Ultimate Courage (True Heroes #2)(49)

He wanted to be inside her.

Standing again, he admired the rosy nipples presented to him for a split second before he took one in his mouth, wrapping his free hand around her waist to steady her. Yelping, she brought her head up and clutched at his shoulder with one hand.

He continued to move his finger inside her, changing the rhythm of his thumb against her clitoris as she muffled her cries against his neck.

“Let go, Elisa,” he murmured reverently. “Come for me, because I want to come for you.”

Her fingers dug harder into his shoulder, and she stiffened. He kept his finger sliding in and out inside her, his thumb rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she bucked against his hand, her inner muscles convulsing around his finger.

“Easy.” He soothed her as he stroked her through the orgasm, lengthening it as best he could.

Her eyes were glazed when she finally lifted her head and looked at him. He smiled. “Enjoy.”

Her smile was sweet, satisfied, as she nodded.

“Do you want to again?” He leaned forward until his forehead touched hers.

Her eyes widened. “But what about you?”

“Only if you want me.” He ran his hands over the curves of her hips, enjoying the fine tremors still running through her. “I’m enjoying what I’m doing to you.”

She ran her hands over his chest again, tracing her fingers over his abs and along the diagonal lines from the outside of his hips to his groin until she hit the obstacle of his shorts. The tip of his cock was peeking out above the waistband, and she teased him with her fingertips.

When she looked up at him, her lips were moist. “I want you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled, helping her undo the drawstring and letting his shorts fall to the floor. Reaching past her into the medicine cabinet, he retrieved a foil-wrapped condom. “Gary and Greg believe in stocking for any emergencies.”

She gave him a wry smile in return.

He lifted his eyebrows in a dissembling expression. “Hey, it’s against their rules for any of the guys to just bring any girl up here, but there can always be extenuating circumstances.”

She ran her nails over his chest lightly and looked delighted when his cock jumped in response. “Like now?”

“Like now,” he growled back.

Her gaze found his, clear and sure. “Come inside me, Alex. I want this.”

He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on. Placing a hand on either side of her hips, he lifted her onto the counter and pressed forward between her legs. She reached down between them and helped him fit the tip of his cock into her entrance. Then she held on to his shoulders.

“Ready?” All he could manage was a strained whisper at this point.

She nodded. “More than ready. Please.”

He slid into her, straining to go slow, but she was so tight around him he almost lost it right then and there. Somehow, he kept his control and he was buried to the hilt inside her listening to her moan. He took a breath to clear his head, and another, and then he began to grind his hips into her.

“Yes. Please, yes.” She grabbed his shoulders again, her inner muscles tightening even further around him.

“Damn, Elisa.” He drew out of her in a long stroke and drove back inside her. “I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t. Don’t let go of me,” she pleaded against his neck.

Never. “I won’t let you go.”

He picked up his rhythm as his balls tightened, her cries driving him out of control, and moved deep inside her. Suddenly, her hold on him tightened and she shuddered in his arms, her inner muscles tightening impossibly harder around him. He came with her in a rush, buried to the hilt inside her.





Chapter Sixteen



Rojas walked down the steps to the martial arts school, workout holster strapped back around his torso and T-shirt in hand, trying to wipe the grin off his face. Heck of a way to start a morning. Elisa had been very happy, too. She’d also recovered her senses faster than he had and pointed out he’d left Souze downstairs.

So here he was, being sent down to check on Souze while she showered and finished her morning routine. Elisa had also brought up the practicality of them heading downstairs at different times. But she’d sent him off with a sweet kiss and a request for cuddles later.

Hell, he’d call it whatever she wanted, so long as he got to hold her in his arms again and enjoy the scent of her. Because he hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her.

To be honest, he should try not to imagine what she was doing up there at the moment, but as he heard the water for the shower turn on, again, he couldn’t help picturing water running over bare, cream-colored skin. And he very much liked the taste of her skin.

Maybe it was because he was already trying to banish thoughts from his mind. Or it could’ve been the blind foot of the stairway and the way it got darker right at the landing. But he suddenly became aware of the sounds of people moving quietly beyond the door leading out to the main portion of the school.

He froze on the steps, listening harder.

More than one person waited beyond the visual obstruction, closer to three or four people. None of them were verbalizing and all of them were moving with muffled steps. Attempting to conceal their approach, possibly.

He was walking into an ambush.

His heart started to pound hard as adrenaline coursed through him, heightening his senses and response time. He embraced the boost as he drew his handgun. He’d need both to get himself through the next moments alive.