Samurai Game (Ghostwalkers, #10)(126)

The explosion, when it came, was mind-numbing, her body clamping down hard on his, gripping with surprising strength, rippling around him, squeezing and grasping greedily, so that his seed jetted deep into her. She had known exactly what she was doing when she’d come to him begging for his body and she was fully committed to their life and their child—should there be one.

She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as the aftershocks took her again and again. She could breathe again now that he was home and safe. The world was right once more.

Sam held her, leaning his back against the wall, staring out at the last of the lanterns bobbing in the pond before they succumbed to the water pouring in from the small series of waterfalls. It took a few minutes to find his breath. He buried his face in her silky mass of hair.

“All I could think about, baby, was getting home to you,” he admitted.

“That’s good.” She nuzzled his neck. “I don’t want you to go away for a long, long time. Let’s just stay here and make love forever.”

He laughed softly. “Two great minds thinking alike. I like that.” He carried her inside, kicking the door closed behind him.

Azami pulled back to look at his face. “I’m sorry, Sammy, I should have greeted you properly,” Azami said, her long lashes sweeping down to veil her cat’s eyes. “I do have the bath ready for you. I just couldn’t wait. Not even to let you relax.”

He smiled at her, bending his head to find her mouth for another earth-shaking moment. “Silly woman, no welcome home could have been better.” He carried her on through to the steamy bathroom. The air was scented and just the memory of their first ritual bath together made his cock jerk to attention all over again. “I know tradition is important to you, but we can bend a few things here and there as needed. And making love to you anytime, anywhere, is always a priority.”

Her lashes swept up and her eyes gleamed at him. “Thank you, Sam. I needed to hear that.”

He put her down, but kept her locked to him with one arm. “I hear you’ve been busy while I was gone.”

“A little. With this and that.”

He bent his head and kissed her. “That’s no answer. I want details. And Ryland’s going to want a report.”

She looked up at him with that composed, serene look he found as sexy as hell. Sam drew her into the shower and took the handheld nozzle to begin their ritual, holding her still with one hand so that she knew he intended to have things his way this time.

“Don’t give me that cute look of yours. It’s not a great feeling coming home and finding my woman was out defending our home while I’m stuck in the jungle.”

“Really?” Her eyebrow shot up and she leaned her head back against his chest while he took his time soaping her breasts. “I would have thought you’d be very happy you don’t have to worry about me—or any of the others—when you’re away.”

He dropped another kiss on top of all that thick silky hair. “I suppose you have a point.” His fingers traced the spiderweb down to her belly. “Tell me.” He couldn’t help that his voice had gone a little gruff.

“I found all the women extremely intriguing. Their individual gifts are amazing. Dahlia in particular. She actually built a wall of fire between the compound on the western facing slope and those trying to gain access. It was comical when I saw the video surveillance after. Whitney must have forgotten just how enhanced these women are.” She squirmed a little as he brought his hand—and the nozzle with water—between her legs.

She gave a small gasp as he directed the spray against her clit. “Sammy, I can’t think properly when you’re doing that.”

He kept up the pressure for a few more moments, until she was moaning, her hips moving subtly. He went back to washing her, enjoying the feel of her skin against his palms as he washed the inside of her thighs.

He bent his head to place his lips against her ear. “I plan to eat you up, Azami,” he informed her. “Take my time and just enjoy myself.”

Her eyes went darker than ever, turning to liquid. Her lips parted slightly as her breath turned a little ragged.

“Did you visit with any of the women in between holding off an assault and assassinating traitors?” His fingers stroked her thigh as he ran the water down her slender legs.

She nodded. “I liked them very much. I’m getting to know Lily, and Flame is very nice as well. Lily let me spend time with Daniel, and I’ve decided having a child is worth the worry.”

He laughed softly. “I noticed.”

She blushed. “I met Saber, from Team Two. We knew each other as children. She’s a couple of years older than me and was good to me. It was nice to fight alongside her and catch up on her life. Her husband is very nice. I’m happy for her.”

“Were they all welcoming?” he asked. His voice had gone husky. Washing her body, paying attention to shadows and hollows, using the water to thoroughly clean her, yet deliberately teasing her body with hands, mouth, and water had aroused him as much as it had her. He handed her the spray nozzle and sank down onto the little wooden stool.

“They were very welcoming, Sam,” she said. “I’m going to love living here. Daiki and Eiji feel they can make this a second home.”

She took her time, her movements unhurried and thorough. He didn’t expect less from her. Caring for him was important to her, and she made certain that she attended him very thoroughly. This time, when she was washing his groin, her fingers and mouth were every bit as busy as the sea sponge, not so subtly paying him back for his arousing ministrations.