Game of Fear (Montgomery Justice #3)(71)

But she was so damned brave, and so determined. He had no doubt she’d walk through hell to find the sister she loved.

No matter what she’d said the night before, he knew something else about Deb Lansing. When she loved, she loved hard and deep and true.

Could she love him like that?

Did he even want her to?

He stared at her face, peaceful in repose, and his heart swelled. It was crazy. She wasn’t exactly beautiful; her features held more determination than that. Her jaw was too strong, her eyes too wide, and right now, the shadows beneath them pulled at Gabe. But put each feature together and he couldn’t look away from her.

Had his brothers felt like this?

She shifted closer, her hand clenching on his thigh.

He’d give anything for her to wake up and look into his eyes.

As if she read his mind, those emerald beauties blinked, and she stared up at him.

She looked down at her hand, which lay perilously close to his lap. He couldn’t hide his physical response.

She bit her lip, the vulnerable expression so different from what he’d seen since they met.

She pulled her hand back, but he covered it and held it closer. “Don’t. I like it there,” Gabe said, his voice husky, not so much from nonuse, but from the stranglehold she had on his heart.

“Would you like it better here?” She slid her palm over his crotch, her hesitancy still clear.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned, pushing up against her hand. With the stealth of a SWAT team she’d crept under his defenses and hit with a direct shot.

“Are we making a mistake?” she asked in a whisper, even as her body pressed closer to his.

“Probably, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted you for months.” He brushed his fingers across her cheek, then slid his hand to cup her head and lowered his mouth to hers. Unlike their other kisses, this one exploded in heat from the first second.

No question, he would make love to her tonight.

Nothing would stop him.

He settled her on top of him. Her hips pressed into his. She shifted against him, rubbing every sensitive nerve. He gasped, his body hard, wanting, and unwilling to wait. Her hair fell into a curtain around them, and she hovered above him, her lips just out of reach. He clasped the back of her head, pulling her closer.

“There’s a perfectly good bed a few feet away.”

“Too far,” he gasped, then possessed her mouth, and his lips ground into hers. She moaned low in her throat and opened for him, returning kiss for kiss, her tongue sparring with his. He pulled her body even closer; his hands rubbed down her strong shoulders to her trim waist and settled on her hips. He cupped her curves and thrust up against her. His body strained against his zipper, but the pain kept him sane. Otherwise, he might lose himself in her kiss, in her touch.

Panting, she sat up and looked down at him.

“This is probably a really bad idea but I don’t care, either.” Then, in a fluid motion, she pulled off the sweatshirt, revealing a turquoise camisole underneath. A spaghetti strap dangled on her arm. The color made her hair appear as a sunset halo.

Gabe simply stared. In all his fantasies, he hadn’t pictured her in silky lingerie. Would she ever stop surprising him? God, he hoped not.

His hands trembled slightly and tugged at the fabric at her waist, slipping underneath. Her skin, smooth and taut across her abdomen, shivered under his fingertips. He slid his hands up to brush the underside of her breasts.

She licked her lips and moved her own hands to the front of his shirt. She made quick work of the buttons, then pushed the shirt open. Slowly she lowered her body onto him, rubbing against his warm skin, like a cat. She nipped at his neck and arched her hips against him, her low moan of pleasure spiking his desire.

Gabe couldn’t deny how much he wanted her. He knew it was wrong, knew that they were in danger, knew that his investigation might put her in even more peril. In fact, he couldn’t be certain who was out to get them from one moment to the next, but, damn, he needed her.

More than he’d ever needed anyone in his life.

She skirted her lips across his jawline.

“You’re thinking too much,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”

He grabbed the bottom of her camisole and slid it up over her head, revealing her milky curves. He cupped them tenderly, reverently, awed by the longing inside him.

His hips shifted in a sensual rhythm, losing himself to all thought. She groaned, arching into him. He drew her down to taste her nipple and her hands clenched on his shoulders, her soft cries signaling her growing need.

Dazed, she struggled to undo the button of his jeans. In seconds she had the zipper down. She raised herself so he could push his jeans down to his thighs.

“We’re going to get tangled up,” Gabe said with a laugh.

Without letting him fully undress, she shoved her pants down her toned legs, lowered herself until there was nothing between them, then slowly moved her body sinuously back and forth.

He responded and he nearly sank into her. God, how he wanted to. He longed to make love to her and feel every sensation he could. Feel himself spilling into her.

That would be insane.

“Wait,” he groaned finally, and felt into his pants for his wallet and a condom. He slipped it on, then plunged into her waiting heat, straining up against her as he drank in her cry of ecstasy. For a single moment he stilled and she pulsed around him. She gripped his arms, panting, dazed, desperate.