Page 117 of Until the End

“Mine either.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Want to skip it?” God, please say yes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been comfortable enough with a woman to risk going bareback.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to think that I sleep around without a condom. I don’t. Actually, I’ve never had sex without one.” She made it sound monumental.

He guessed it kind of was, to be so intimate with a person that there was nothing between the two of you.

“This isn’t just sex for me,” she added. “I don’t want this, us, to end when your mission is over. I think I’m…falling…in love with you.” Kit did a little lip nibble.

His heart sank at the lie. He was completely gone for this woman and had already fallen in deep. Not once had he considered that she might not feel the same.

“That’s not true,” she said. “I don’t think. I know. I’m in love with you, Castle. I realize it’s fast. Too fast for a rational, sane person. I don’t expect you to say it back because I said it. Or to feel what I feel. I just needed you to know.”

Smiling, he cupped her face in his hands and crushed his mouth to hers.

Kit kissed him back, meeting his tongue with her own eagerness, pouring her whole heart into it. She explored his mouth greedily, ravenously, like a woman starved.

Drowning in her, kissing her hard and fierce, he didn’t want it to end either. This was the beginning and he wanted to experience the journey with her. The destination didn’t even matter, only being with her did.

She took him in her hands, guiding him between her spread thighs where he longed to be, and squeezed his cock. All the blood deserted his head and double-timed to his groin.

He rammed home, filling her in one smooth, sweet thrust. “Fuck,” he groaned. She felt so damn good, so slick and warm.

Her fingers dug deliciously into his backside. She writhed and bucked her hips, taking all of him.

His breath was nothing but ragged panting, his control lost as he moved. The pleasure tore through him. He took her harder, deeper, faster, but it didn’t satisfy his appetite.

Her hands and her mouth were all over him, everywhere, caressing him, clutching him, loving him, urging him on as though she couldn’t get enough either.

Knowing she craved him the way he did her was like having the world in the palm of his hand. Made him feel invincible. Before long, her tight heat was constricting his shaft, ripples of sensation moving through him, working him to the edge along with her.

“Castle.” She came around him, quivering, his name on her lips.

The ache inside him swelled. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His own release was immediate and intense.

Collapsing, heavy and loose, he lay in a tangle of her arms and legs.

He’d never had sex—made love—with such a desperate intensity. The two of them joined physically and on a deeper level was the most powerful thing he’d ever experienced.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “I was kind of aggressive. Too much?”

She buried her face in the warm curve of his neck, kissed his jugular, and then nipped him. “I liked it. Next time, I want you to talk dirty to me, really filthy, in the same tone you used on Cutter. All bossy and demanding.”

He bit back a laugh. “Sure, but you’d tell me if you didn’t enjoy something, right?”

She climbed on top of him. “Have you ever known me to hold back my opinion?”

“No, ma’am.” Their bodies were flush shoulder to pelvis, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop touching her, running his hands over her body. “It has been a brutally fast, crazy ride for us.” He tightened his arm around her. “I love you too, Kit-Kat.”

Her grin hit him bright and hot, her eyes glittering with happiness—so beautiful his heart ached. No other moment in his life rivalled this one.

“Good,” she said, socking him playfully in the gut. “I was starting to wonder.”

“Well, I’ve got to keep you on your toes. I can’t have you getting bored with me.” He nuzzled her cheek.

“I find that highly unlikely.” She kissed him with all the heat from the fire she showed him every day. “I’m going to take a shower.” She gave his mouth a quick peck, climbed out of bed, and padded into the bathroom.

His skin protested at the loss of her softness and heat. Echoes of the rush hummed in his body, stirring along his nerves, buzzing across his skin.