Page 50 of More Than a Hero
Relief and need flickered in her eyes. “Then I want this,” she whispered, brushing her lips over his. “I want you.”
A growl rumbled in his chest, and he didn’t hesitate. His gaze locked onto hers, asking for permission one last time. She nodded, her pupils blown wide with desire. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her.
A strangled cry escaped her lips as she clung to him, her body stretching to accommodate him.
Pete went still, gripping her thighs, his forehead pressing against hers as he struggled to hold himself together. She felt like heaven—hot, tight, perfect.
“Jesus, Angie,” he groaned.
She wiggled, a teasing smile curving her lips. “Pete, please. Do something.”
A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to ask me twice.”
Bracing her against the tile, he began moving, slow at first, savoring every glide, every sensation. Her moans filled the steamy air, and he swallowed them with a kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts.
He moved faster, deeper, gripping her hips as he lost himself in the feel of her. His self-control hung by a thread, but he held back, determined to make her come first. Sliding a hand between their bodies, he found the taut bundle of nerves and circled it with his thumb.
Angie’s breath hitched, her body tensing.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Come for me, baby.”
She shattered. Her head fell back against the shower wall, her back arching as she cried out his name. The sight of her parted lips, eyes squeezed shut, and body trembling in release was enough to send him over the edge.
A guttural groan ripped from his chest as his own climax slammed into him. He held her tight, his muscles locking as he spilled deep inside her, his entire body trembling from the force of it. For a long moment, neither of them moved, both caught in the aftershocks. Pete then slowly eased her down, keeping his arms around her so she wouldn’t slip.
She rested her forehead against his chest, breathing hard. “Well,” she finally said, her voice drowsy and sated. “That was… incredible.”
Pete huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss to her damp hair. “Yeah. I’m keeping you.”
She tilted her head, giving him a teasing smirk. “Oh? That a fact?”
“Damn right.” He kissed her again, slower this time, pouring all his emotions into it.
They stayed under the spray a little longer, letting the warmth wash over them, before finally stepping out. Pete grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her first before taking another for himself.
They dressed in comfortable clothes—he in sweats and a T-shirt, and she in one of his old shirts that swallowed her frame—and made their way back to the kitchen.
The scent of the food she’d brought still lingered in the air, but Pete barely cared about eating anymore.
Angie moved to heat their dinner, and he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. She hummed in contentment, leaning into him.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?”
“For being here. For taking care of me. For…” He hesitated, then finally admitted, “For making me feel like I’m not in this alone.”
She turned in his arms, resting a hand against his cheek. “You’re not.”
Something shifted between them at that moment. Something deeper than lust, more profound than just desire. Pete wasn’t sure if it was love yet. But he was sure of one thing. Whatever this was between them, it was real. And he wasn’t letting go.
21
ROBERT
Robert’s hands trembled as he picked up the old-fashioned phone receiver, his grip unsteady. He hadn’t called anyone when they’d first booked him… hadn’t wanted to. He’d tried to act tough by wearing the kind of expression that said he didn’t give a damn. Maybe if he looked mean enough, they’d leave him alone. That was what he’d told himself. But the reality of sitting in a drab cell, the weight of his choices pressing against his chest, had him feeling anything but tough.
All those rumors about jail that made grown men piss themselves had been swirling in his mind ever since they’d locked the door behind him. He thought he could fake his way through it, but after the detectives finished questioning him, it hit him like a freight train. He wasn’t just going to walk out of here. Not when he’d been in a car packed with things he didn’t even know were there. Not when he was tied to a guy like that.
