Deadly Testimony (Safeguard #2)(45)

“Isabelle,” he gasped. “This. Incredible. Won’t last long.”

His hands coaxed her back and she let him, smiling. He was honest too and she appreciated it.

“Condom. In my toiletry kit.”

She raised an eyebrow but hey, she tended to pack for any situation too and a toiletry bag was something she kept assembled and ready to toss into whatever bag she was packing. She imagined he did the same.

Rather than make him get up to get it, she gave him another teasing suck over the tip to leave him gasping and went to retrieve the condom.

He opened his eyes as she straddled him again, watched her roll the condom over his length. His hands took her hips and helped her settle over him. When the tip of his penis found her entrance, he caught her gaze and asked quietly, sincerely, “May I?”

She bit her lip then. His consideration undid her. Lost for words, she nodded, bracing her hands against his chest as she lowered herself down on him and he lifted his hips to meet her.

He entered her in a slow, delicious slide.

She shuddered as he filled her, stretched her just enough to make her core clench around him. Oh, he was magnificent, no lie. He buried himself to the hilt inside her and they were a perfect fit.

After savoring the feel of him for a moment, she started to rock her hips. He watched her with a lazy smile, his hands lightly playing over her hips and the curve of her ass as she moved, then his hips started to move to match her.

The change in motion made her clit rub against the very lowest part of his abs, the light brush of skin against her a fantastic tease. She leaned forward, trying to increase the friction, and let her nipples rub against his chest.

He lifted his head to her lips and kissed her then, deep and long until she was drowning.

When the kiss ended, he gently placed a hand against her shoulder and pressed her back into an upright position. His hips still lifted into her, picking up speed. Her breath caught as his hand slid from her shoulder to her breast, kneading and toying with her nipple. His other hand coasted over her thigh and reached between her legs until his thumb pressed against her clit.

His hips surged up then, his cock driving into her as his thumb rubbed tiny circles around her clit.

She cried out and held on to him.

He froze. “Hurt?”

“Oh my God,” she gasped, “If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you.”

He laughed then and did it again. And again.

It felt so incredibly good. She rocked her hips to meet him, encourage him, as the pleasure of it took over. She threw her head back as the muscles deep inside her tightened.

“I’m coming,” she gasped out the warning.

His hands settled on her hips as he drove upward into her one more time and she went over the edge, crying out as she did.

He sat up as the orgasm shook her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his chest. He buried his face in the side of her neck and came with her.

*

Kyle came to awareness slowly, noting with appreciation that the carpet beneath his back was reasonably easy on the skin. No rug burns, though he’d have considered them a small price to pay for the amazingly enjoyable time they’d both just had.

Lizzy had lowered herself to lay tucked against his side, her legs entwined with his and her head pillowed on his biceps. “Welcome back to the world.”

He chuckled, supremely satisfied for the moment. “Was I gone long?”

She shifted next to him, propping herself up on one elbow and leaning over him to trail a fingertip over his chest. “Only a few minutes. Long enough to catch your breath.”

She sounded smug. He smiled and reached up to play with a few loose strands of her dark hair. She had every right to be.

He let his eyes close again, relaxing under her fingertips and curving his arm around her so he could enjoy the softness of her skin under his own hand. He stroked her back gently, amazed at the supple softness of a woman so strong. He couldn’t get enough of touching her.

“Mmm. We’re going to end up falling asleep here.” Her warning was halfhearted.

He opened his eyes and looked up into her playful gaze. “You look wide-awake. But if you are so inclined, I have no qualms with pulling the blankets down off the bed and making a nest right here.”

He’d dispose of the used condom and perhaps move a few others to a more readily accessible location. Just in case.

She chuckled. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on the floor.”

“I can imagine your line of work has taken you to some uncomfortable places.” He found himself curious. He’d never been much for pillow talk but she fascinated him.

“Sure.” She rose though, sitting back on her heels, and gathered her hair into a tidy ponytail. “Deploy enough times and you learn to catch sleep however it comes to you. Mostly, I catnap but I don’t sleep in often and I don’t crash on the floor unless the bed is too soft.”

“Ah.” He paused. Her background was mostly a mystery to him, he realized, but he could make some guesses about the kind of danger soldiers lived through. “It must be hard to sleep in the presence of a stranger.”

“I generally don’t, if I can help it.” She definitely wasn’t sleepy. He propped himself up on his elbows as she stood and walked into the sitting room. Naked.

“I’d think you’d like the comfort of a good mattress.” It seemed wiser to retreat to a more harmless path for their conversation. He was enjoying the view as she checked the door and then her laptop. She was continually vigilant, even in the midst of an unexpected tryst. He should be grateful even if his pride did end up somewhat bruised to be so easily set aside for work.