Spy Games (Tarnished Heroes #1)(17)

The force of their joining scooted her a tiny bit each time he slid into her, inching them across the mattress. Her little whimpers of passion, the needy sounds she made in the back of her throat—he couldn’t get enough of them.

His orgasm was close. He couldn’t hold out much longer.

Rand shoved his hand farther between them until his fingers bumped his cock. Her arousal eased the passage as he drew his index finger back up, over her clit, sliding the clitoral hood back. The erect nub was easy to find with his thumb. He stroked it in time with his thrust.

Sarah’s eyes popped open, her jaw dropping on a silent shout.

That’s it.

He drove into her, again and again, stroking her boldly with each thrust. “Come on, Sarah,” he whispered into the crook of her neck. A tingle began at the base of his spine. If she didn’t come now— “R-Rand!” Her voice hitched into a wail, and her pussy clamped down on him.

That one act spurred his orgasm on. He thrust, jerky, uneven motions, her nub captured between his fingers as he came, seeking to draw out her pleasure. All the energy left him weak and spent. He covered her body with his.

Sarah mumbled something, but it was lost in the sheets.

He wanted to stay right there, exhausted, sated, and warm, but she was so small. His weight would crush her before much longer.

Rand wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled, squeezing her to him. His dick slipped out of her, but he kept her back to his front as they lay on their sides.

“You say something?” he asked.

“I can’t remember how to word.”

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. This whole thing was surreal. Sarah. Here. With him. In bed.

“How’s the arm?” He twined his fingers with hers, testing the waters, waiting for a moment of shock or awkwardness—but it didn’t come.

“I can’t really feel my fingers yet, so great.” Her eyes were still closed, her head pillowed on his forearm.

Fuck. He could still feel the phantom squeeze of her pussy around him. “Hey.” He nudged her shoulder. “Don’t go to sleep yet. You need to eat something. Crap. I bet it’s cold now.”

“What’d you get?”

“Mystery meat on a stick. This shit’s good. I swing by whenever I can.”

“Mm, mystery meat. That’s one thing I miss when I go home.”

“You want the bathroom?”

“Not yet.”

Rand buzzed her cheek with a kiss and eased out from under her. He checked the temperature of the food. Warm in places. He slipped them into the microwave for a few seconds before ducking into the bathroom to clean up and get out of her way.

Her clothes were in the corner. His things were disturbed. And he couldn’t find it in him to care.

Sarah was here. She might not be tomorrow, but for now, in this moment.

The microwave dinged, calling him to dinner.

He scooped up both meals and returned to bed. Sarah had yet to move from where he’d left her. He’d laugh if he wasn’t so pleased with himself. He nudged her with his knee, making room for the food. She groaned and glared at him with one eye.

“I thought you were starving.” He held out one of the boxes to her.

“I am.” She levered up. “Bathroom first. Then food.”

He watched her, greedy for every minute of this exchange, as she shambled into the bathroom like a woman just fucked right.

It wasn’t going to last. They worked in a clandestine, off-the-books operation. Their paths couldn’t cross again. But for right now, he’d live the lie and damn his conscience.

…

Rand stared at the ceiling. Or at least, the ceiling he knew was there. In the darkness, it was hard to tell.

Sarah’s body was a warm weight against his side. His T-shirt was a thin barrier between them, as was proven by the hard nub of her nipple prodding him.

She needed sleep.

And he couldn’t begin to doze. Holy hell. What had happened? In twenty-four hours, his world had turned upside down.

He’d been sixteen when he realized what his feelings for Sarah were becoming. At the time, he’d freaked out. The age difference alone was enough to make him question how he was wired, but as he grew up those yearnings for her matured. He wasn’t a creeper—he’d just fallen early for the best woman on earth. And now, he’d found her again.

Matt would never approve, not that he was aware of where Rand’s emotions lay. Rand had always been careful to keep that from his friend. But he knew Matt, and Matt would never allow that to happen. Then again, a front row seat to anyone telling Sarah what she could and couldn’t do would be an amusing experience.

Rand loved her. That hadn’t changed. But their lives…he couldn’t snap his fingers and alter the past.

A red flash of light, tiny and miniscule, froze him between the sheets.

Again. Another flash.

The security system.

He’d never stayed overnight in this apartment or seen it tripped, so it’d taken a moment to register.

“Sarah? Sarah, wake up.” He shook her shoulder. “We’ve got company.”

She sucked in a breath, and her eyes popped open. To her credit, she didn’t speak, just pushed her hair out of her face and stared at him. Waiting for his lead.

“Stay here,” he whispered.