I don’t want to make her stay on her knees for too long, but I have no problem with it myself. I kick off my pants as she takes off my shirt, and she squeals as I lift her to the bed.
She squirms and shimmies, but the dress gets stuck on her head. “Not exactly the sexy removal I imagined.” She says exactly what I’m thinking.
I’m already pushing her thong past her knees, teasing her with kisses on her thigh. She moans impatiently as I get closer to her center. She’s already wet, and one long lick sends me into a frenzy, like a man who’s walked a thousand miles in the desert and her body is the one oasis. Her moans and pants spur me on as I slide two fingers inside while I devour her clit. She screams and shakes with pleasure.
Between pants she says, “Can we do the multiple soul-crushing orgasms later?”
“Um, that’s sort of our thing,” I counter.
“Yes, I agree.” She nods, but her eyes blaze with passion and anger. “But if your dick isn’t inside of me in the next five seconds, I will murder you.”
Who am I to deny this woman? I position myself at her entrance and pick up her legs. “Put them on my shoulders,” I demand, but she pauses. “I’m all healed up and I want to feel you like this.”
She grins and complies. And fuck, she feels even better this time than she did back in Europe. She’s amazing and everything I want. When we’re connected, everything feels right. She’s a joy to fuck, and I can’t help it, all my feels come rushing in. I want her. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.
We climax at the same time, and fall together too. I need to hold her to keep myself grounded. To keep her grounded in the moment. And I don’t want her falling asleep.
I sit up in bed with her back pressed against my chest, my arms around her body and our fingers laced. She breathes slowly as we sync up together. All the stress and tension that’s racked my brain for the past year is gone. Right now, at this moment, she’s mine.
She makes a little happy sigh and nuzzles into my chest. “Worth it.”
“The wait?”
“All of it—the risk, the loneliness, the constant stress to make sure you’re alive and safe. It’s all worth it.”
“Really?”
“The small moments we get together are completely worth it.”
I hate to ask, but I have to. “How much longer do you think you’ll be…er…busy?”
She’s silent for a few minutes. “I don’t know. It could be a few weeks, it could be a few years.” She twists her body aroundand meets my gaze. “The Four Families made a dangerous and elusive enemy. As soon as we get close to even figuring out his identity, data is deleted, witnesses turn up dead, or someone on the team is reassigned.”
“But not you?”
“No. And I don’t know who I can trust. Well, other than Alana and you.” She rests her head on my shoulder. “I can’t give you any hard definitive answers. God, this must be doing a number on your trust issues.”
I huff. “You have no idea.”
“I would understand if you want to walk away and start a new life. Honestly, I never expected you to stay faithful to me.”
My stomach knots, my body reacting faster than my brain does. She wants to break up with me. Or at least give me an out.
I pull her close. “Our vague, mysterious relationship isn’t keeping me from living my life, and I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. There’s no other romantic prospects on the horizon. Between Ian adjusting to life in America and Uri being a general pain in my ass, I don’t have much of an interest in the dating world. Besides, after you, everyone else is bland and bitter.” But a new thought hits me. “But if you’re feeling trapped and you want out of our vague relationship, then I’ll understand.”
“NO!” She jolts back and almost slams her head into my chin. “We’re so close to getting this right, for us to be real. And I don’t know if you’ve met men before, but they kinda suck.”
I laugh. “Honestly, I have no idea what you see in us.”
Her cell phone beeps and she groans. My stomach knots up. “Do you have to go?”
She nuzzles up closer to me and doesn’t answer. “I hate this.”
“Me too.” I press my lips to her head. “How many times can we use the burner to contact each other?”
“Two more times, then we need to get new ones.”
I lift her off my chest. “So the only thing keeping us from talking is getting new phones?”