Razor's Edge: Men in Blue, Book 2 (30 page)

When he returned to her side, the world seemed perfect. She settled into his open arms, forgetting about all her problems. At least for one night. His unending caresses and romantic whispers lulled her. She pretended nothing could wreck what they’d started to build and that, come morning, everything would be as flawless as it appeared in the silvery moonlight streaming through the window to dance over their joined forms.

Chapter Twenty

Isabella’s heavy lids struggled to open. The pinch of discomfort between her legs paired with the throbbing in her arm to inspire a wince. Solid heat generated by the man holding her, protecting her, erased any lingering aches.

“Good morning, Izzy.” He brushed a kiss to the corner of her eye from his post behind her.

“Mmm. How long have you been awake?” She angled her face to smile at him without budging from the shelter of his arms. The disarray of his rumpled hair and the slumberous cast to his sexy eyes had her gulping.

“Long enough to figure out your secret.” He grinned.

For a moment her mind raced. Her days of deceit were over. She had withheld nothing from this man. “What do you mean?”

“Ms. Isabella Buchanan, I’m sorry to inform you that you snore.”

“I do not.” She tapped his shoulder with a lighthearted slap.

“Like a chainsaw, princess. How does such a loud sound come out of such a dainty mouth?”

“If it did, it’s your fault for knocking me out with the greatest sex of all time.”

“I was pretty fucking awesome, wasn’t I?” He tickled her while he continued his smug teasing, drawing a shriek from her parted lips. When she squirmed in his hold, she had the last laugh. His half-hard cock awakened where it nestled between the globes of her ass.

She hitched her hips, guiding his erection between her thighs. They rocked together. The arousal he generated with their sensual friction counteracted some of her soreness. His stiffening shaft slipped across her damp tissue, the tip nudging her entrance on each pass.

If she could have purred, she would have. Instead, she dragged his hand to her breast, goading him into smothering her ripe flesh while she rubbed her nipple into the heart of his palm.

Isabella moaned. She tilted her pelvis until her pussy aligned with Razor’s prodding hard-on. When he skimmed her opening, she clenched, kissing the head with her lower lips.

The intimate contact had him flexing in reaction, shoving his heated cock the barest bit inside her. She spread her legs, pleased when he shifted to support her knee, holding her open.

Could she be lucky enough to experience the earth-shattering pleasure he’d brought her last night again so soon? She hid her slight wince at the twinges of discomfort prickling her in pursuit of the avalanche of rapture he would trigger.

Hope spread throughout her body when they strained together, burying him another inch into her welcoming sheath. The groan of regret she released when he slid free morphed into a cry of delight as he fucked her slit, rubbing their combined slickness over the tight bud of her clit.

She undulated beneath the delicious pleasure, causing him to tuck inside her pussy once more.

“This is a dangerous game, princess. I’m not wearing a condom.” He groaned in her ear. “Even like this, there’s risk. But shit, you’re like wet satin on my cock. Had my physicals to get reinstated. I’m clean.”

“A little more, please.”

“It’s reckless.”

“Don’t care.” The only important thing in that moment was having him inside her again. Pregnancy didn’t frighten her. If it weren’t for the timing and how screwed up her life was at the moment, she’d welcome a child. His child. Children. Once she’d digested Malcolm’s betrayal on their wedding night, accepting she’d never have a family of her own had delivered the next biggest blow.

Now, things could be different. Her whole life changed by the hour. Improved.

She shuddered, driving James further into her channel. The motion stung a little, reminding her of her inexperience in this world. It didn’t stop her from craving more. Curious and eager, she wriggled closer to his heat.

“A few more seconds.” His reply pushed through gritted teeth.

He pumped into her from behind, both of them on their sides. She reached down to spread the lips of her pussy, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden there as James had taught her by example.

The angle permitted them both to watch. The sight of his possession set her ablaze.

“That’s right, princess. Rub yourself.” He panted as he tried to control his own arousal. “You’re so hot. So responsive. Can feel you gathering around me.”

When he bit her shoulder, she arched. The shift caused his cock to glance off a particularly sensitive place inside her. He maintained his gentle thrusts, accurate and effective. Too soon, her orgasm built in the pit of her stomach.

Isabella focused on the speck of delight until it blazed into a full-on climax.

“That’s right, give in.” He groaned.

Razor went stock still as she convulsed around him. He allowed her to wring satisfaction from his embedded cock while one hand cupped her neck, ensuring her line of sight. When the contractions quieted, he whipped from her pulsing depths. He flattened her hand, which still petted her pussy with light strokes, over his exposed shaft.

“Feel what you do to me,” he growled.

He thrust, wild, between the saturated folds of her pussy and her palm—once, twice, three times—before the purple head flared. The tips of her fingers caressed his balls where they drew tight. His cock twitched in her hand. Jet after jet of hot come spewed from his impressive erection, glazing her hand, coating her belly and decorating the soft blond curls of her pubic hair.

The echoes of her own release had her throbbing in time with the pounding of his heart, which thumped at her back. Before she could recover from the alluring vision, he’d wrapped his arms around her. Razor turned, rolling them from the bed.

He guided her to the bathroom, turning the shower on full-blast with one flick of his wrist.

Isabella smeared the mix of their fluids over her stomach and breast before raising the tip of her finger to her mouth. She licked their unique flavor from the digit while he stared.

“Holy shit, that’s hot.” He clutched her hips, yanking her close while they waited for the water to warm. “What do we taste like, princess?”

“See for yourself.” When he dodged the sample she proffered, she blushed. Had she crossed a line?

“Not like that, Izzy.” Razor perched on the low edge of the tub. He tugged her over to straddle his spread thighs. She clutched the towel bar to her left for support. Her right hand dropped to his silky hair when he raised one of her legs, balancing the crook of her knee on his upper arm.

His splayed hand landed on her lower back. The stroking of his fingers tensed and released his biceps, which her thigh rested on. The wanton pose leveled his mouth at optimal height for what she prayed he intended.

Sure enough, he leaned forward, lapping at the evidence of their lust, which glimmered on her flushed skin. He hummed in appreciation. Vibrations shot straight to her core, where the remnants of her orgasm lingered.

Razor amplified the low-level arousal with a series of open-mouthed kisses. When he encountered an errant strand of his come or a trickle of her arousal, he paused to clean her with long swipes of his tongue. By the time he’d meandered to the valley of her pussy, she quaked in his hold.

“I never realized…”

He paused to peer up at her without removing his talented mouth from her soaked flesh, his eyebrow raised.

“How amazing it would feel. Every time.”

The end of her statement flew out on a gasp. He redoubled his efforts as though her admission spurred him on. She trembled, her knees wobbling. He held her firm. Steady.

Isabella forced her eyes open so she could witness the care he took in ensuring her satisfaction. When he noticed her watching, he smiled against her pussy before sucking her clit between his tender lips.

Razor slipped the hand not busy supporting her along her thigh, toward her core. She whimpered when he hesitated, a fraction of an inch from infiltrating her.

He lifted his head to ask, “Are you sore, Izzy? I should have thought about it before…”

“It only hurts when you stop.” She answered honestly despite how vulnerable the truth made her. If he walked now, she’d shrivel up in a corner somewhere. The need he instilled in her left her completely exposed. And she loved it.

She should have known he’d never abandon her to suffer. The bulk of two fingers parted her moist lips then tucked into her pussy. Before she could beg, he guided them in as deep as he could reach while remaining careful not to overtax her inexperienced flesh. The combination of his fierce possession and the tenderness of his seductive kisses unraveled her resistance.

Isabella felt greedy for taking so much ecstasy and giving none in return. The base nature of the act kept her from insisting they play fair. Not to mention the moans of approval emanating from the man devouring her.

Could her passion be enough to sustain him?

She didn’t care, and couldn’t spare the brain cells to wonder much longer. He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching the walls of her little-used pussy. Unlike the night before, or the tender loving of this morning, his touch grew insistent as he manipulated her from the inside out.

The intensity of his fingers lunging along the slippery tissue had her squatting to assist, driving him faster, harder. Each stroke added kindling to the bonfire building again in her center. His throaty laugh bounced off the tiled walls. “You like that, huh?”

Against her will, her fingers clamped in his hair. She forced him to return to the amazing job he’d been doing of granting her every wish.

“Harder!” she shouted, not caring about the neighbors or any of the long-forgotten men staking the perimeter of Razor’s apartment.

“Like this?” He rumbled into her drenched folds, slamming his fingers to the extremity of her clinging passage. The sudden impact, which obliterated the last of her resistance, teamed up with the scrape of his teeth on her clit, flinging her into a powerful, shuddering climax.

Steam filled her lungs as she drew giant gasps into her chest. While she shattered, the world turned. James cursed as he maneuvered them through the curtain, into the shower. He spun her to face away from him. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he shoved her shoulders until she bent, presenting her ass.

Isabella clung to the knobs for dear life when James seated himself to the hilt in her clenching pussy with one bold shove. The gentle lover who’d initiated her to lovemaking had disappeared, replaced by a man intent on driving her wild as he slaked his lust.

She’d never felt more desirable, or turned on, in all her life.

Razor wrapped the sopping mass of her hair around one wrist. He tugged until her neck arched. She adored the thought of anchoring him as he rode her.

“Yes. Fuck me, James.” She screamed his name when the passing of his rock-hard cock triggered several mini-orgasms that pummeled her with the force of a series of waves. “Harder. Don’t stop.”

“No. Chance. Princess.” He adjusted his grip. His free hand left the dip of her waist to smack her ass. The wet slap ricocheted around the shower stall, shocking her. In the wake of the burn it brought, a bone-deep glow suffused her body.

“Again,” she begged, loving the bounce of his sac on her clit. When his excitement eclipsed reason, he drove impossibly far inside her. The force of his thrusts jiggled her breasts, teasing her nipples.

He granted her request, lighting them both on fire. He banged into her hard enough her foot slipped on the plastic shower stall. He braced her, steadied her. The knowledge that he’d catch her, even now, suffused her with joy unlike any she’d dreamed possible.

She locked her knees and elbows to meet his powerful lunges, absorbing all he could dole out, surrendering to whatever he chose to do to her. With her.

“Ahh.” Intelligent speech escaped him, but she understood his appreciation. Knowing she pleased him set her off. She came around his cock, making him work double to plow through the rings of muscle hugging him.

Though she craved his molten come boiling inside her, overflowing her most private places, he withdrew at the last possible instant. He spilled his seed over her ass and the small of her back, moaning her name with constant repetition until they both capitulated to gravity.

Too weak to stand, they melted into a pile of tangled limbs and soaked skin.

Razor turned to land on the bottom, pillowing her controlled descent into his arms with his striking muscles. She rode the rapid rise and fall of his chest while warm water streamed around them. She licked beads of spray from his neck.

“God, Izzy.” He groaned between wheezes. “You’re amazing. I’ve never been with a woman so wild, so open.”

“I have a lot of time to make up for.” She nibbled his ear, savoring the salty taste of his skin. “There’s so much I want to try.”

“Give me a minute.” He framed her face as he tilted it so she could see the laughter in his eyes. “I’m young, but I have a feeling you’ll wear me out before long.”

“I’m going to do my best.” She smiled as she kissed him.

“Thank God.” He grinned before sipping the droplets from her eyelashes. The throb of his rejuvenating cock grew stronger despite his protests. “’Cause I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

Razor wore a shit-eating grin as he and Izzy called the guys in to join them for lunch.

“I can’t believe we slept so late.” She blushed.

Her mind must have run to all the other things they’d done in bed past noon. Damn, now his had too. Just when he thought he’d tamed his everlasting boner. If the guys caught sight of his flagpole, they’d never let him hear the end of it next time they hung out at the station.

“
I
can’t believe you’ve never ordered a pizza before.” Razor’s stomach growled. He snagged a roll of paper towels from the kitchen as JRad, Mason, Tyler, Clint and Matt piled into the apartment. They toted four grease-stained boxes and a case of soda.