Deadly Justice (33 page)

A groan escaped his throat and she smiled.  Her tongue swept along the exposed skin of his shoulder, savoring its salty tang before grasping it lightly with her teeth.  A quick nip and his shaky inhaled breath added to the need spiraling deep in her core.  Desire coiled low in her belly.  She knew it wasn't easy for him to cede control to her in the bedroom.  Dominant by nature, all their previous times together he'd been the one who'd set the tone, and she'd been the one who submitted. 

Tonight was different.  Tonight she wanted, no needed, to express her feelings for Samuel.  She planned on saying the words, but more than words, her actions would prove beyond doubt she loved him.  Her hands continued their downward exploration, gliding across his chest, fingertips skimming his rigid abdomen, the muscles outlined and defined.  His body was perfection.  A work of art.  The gym workouts and the physical demands of his job honed him, sculpted him into her ideal of perfection.   Swinging her leg across his thighs, she pushed upward and straddled him, his rock hard erection pressed against her belly.

Her mouth encircled his nipple and another groan escaped him.  Drawing the taut flesh into her mouth, her tongue teased and licked, abrading the hardened tip.  She pressed her nose against his throat, inhaling the masculine scents of her lover.

The word love didn’t begin to encompass the depths of feeling this man aroused within her.  He was the very air she breathed, every beat of her heart.  Without him, she was nothing.  She yearned to say the words, tell him how much she loved him, but sometimes the words weren’t enough. 

Tonight she’d give him those words—and let him know with the worshiping of his body—she was his.  Heart, mind, and soul, forever and always. 

“Babe, you're killing me.”  Samuel's voice sounded low and guttural.  His hand stroked a soft trail down her spine and back up again, clasping the back of her neck as he pulled her up for an all-consuming kiss.  Lips met lips, tongues and teeth meshing in a jumble of mindless need.  He devoured her with that mind-numbing kiss, and Andrea poured all the love she felt into it.  

Pulling back from the kiss, her eyes met his stare boldly.  “I think you can handle anything I dish out.”

Samuel chuckled.  “Bring it, babe. Just remember, I'll get my turn soon.”

Reaching between their bodies, her hand wrapped around his erection firmly, encircling the swollen turgid flesh.  Like the rest of his body, he was big all over and she adored every inch of him.  Her hand pumped up and down, building a rhythm and his indrawn breath and the bunching of his muscles under her thighs told her without words how she affected him.  

“What would you like me do?”  Andrea's voice came out as a husky whisper, raising her head as she voiced the question, peering at him through the tangle of hair falling around her.  Tonight she wanted everything to feel special. 

They'd come through a life-and-death situation, survived against all odds and she wanted to celebrate being alive, and being with the one man in the whole world who meant everything.  The idea of giving him his fantasy wish didn't seem like too much.  It barely scratched the surface of all the things she planned to do and say to him this night.

“You on top.  Ride me.”  Desire pooled low in her belly at his words.  Tonight nothing was taboo or out of bounds.  The few times they'd made love, Samuel had demanded control with his words and his actions.  Tonight she was in charge, and she intended to make it special.  A celebration of life and living and loving the man in her arms. 

Each time she thought she couldn’t possibly love him more, he’d do something like this, handing her the reins and ceding control, letting her guide their lovemaking, and the boundaries of her heart expanded and filled even more.

“I love you so much, my darling.”   Andrea's whispered words held a promise.

Samuel's eyes widened at her proclamation.  His hand swept up, brushed the curls from her face and tucked them behind her ear.  “No more than I love you.  You are my everything.”

With the declaration of his love ringing in her ears, Andrea lifted her hips, tilted and angled her body, and grasped Samuel's shaft firmly in her hand.  Her thumb slid through the moisture coating its tip. Guiding his firmness through her slick folds, she positioned his straining erection at her opening.  Easing down inch by delectable inch, she slid lower, wiggling and rotating her hips to take him deeper.

Samuel's low moan was a symphony that fueled her soul.  Knowing she could make him feel loved, feel cherished, those things were important.  Tonight, she wanted his control gone.  Wanted him wild and free, on the edge of desperation.

Hips lifting, he rocked up into her.  Her body burned as it stretched to accommodate him.  Andrea moved in a sensuous rhythm.  Leaning forward, she captured Samuel's mouth with hers while she slowly undulated, putting a little swivel movement into each downward slide.  She gasped as his mouth broke free from hers.  His head fell against the pillow, his hands reaching for her.

Head thrown back, her hair spilled across her shoulders and down her back.  Samuel threaded his hands into its mass, fingers tightening on her scalp and pulling lightly as he drove up into her, hips thrusting in concert with the rhythm she'd started.  She'd tried for slow, seductive.  Instead, a fast and furious tempo took over.  Breath hitched in her throat when Samuel's fingers slid through her wet folds, teasing her clit.  His hips pistoned up, her body matching each rhythmic thrust of him deep within her core.

So close
.  Sensations fluttered inside her.  His talented hands and mouth slid along the underside of her breast, then grasped the nipple gently in his teeth.  It sent her soaring into a mind-shattering orgasm.  He laved the areola before blowing a gentle breath of air across the dampness.  Nipples sensitive to his abrading tongue, she gasped as he moved from one to the other, showering it with the same dedication and attention he'd showed the first.

Her climax swept through her and she screamed Samuel's name, back arched as wave after wave of delicious warmth filled her as he joined her moments later.

Taking an exhausted breath, she rolled off him and snuggled against his side, her head resting against his chest.  She heard the thundering heartbeat beneath her ear slowly return to normal, and with a sigh, wrapped her arms around him, flinging one leg across his. 

“Love you.”  The words were a light caress across against her forehead and her lips curled up.  He'd said it earlier in response to her declaration, but this was different.  The heat of passion had died back to a subtle glowing ember, the urgency diminished, and his utterance was both deliberate and evocative, because he meant the words. 

“I love you too.”  She wiggled closer against his warmth, and he wrapped her within his embrace with a contented sigh. 

“Marry me?”

“What?”  She lifted her head off his chest and stared into those pale gray eyes.  Had she heard him right?

“Yes, you heard me.”  The corner of his lips ticked up.  “Marry me.  Move to New Orleans.  With Webster out of the picture, we're both starting a new chapter in our lives.  I love you, you said you love me.”  She nodded at his words. 

“You don't think it's too soon?”

“I think we've lived through more in the last week than some people do in their entire lifetimes.”  He reached forward and brushed back the tears running down her cheek with his thumb.  “We've got a chance to make a fresh start, here in New Orleans.  What's that old saying—come live with me and be my love?” 

“Yes.”  She couldn't stop the grin spreading across her lips, even as the tears continued to fall.  Flinging herself into his arms, she repeated, “Yes, yes, yes!” 

He leaned back against the pillows, pulling her back against his shoulder.  “There's one catch, though.”

He's already trying to hedge his bets?

“What?” 

“You've got to quit The Agency.” 

She'd already planned to quit, but what kind of a partner would she be if she gave in too easily. 

“Well, Zach isn't going to be happy, you know.”

“He'll get over it.” 

She liked the possessive growly tone in his voice.  It sent a little fresh tingle through her sated body. 

“It won't be easy.  They let me go once, but I'm not sure they'll be happy about letting go a second time.”  She had to be honest, things might get tricky, especially if The Agency tried to play hardball. 

“It won't be a problem.  You're part of Carpenter Security Services now.”

She struggled to sit up and leaned over him.  “I am?” 

“It's a package deal, sweetheart.  Marry me, you're part of the team.” 

Reaching down, she grabbed the edge of the sheet and pulled it up over them.  They'd butt heads, there was no question.  They were two strong, independent, and stubborn people.  But working for CSS would give her focus and a new purpose.  It was a chance she wasn't going to turn down. 

With a grin, she snuggled back into his arms, and patted his chest.

“Whatever you say, dear.” 

“Keep saying that and we're going to get along fine.”  She heard the smile in his words.  Yep, it was going to be a bumpy ride, and she couldn't wait for it to start. 

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Kathy Ivan spent most of her life with her nose between the pages of a book. From best-selling authors to just-getting-started writers, as long as it was a good story, she devoured it and happily searched for the next romance novel. It didn't matter if the book was a paranormal romance, romantic suspense, or action and adventure thrillers, sweet & spicy or sexy novella. As long as there was an alpha hero and a feisty heroine who got their happily ever after, she'd gladly spend her time with a psychic in New Orleans, or a mysterious stranger manipulating the fates of lovers. You might find her deep in the woods with her werewolf lover, or being wined and dined by the sexy vampire who loves her, or talking to ghosts.

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(New Orleans Connection Series Book #1)

 

Excerpt:

 

A
pool of matted dark red blood spread out in a macabre halo beneath the gray hair of Mrs. Abigail Spencer.  For one brief moment, Connor gave thanks he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.  It wouldn't do to spew chunks all over the poor old woman.

He whirled around at Alyssa's sharp intake of breath right behind him.  Damn it, he'd told her to wait outside.  Then again, why was he surprised she hadn't listened?  The whole time they'd been married, she'd never listened to anything he'd said then, either.

“Connor?  Is she . . .?”