Page 65 of Deep Cover

It was still him.

It was always going to be him.

FIFTEEN

He crossed the room in three strides and ripped her off her feet before his name fully left her lips.

“Reid!” she gasped, hands flying to his shoulders as he turned for the bed in one smooth glide. He lay her on the mattress and followed her down, sinking his weight over her, unable to hold back this storm between them anymore.

It was lightning strikes and booms of thunder. It was molten lava spewing from a volcano. It was tides crashing against shores.

He found her mouth and took control.

With a moan, she latched on to his shoulders tighter, fingers digging in.

In the war room, he’d wanted this—her mouth, the little sounds she made as he swept his tongue across hers. He wanted her to say she loved him back, dammit.

Now he didn’t need the words. He knew it by the look in her eyes when he walked in that door and the press of her fingertips into his muscle.

Cupping her face in one palm, he deepened the kiss, pouring out everything he couldn’t find the words to say. She arched into him, sliding her hands down his back and curling them into his shirt. He groaned against her mouth, delivering kiss after smoldering kiss because stopping wasn’t a possibility his body was willing to consider.

“Ryss.” Her name burst out roughly between kisses, barely a syllable. “God, Ryss.”

She answered him with her hands, lips and tongue. She pulled him down harder and he let himself believe, just for tonight, that whatever came after didn’t matter yet.

Only this.

They tore off each other’s clothes and his mind blanked to anything but her sweet noises of pleasure as he nibbled the column of her throat and spattered kisses over the tops of her breasts.

When he took one straining nipple between his lips, he watched her eyelids droop and her mouth part on a gasp.

He teased the tip into a hard bud, alternating swipes of his tongue with grazes of his teeth. By the time he pulled free and moved to take her other nipple, she was bucking against him for more.

“Reid! God, Reid,” she echoed his earlier words.

He slipped his hand down the curve of her side and landed on her hip. In one swift move, he eased down her body and clasped her thighs.

“Open for me. Let me have you.”

She cried out and let her thighs fall apart. He parted them even more and buried his tongue in her pussy. Liquid heat bathed his tongue. His cock throbbed hard against the mattress, protesting the control he wouldn’t relinquish yet.

He wanted to give her the goddamn world, but all he had was this moment in time. She could leave in five minutes or five hours or five days. No one knew, but this minute—right now—could be theirs.

Swirling his tongue through her soaking folds, he licked a path to her clit. When he applied pressure, her thighs tightened and she rocked her hips. As he slid one finger inside her drenched heat, she let out a roughened groan that he felt to the pit of his soul.

He added a second finger and pressed them inside her nice and slow while lapping at her bundle of nerves until she writhed. Her throat arched. Her head was thrown back. Freckles stood out against her pink cheeks.

With a slow withdrawal, he watched her come apart for him even as he felt her beginning to pulse under his tongue.

“Faster!”

A guttural noise tore from his throat and he lost himself in pleasing her with hard, fast thrusts of his fingers and the perfect pressure of his lips on her clit that would drive her to an end she’d never forget.

Her hips bucked upward and hovered in the air. Her fingers dug into his scalp as her release struck. He moaned against her pussy, driving her higher and higher as he pushed her further.

Before she’d totally come down, he hovered over her. Their lips met in a hungry kiss that spiraled on for endless minutes.

He wanted inside her the way he wanted air. His cock was a steely rod jerking against his abs. But if this was their final time together, he was going to make it last.