Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(89)

“Yes,” she easily agreed as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, “I do.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because,” she said with a shy smile and a blush that took him by surprise, “I know that it wasn’t you. You’d never hurt me, Christofer.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head as his hold on her tightened, “I wouldn’t.”

“Because you live in fear of my new mighty skills,” she teased as she leaned in and playfully nipped at his lower lip, surprising a chuckle out of him.

“Yes, I do,” he said, terrified of the power that she had over him, but craving it more than anything.

“Since we have that little matter straightened out………” she said huskily, letting her words trail off as her h*ps rolled with a little more force, reminding him that he was inside the woman that drove him out of his f**king mind and he was wasting time, something that he would never be able to forgive himself for.

He took her mouth roughly, careful not to nick her tongue with his fangs, uncaring if he cut his tongue on hers. She kissed him, meeting him stroke for stroke as he turned with her in his arms and laid her back on the bed. Before her back hit the bed he was thrusting inside her. There was no finesse or skill to his movements, something that he prayed that she wouldn’t notice. He took her with everything that he had, opening his senses and focusing on the way that her ni**les were pressed against his chest, the feel of her warm skin against his, the feel of her beautiful mouth, the way her hot sheath gripped him tightly with every stroke and the desperate way that she pulled at his ass, demanding that he f**k her harder.

Immense pleasure rode up his shaft and this time he didn’t try fighting it, because he knew that he was beyond stopping with the way that she whimpered his name against his lips, dug her nails in his ass and worked her h*ps so that she could meet every one of his strokes. When the need to bite her took hold of him, he thrust against her harder, driving his c**k into her wet core over and over again until it become too much.

Pressing one last desperate kiss against her lips, he turned his head and offered his neck, giving Cloe the pleasure that he could never allow himself.

“Cloe…mein Schatz……….f*ck!” he growled incoherently as Cloe struck, burying her fangs inside his neck as her sheath clamped down around him, her walls pulsing uncontrollably as she ripped the orgasm from him, giving him what no other woman could.

Peace.

Chapter 38

“What’s our plan?” she asked, trying to focus on what they needed to do instead of the fact that she’d just had the most amazing sex of her life with a man that she refused to allow herself to fall for.

She didn’t fall in love, she reminded herself as she barely resisted the urge to reach out and run her hand over his bare shoulder. It would only send the wrong message and right now she needed to remember that this wasn’t permanent. While it was true that she would never have to worry about Christofer dying one day, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that this was going to last for eternity.

One day he’d grow tired of her or find someone new and then it would be over and she would be on her own. So, for now she was going to just enjoy the time they had together, have more of that amazing sex and learn as much as she could from Christofer before he walked away.

“I don’t have a plan,” Christofer admitted as he finished tying his shoe.

“You don’t have a plan?” she repeated back slowly, sure that she’d misheard him.

“No,” he answered as he stood up and pulled a grey tee shirt on, covering that incredible chest and torso that she hadn’t fully appreciated yet, giving her a chance to stay focused on the fact that the man that she was trusting her ass with just admitted that he planned on escaping what came down to a military compound without a plan.

Yeah……….

“Then how exactly did you plan on escaping without getting caught?” she demanded, for the first time regretting turning down her social worker when he’d strongly suggested that joining the military was the best way for someone like her to pay for college.

“I figured we’d just wing it,” he said with a shrug that she really didn’t appreciate, not one bit.

“You figured we’d just wing it?” she repeated, truly at a loss for words.

Wow, just….wow…….

“Unless you have a better plan,” he offered, moving over to her backpack and double-checking that they hadn’t forgotten anything.

“We could give it another day,” she suggested, sounding hopeful and for good reason.

She was not looking forward to this. Not at all. They had no weapons and apparently they didn’t even have a plan. She really didn’t see this working, but she didn’t say anything, mostly because she didn’t feel like putting up with him scowling at her for the next ten minutes.

He shook his head as he picked up the bag and headed for the door. “We can’t wait another day,” he said tightly, making her frown as she hurried after him.

“Why not?” she asked, catching up to him by the time he made it to the living room. “What difference will one more day make?”

He didn’t look at her as he answered, “A world of difference.”

“And why exactly is that?” she asked, struggling to keep up.