Long Road Home(45)

He rolled the soft peaks between his fingers as he began to nibble at the curve of her neck. She let her head fall to her shoulder, giving him better access.

She protested softly when he drew away and let his hands drop. He stood beside the bed and pulled his shirt over his head then unbuttoned his jeans.

His erection sprang free just inches from her face. She reached out, wanting to touch him. Her fingers trailed over the velvety skin, soft and yet so very hard.

What would it taste like? She wanted to find out, wanted to give back the incredible pleasure he’d given her. With a nervous sigh, she grasped him and guided him into her mouth.

Manny moaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”

His hand tangled in her hair, holding her head as he moved in and out of her mouth. She delighted in the power she felt racing through her veins. For the first time in a long while, she felt beautiful, womanly, desirable. And worthy.

Slowly, he pulled away. He bent to capture her lips then he pushed her down on the bed. “I’ve dreamed of this. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She touched his face, danced her fingertips over his firm jaw. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Love me.”

His big body covered hers, and his hand slipped underneath her bu**ocks. Every inch of her skin was pressed to him. There was no part of her that didn’t feel him to her bones.

Their lips mingled, pressed, parted. Her breath came in ragged spurts. His tongue swirled around hers. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped playfully.

Her legs parted when his hand slipped around her waist and delved between her thighs. He knew every place to touch. He knew just how to make her fly apart.

He pressed one finger, then two into her wetness. She arched her back, pressure building low in her pelvis. “I want you inside me,” she panted. “Now.”

He chuckled low then emitted a growl. “I want to be there too, baby.”

She reached between them and grasped him in her hand. He felt larger, harder than before. She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, Manny. I need you.”

Her words seemed to push him over the edge. He shifted her legs wider apart then surged into her, filling her in one fluid motion.

She closed her eyes at the sheer pleasure surging through her. She felt whole in his arms. Safe, cherished and protected.

She locked her legs around his waist then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, fusing her lips to his once more.

“Do.” He kissed her then pulled away. “You.” He smooched softly again in between words. “Have. Any. Idea. How beautiful you are?”

“You talk too much.”

He laughed and rocked forward again, setting a slow, lazy pace. “You’re magnificent.”

Tension spread through her stomach and built into a raging inferno. She urged him faster with her legs. He rose up as his pace increased. Her hands splayed over his broad chest, running over the dips and ridges of his muscles.

“Come with me, baby,” he said hoarsely.

Every muscle in her body tensed. Her body arced, tightened, and she held onto him for dear life. “Oh God, Manny.”

“I have you.”

She cried out as the world exploded around her. Molten pleasure rippled through her body as she bucked against him.

“That’s it, Jules. God, you’re beautiful.”

She opened her eyes as Manny threw his head back and thrust one last time. He shook and trembled between her thighs, and she tightened her legs around his waist.

He fell forward, using his elbows to prevent his weight from crushing her. He rested his forehead on hers and lightly kissed her lips. “I love you.”

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding him as closely as she could. If only this moment could last forever. She closed her eyes and burrowed her face into his neck.

He shifted and rolled to his side, carrying her with him so their positions were maintained. “You feel so damn good in my arms.”

Not nearly as good as she felt being there.

He stroked her hair and rubbed a hand up and down her back. Then he rested his cheek on top of her head. “Sleep, baby. In one more day, we’ll have all the time in the world.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Manuel woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He pried his eyes open, and the first thing he saw were blonde wisps of hair resting over his nose.

He smiled and nuzzled his face deeper into Jules’s hair. The phone went silent then immediately began ringing again.

Damn it.

He reached behind him with his left arm, careful not to move the arm Jules’s head rested on. He groped for a moment until his fingers touched the phone lying on the nightstand.

“This better be good,” he muttered into the phone.

“Get your ass out of bed,” Tony said. “I’ve set up a meeting with Senator Denison in an hour. It’s the only time I could schedule you in. He’s got a pretty busy itinerary for the next several days.”

“Shit. Where?”

“His office in the Senate Building. His aide will be expecting you.”

“All right, I’ll be there.” He looked down at Jules and then spoke quieter into the phone. “I assume you have the townhouse closely guarded.”

“Yeah, I have two FBI agents on the job.” He paused for a moment to chuckle. “You know the feds, they’re always up for something that would be at cross-purposes with the CIA. Your girl should be fine on her own for a while. Unless you’re concerned she’ll bolt?”