was his until death do them part, and death was the only thing that could tear him from her.
"Yeah. The lights are out, and the harbor is so pretty. No one is going to see us. She urged him to the window and turned around, placing her hands on the glass. She arched her back and looked at him. "Come and get me, Detective."
The wanton smile would have sealed the deal, but no... Amber stepped away from the window while keeping her hands planted on the glass. She arched harder and damn, that ass of hers had magical powers because his feet moved as if commanded by another force. His hands traveled up the outside of her thighs, and he bent over her, nipping her shoulder. Her small gasp added fuel to the torrent of sensations, visual and physical, which inundated him. He trailed his fingers through the crease of her sex. She was hot and wet. Her hips bucked back into the touch. He stood straight behind her and traced the small elastic band of her panties. Too bad the tiny strip of material wouldn't be used again. He curled his fingers around the fabric and rent the panties into scraps. Amber gasped and then threw back her head in a sexy as hell laugh.
He dropped to his knees and spread her legs a bit more. He trailed his tongue up the inside of one thigh as his fingers found the top of her sex and started a slow assault on her clit. He licked a stripe through the heart of her and was rewarded with a low moan. Catching her as she pushed back, he doubled his efforts. Her thighs shook around him as he stimulated and teased. He wanted her to finish, because there was no way he was going to last. He reached down and tugged his balls away from his body. She bucked again and then seized repetitively. Her low, sexy sounds of need and release surrounded them, and it was a music he'd never tire of hearing. He stood behind her and gathered her away from the glass, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and when he bent his knees to position himself, she moaned and rose onto her toes. His shaft slid into her slick hot body and he had to stop moving or he'd be done before he started. He kissed her shoulder as his fingers pushed up the almost-there bra and rolled her hard, pebbled nipples. They said the 'I love yous' and the 'I need yous' every day. They worked on saying what they meant, never wanting another disaster to cost them time.
But words weren't necessary here. They'd be wasted. The communication between them at this level was the most basic and most intimate. They were one. He slowly retreated and then pushed back in. Her body moved with his, her hips moving as he slid forward and her back arching as he withdrew, trying to hold him inside her. He held her against him, her back against his chest. The softness of her curves enticed and enthralled him. Her softness a perfect foil to the hard muscles of his body. He moved forward and she pushed back. Yes, God yes. She was his counterbalance. His stability and equilibrium against the world outside the window.
As he stared out the window, he saw their reflection, no... her reflection. Amber's face was soft and lost in their love. Her beautiful full lips were parted, and her pleasure was there for him to see. He lost the battle against his desire and erupted inside her. The urgency of his body's need countermanded his want to make the moment last. He managed to keep himself, and her, upright through one of the most intense orgasms of his life by bracing an outstretched arm against the glass.
"Wow." She chuckled and dropped her hands to the arm he had wrapped around her.
"Yeah, that was..."
"Wow." She repeated.
"Yeah." He panted a little longer before she moved, and he slipped out of her. He stood up straight. "Have I told you today how much I love you?"
Amber turned around and stretched her arms up and around his neck. "Several times, but I could hear it again."
Brody swung her up into his arms. "Then I'll tell you again, and again, and again."
Epilogue
Ryker Terrell stared at the computer screen. The indictments from the Edelman and Desoto collar had netted them Rubio, but Peña had fled