Page 48 of Cast in Shadow
It was stunning, and yet he felt the restlessness starting to stir. The waiting was getting to him. He wanted to be out, doing something.
“Nice night, huh?”
The familiar voice was a smooth stroke over his skin. He spun around, afraid his eyes were playing tricks on him.
“Aggie!”
“I heard you might be looking for me.”
Without conscious thought, he closed the space between them and drew her into his arms. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, unleashing the last six weeks of worry, frustration, and regret into the kiss. She took it all.
When he pulled away, he laid his forehead against hers. “You came back. You’re okay.”
“I came back. I’m okay.”
“Listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
“No, you listen,” she said, putting a finger to his lips. “No talking tonight, okay?”
“No talking?”
“No talking.”
“What shall we do then?”
Her hand stroked his chest, causing shivers to travel down his spine. The woman’s touch did things to him. Wiped thoughts of everything but getting her naked and moaning his name in ecstasy from his mind.
He palmed her ass and lifted, pleased when she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Lowering his mouth, he kissed her like a man possessed because that was exactly what he was.
She opened for him eagerly, welcoming his tongue while her nails scraped against the back of his scalp and she pulled at his hair. He thought about taking her inside, then decided against it. He backed her up against the glass and used the pressure to hold her in place while he made quick work of pulling down her stretchy leggings.
He set her on her feet only long enough to allow her to kick them off while he released and wrapped himself. Within the span of a few heartbeats, she was back in his arms, up against the glass, and he was sliding inside her. She was so hot. So wet. So ready. She moaned in pleasure, and he felt it everywhere.
Her tight sheath squeezed around him, drawing him in deeper, even as her arms and legs did the same. When he bottomed out, he paused, giving them both a moment. She needed to adjust to his intrusion. He needed to rein in the animalistic urge to fuck until they both saw stars.
It was even better than he remembered. Absolute bliss.
He began to move, her rhythmic clenching suggesting she was already close. He was right there with her. He pulled his hips back in a long, reluctant withdrawal until nothing remained inside her, except the tip. Then he pushed forward with a sudden, powerful thrust, burying himself so deep that it was impossible to tell where he left off and she began.
“Again,” she whispered huskily.
He was only too glad to oblige. Repeatedly.
“Zeke.”
His name on her lips was a desperate plea. She was looking up at him, her eyes filled with want and need and so much more—a mirror image of everything inside him. He held her gaze and buried himself deep in her body, feeling her climax almost as intensely as he felt his own.
They stayed like that, clinging to one another, hearts pounding, breaths heavy, staring into each other’s eyes.
Deep in his chest, something shifted, and he knew nothing would ever be the same.
* * *
He stroked a finger down the curve of her back, savoring the smooth silkiness of her skin and the sense of deja vu. Daylight streamed in through the window, revealing the dips and curves he’d been worshipping through the night. Her skin was lightly bronzed, as if she’d spent some time in the sun since the last time he’d seen her. The golden highlights streaking her rich brown hair further corroborated his theory.
“That feels good,” she murmured in the sated purr of a satisfied woman.
The sex had been wild and desperate at first, but as the night wore on, it had become slower, less physical, more emotional. It was new territory for him, but he wasn’t panicking like he probably should have been. He’d already accepted that this woman had gotten under his skin. Now, he just had to figure out what to do about it.
