Lace and Bullets(59)
Oh…This is…good.
She closed her eyes and groaned, overcome by another orgasm stirring inside her. As she picked up speed, Damien ran his hands up her sides, massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She moaned and worked herself up and down, harder and harder as he thrust up into her from below.
The mattress squeaked and groaned in time with her body and it only sent her higher.
He wanted her to ride him? She damn well would. Up and down she worked her hips, gyrating on top of the man who showed her what passion and heat and pure fucking magic could be. His hips rose up to meet every thrust. Sweat beaded on her clean skin and trickled down her spine. It dripped between her breasts and slipped down her belly.
Damien groaned and dug his hands into her ass and Mia came apart. Her orgasm rolled through her like a wave of thunder, rumbling through her core and out her limbs, all the way to her fingers and toes.
Her muscles clamped down around Damien’s shaft and he let go. The rush of his release sent aftershocks of pleasure and bliss through her body.
Mia’s whole world spun, flashes of light and explosions of color ricocheted inside her head as joy tumbled through her. She was still flying, dizzy and discombobulated, when Damien rolled them both onto their sides.
His hands tugged her close and she nestled into his arms. “Please tell me we have this hotel room for a few days.”
He ran his fingers up and down her back. “That’s what the FBI said. We’ll be staying here until the marshals come up with somewhere else for us to go.”
Mia smiled against his chest. “Good.”
“Why are you so happy about it?”
“Because we’ve got a king-sized bed and room service. Just think of all the fun we can have with those.”
Damien laughed and the vibrations soaked into Mia’s skin. “I thought pregnant women needed to rest and take it easy.”
Mia pulled back with a grin. “I will be. Right here in this bed.” She ran her finger over the tattoo curving around his arm. She would never get sick of his body. His strength. The way his gray eyes said so much without his lips saying a word. “Besides, didn’t you know pregnancy hormones make women horny?”
“You’re lying.”
“Not lying.”
“Then you’re going to want to…”
“Have sex like rabbits.”
Damien smiled and wedged his hand between her legs. His fingers slipped between her slick folds, rocking back and forth until Mia moaned.
“Then I hope it takes the Marshals weeks to find us somewhere new. The more time I get to spend making you come the better. I have a whole life to atone for.”
“And giving me orgasms makes up for it?”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. “It’s a start.”
Epilogue
MIA
Eighteen Months Later
Mia heard the little laugh from inside the kitchen and she smiled. Every time Damien tossed their little girl up in the air she giggled.
“Be careful, she just ate!” Her voice carried through the open doorway and another round of giggles followed it.
A moment later, little Melanie swooped in, flying in her daddy’s arms. Her chubby little hands clapped as she laughed again and her blue eyes sparkled. “Mo, Mo!” She clapped and wriggled, asking for Damien to toss her up in the air again.
All through the pregnancy, Damien had been the best husband a woman could ask for. He’d gotten up in the middle of the night to satisfy her crazy cravings and helped Mia make their nursery perfect for their little girl.
He’d been there when she went into labor and was the first to hold their daughter in his arms. When he’d asked to name her after his sister, Mia had cried. She couldn’t think of a better name.
He tossed Melanie up into the air again and she erupted in a fit of laughter.
Mia held up the knife she’d been using to chop apples. “If she throws up everywhere, you’re cleaning it up.”
Damien smiled at his daughter. “You hear that? Mommy didn’t say no.” He tossed his daughter in the air again and Mia shook her head.
It had been six months since Steven Willows had been convicted of murdering Damien’s sister. He was sentenced to life in prison without parole and Damien and Mia had been given new lives and jobs across the country.
In their tiny little house a few miles from the coast, they weren’t the DA’s daughter and the hitman for hire. They were just two people madly in love.
When Mia had dreamed of her future, she had seen this moment. A white picket fence, a good husband, a happy family. She’d never thought it would come true. Or that she would swim through hell to get it.
She fingered her mother’s pearls around her neck. After all these years, it felt right to wear them.