She whimpered as he filled her, the sensation so sublime that she dug her short nails into his back.
“Fuck, yeah. Mine. You’re mine, baby. This is all for me,” he said harshly, possessively, staying buried as deeply as he could get inside her.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and held him inside her. “It’s all for you,” she panted, knowing it was true. No man had ever made her feel the way Tate did, and most likely never would. Every action, every motion was elemental and feral. Her body strained to make this man join with her, belong with her. She claimed him as surely as he possessed her. “Fuck me. Please.” Her body trembled, ached for Tate.
He pulled back until he was almost out and powerfully entered her again. “I need you so damn much.” His declaration was animalistic and vulnerable at the same time.
She stroked her hands up and down his back as she felt his big body shudder. His cock entered and retreated in a fast, hard motion that satisfied her desperation for him. “Yes. Harder.” Lara wanted the punishing force, the pummeling rhythm. This was like an affirmation that they were both alive after what had happened at the airstrip, and her body quivered as Tate shifted positions; his cock pressed against the sensitive area inside her that set off another climax.
She clenched his back again. Her nails bit into his skin to keep her grounded as her hips rose to receive every thrust of his cock. Her walls clenched him as she came; her muscles around his cock tightened on him, milking him.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let go. Come for me,” he demanded harshly as he continued to pound into her. He groaned as he entered her one more time and found his own release.
They came down together in a mass of tangled sweaty arms and legs. Tate rolled off her, but kept one of his legs between hers. His arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders; he entwined his fingers in her hair and held her head against his chest protectively.
Lara rested against him. Her breath still came hard between her lips, her body completely sated, knowing that Tate had just changed her life irrevocably. “I didn’t know it could be that intense,” she admitted breathlessly.
“Me neither,” Tate said huskily.
He drew her head back gently, tugging lightly on her hair as he laid a gentle kiss on her lips that made her heart skitter with an unfamiliar emotion that she didn’t recognize at first. Then she realized that it was an emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time—it was happiness.
Tate knew he was screwed, and not in the good way.
The next morning, he watched as Shep sniffed along the edge of the woods and looked for the perfect place to do his morning thing. He held the leash lightly, letting the pup explore.
She’s going to leave eventually. She doesn’t belong here.
Problem was, Tate wanted Lara here, and if she left, it would completely gut him. His damn chest already ached every time he thought about Marcus, still not quite able to accept what his eldest brother had done. The thought of Lara leaving to return to Washington would eviscerate him.
He’d never really thought he was lonely until he’d met her. He’d always preferred to be alone. But now he could admit it…something vital had been missing from his life, and that something was actually someone—Lara.
The thought of her kneeling before that terrorist bastard, ready to do anything to save his life, messed with his head and humbled him completely. Fuck knows what he would have done if he’d had to watch her be violated. It had nearly killed him just to see another man touch her, and it was some dickhead terrorist.
She’s a strong woman.#p#分页标题#e#
Yeah, his woman was a kick-ass female, but she also yielded to him so sweetly in bed that his cock got hard just thinking about the night before. She was a seductress, but in some ways so damn innocent. The combination of those two things tied him up in knots with wanting her. Just her reaction as he’d fingered her ass told him she was innocent in many ways. He’d never been much of an ass man, but Lara made him want every single part of her, greedily and completely. In fact, he craved her like a damn addiction, barely able to disentangle his body from hers to get out of bed when Shep had been whining to go outside.
I never knew it could be that intense.
Tate could still hear her saying those breathy, sexy words to him, and remembered how much they had affected him. Hell, he hadn’t known it could be quite like that either, and he was probably a lot more experienced than she was. He’d had his share of women, but never had it been anywhere close to what he experienced with Lara.
Maybe I can fuck her out of my system.