good it felt to fuck her.
He pressed his cock inside, the heat surrounding him and making him grit his teeth. There was nothing like the feel of her pussy tight around him, her nails digging into his back as she accepted him. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest and the way she shuddered the deeper he went.
“You feel so good. Your cock feels so good.”
He loved that she never held back during sex. She might shut down outside of it, but while they were making love she was open and completely honest with him. “You’re the one who feels good. You’re the one who feels right and perfect.”
She’d always felt that way. Until the minute she hadn’t.
He kissed her like she was something precious. Maybe he’d been wrong. He hadn’t known how to process his feelings back then, and now he worried he’d thrown his anger at her. He still wasn’t great at it. This was what they needed. Holding her, loving her, would let him see past his own rage. If he let her in, they might be able to move on. They had to find a way because he wasn’t certain he could survive losing her twice.
She tightened around him and he lost control. He gave over to the magnificent feel of her wound around him, of their bodies combined. He fucked into her, the rhythm of his hips becoming primal. He lost the need to do anything but come inside her. He managed to hold off until her head fell back and he felt her tighten around him.
Then he let go and pounded into her, holding her up because he wouldn’t let go of that connection. He kissed her as his orgasm hit, breathing in and out with her.
“Move up and lie down on your side.” The order came out a bit harsher than he’d meant, but then he was way more emotional than he’d thought he would be. Blood pounded through him, but there was more. He felt for her.
She moved back and laid down. He followed her. The table was wide enough, but he still had to cuddle. He spooned her, dragging her back against his body.
“Lie here with me for a minute.”
She cuddled back against him and for a moment he felt like the world was right again.
Chapter Six
“Levi Green is now the head of his own department.” Chelsea Weston sat down at the tiny table made even smaller with the addition of Big Tag’s enormous body. They’d shown up at their door only moments before, the sound of the knock a shock to Ezra’s system.
The morning had been peaceful, and hearing that fucker’s name reminded him of everything that was wrong with the world. “How did he go from being interrogated for treasonous acts to head of his own freaking team in the course of a couple of weeks?”
“I should have known something had gone wrong when they didn’t want me to come back to Langley.” Kim had a mug of coffee in front of her. She’d puttered around the tiny kitchen after they’d gotten up, and he’d had a sweet sense of domesticity that he’d been missing for years.
“He’s a cockroach,” Tag said with a humorless chuckle.
Chelsea nodded her agreement. “I don’t know the whole story, but I can confirm that he has the authority to arrest Solo and take her to a place of his choosing for interrogation.”
He sat next to Kim, their legs brushing against each other. He wanted to reach out and hold her hand.
So he did. He drew her palm against his. He had the right and the duty to comfort her. She’d given herself to him last night and they were starting something this morning, something softer than they’d had before. “He wants to use the drug on her.”
Big Tag had shown up bright and early along with his twin daughters and sister-in-law. The girls were currently at Rene’s apartment, the club owner and his wife watching over them. Ezra had been told they only had a brief time to go over everything they needed to before Tag intended to be back at the airport. He still didn’t fully understand what Tag was here to do, but the most important thing was ensuring they all knew what Levi was capable of.
“I’ve talked to a couple of people at the Agency who owe me some favors.” Chelsea yawned behind her hand. If he was correct, she’d recently had a baby, too. The McKay-Taggart team bred like