Fatal Reckoning (Fatal #14)(105)
“That was a pretty damned good idea you had.”
Cupping her breast in his hand, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, just the way she liked it.
Sam squirmed under him, pushing at his boxers until she could wrap her hand around his erection. “Now. I want you right now.”
“Whatever my baby wants.” He withdrew from her only long enough to remove her panties and his boxers before coming down on top of her again, making her gasp from the pleasure of his skin rubbing against hers.
If there was anything better than this, she’d yet to find it and had no desire whatsoever to look for it.
He slid into her in one deep thrust that nearly made her come. “Scream.” His lips brushed against her ear, setting off goose bumps. “I want to hear you. There’s no one around.”
“The agents…”
“Are next door.” They’d rented the houses on either side of the cabin, so they could provide security when the second family was in residence. “I told them to give us some space tonight.”
“God, you think of everything.”
“Not everything. Only the important stuff.”
She raised her hips to meet his deep stroke. “And this is very important.”
“The most important thing.”
Sam clung to him as their lovemaking took on an intense, almost desperate tone that came from being entirely alone.
He held her so close she could barely breathe, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved him like this, when there was no one around and they could give in to the ravenous desire that raged between them.
Sam reached down to where they were joined, which drew a deep groan from him.
“Do it, babe,” he said, his breathing choppy. “Touch yourself.”
She pressed her fingers to her clit and felt him get even harder inside her, as he always did when she coaxed herself. It didn’t take long for her to bring herself to a screaming orgasm.
He pounded into her, coming right after her with a shout of pleasure before sagging into her arms. For a long time, they were quiet as their bodies cooled and their breathing slowed.
Sam broke the long, contented silence. “I want to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I tell you all the time how much I love you, but…”
“That’s never a good word to add after you tell me you love me.”
Sam laughed and poked him in the ribs, drawing a laugh from him too.
“It’s a good ‘but.’” She took a second to gather her thoughts, which were scattered after he’d made her see stars. “I never could’ve gotten through the immediate aftermath of losing my dad, of working his case, of finding out the truth, of testifying against Stahl, without you there beside me. Just knowing you are there, even when you’re not physically there, it makes all the difference.” She looked up at him looking down at her, his eyes always so gorgeous but even more so in the firelight. “What I’m trying to say is that I love you even more than I did two weeks ago, and that was an awful lot.”
“I feel the same way—that anything is possible, that I can get through anything, as long as I have you. You’re the one who makes it all happen for me.”
Sam drew him into a sweet kiss and felt herself settle somewhat into her new reality. Her life would never be the same without her dad, but she was somehow surviving the loss because she had Nick by her side to take the journey with her. She pictured Skip as he’d been before the shooting. It was an image she would carry with her always as she continued on without her dad.
She would strive every day to make him proud—at home and on the job.
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