Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,84

think there was room for anything else. She was on the cusp of orgasm, trembling with the need to release.

She cupped his head and brought his mouth down to hers, kissing him. Their tongues mated, danced. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him as deep as possible and used her heels against his ass as leverage to grind over his shaft. His pelvis rocked against her swollen clit.

And just like that, she exploded. A scream wrenched from her throat. Her body locked in a tormented, beautiful release that touched every part of her body, stronger than anything she'd ever experienced.

As she was still panting breathy cries, helpless to the delirium, he continued his thrusts, circling his hips and wrenching more from her. Her back bowed as another orgasm loomed. She didn't think she could take it. Such intensity. So powerful.

"Come on, baby. One…more time," he rasped against her ear. He grunted with every thrust, his face twisted in wonder and torment. "Let me see you come again."

As his words sank in, her body responded. Her walls clenched as she perched on the edge. Putting more weight on his knees, he slid his hands under her ass and spread her cheeks, lifting her hips. When he drove into her, deeper yet, he bumped the plug, so that it, too, shallowly thrust inside her. Over and over, he rocked over her clit, bucked against the plug, plunged inside her heat.

She came in a flood of desperation, arms banding around his back. He stilled over her, jerked, and roared through his own release.

Chapter Twenty-One

"Get us the fuck out of here." Noah slammed the car door and faced the front seat, too riled to attempt consoling Raven next to him. She hadn't looked upset by the time they walked out of the police station, but she had to be rattled.

When McCannon had called them into the station, Noah figured they finally had something on Soreno. They had something all right. They had a handwritten note that had been shoved in the mailbox.

If I wanted her dead so soon, she'd be dead. Consider the other night a warning. Revenge is best served cold. She'll be cold soon. She won't die quickly and there won't be mercy.

All Soreno wanted in the end was to crank her fear so she'd make a mistake. Or maybe Rizzoli had orchestrated the words himself. People didn't think clearly when scared out of their mind or worked into a rage.

And Noah was in a rage. The note implied they'd torture her first. Noah had no doubt she'd beg for death by the time Soreno was through with her.

"Fuck," he muttered, scrubbing his hands over his face to erase the implanted image of that bastard holding her down… "Fuck," he roared again.

Raven leaned forward in the seat. "Take us to Gallivanting Adventures."

Hintz nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

Noah forced himself to box the past hour and looked at her. "Why?" What could she possibly want to do at his company today?

She closed the partition and turned to him. "You're scaring me."

Pinching his eyes closed, he turned his head away as his body still thrummed with residual anger. He needed to pound the shit out of something. He was no good to anyone like this. "I'm sorry."

Her hand settled on his arm. He flinched and drew back. The motion frightened her even more and she lurched backward, landing against the door.

"Hell, Raven." He needed to get away from her for a couple of hours until he was in a better mind frame. "I'm not…I'd never hurt you." Surely she knew that. He held out his hand for her to come closer.

Her jaw was set, but her eyes were round in shock. Good. He hadn't scared her, just surprised her with the sudden move. Pride surged in his chest. His Raven rarely backed down from anything. She'd stood in that dingy police station and squared her shoulders, chin up. Shit. She'd handled herself better than he had.

After a moment, she took his hand. Instead of scooting across the seat, she straddled his lap, studying him with a blank expression he'd kill to read. The past two months with her had been heaven. Everything he'd ever dreamed. The steady friendship had grown into an unbreakable bond. The lovemaking never lacked emotion or power. But he didn't know what more to do to…make her love him.

His hands dove under her coat to grip her waist. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

She leaned forward, brushing her