans and started out of the room, then turned back, giving her a heated perusal. “You are so damned sexy.”

She peeked open an eye and grinned at him. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

11

The next day after work, Leila and Clint rode over to the day care to pick up Thomas. Rush hour traffic was heavier than usual, and the going was slow. She gazed out the window, then over at him. He’d been pretty quiet since they’d slept together the night before, and it made her nervous.

Though he’d seemed on board with her taking charge last night, perhaps she’d been too bold. Mike had never allowed her to revel in her own pleasure. He’d been far too selfish and controlling for that. It hadn’t been until she’d gotten away from him and out on her own that she’d been able to fully accept who she was—a proud, confident, Latina woman who didn’t need to depend on a man to give her what she wanted.

She’d thought Clint understood that, thought maybe he even liked her more because of it, but maybe she’d been wrong. With the silence pressing in on her from all sides, she searched for something to talk about. Her mind hit on something she’d been curious about the night before. She cleared her throat and asked, “Where did you get them?”

“What?” Clint frowned over at her, his expression confused.

“The scars.”

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