Burnout_ A Legal Heat Novella - Sarah Castille Page 0,44

she hadn’t trusted them to look after him. And now, knowing she could have freed herself at any time, he knew she’d stayed because she cared.

She cared.

He let the unfamiliar feeling wash over him. Accepted it. Embraced it. Did the depth of her feeling match his own? Because in that moment, he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this woman. No enemy he wouldn’t face.

Primal need flooded his veins. He wanted to mark her. Claim her. Take her. And yet he could barely move.

As if she sensed his thoughts, Sophie eased down, taking his thick, hard cock inside her. Fucking heaven. So hot. So wet. So tight. He arched his back, angled his hips, thrust deep inside her, filling her completely.

She groaned and braced herself against him, her hands warm on his chest, thighs clamped tight against his hips.

“God, Ace. You feel so good.” Her head fell back, and she rocked against him, lost in the same passion that threatened to consume him, the pleasure that he gave to her.

“Ride me, Sophie.” He gripped her thigh with his good hand, steadying her as she rode him. Her breasts swayed with her movement. Her lips parted. When her pussy tightened around him, he circled his thumb around her clit. Sophie gasped, her face flushing with exquisite agony.

“Don’t stop, Ace. I’m so close.” She ground against him, taking him deeper, each raw, ragged breath spearing straight to his throbbing cock. He pressed his thumb over her clit, and she climaxed with a guttural groan, back arching, nails digging into his chest, her pussy billowing around his rock-hard shaft.

So fucking beautiful. He couldn’t wait another second. With a growl, he slid his arm around her waist and yanked her down against him. Holding her tight, he drove his cock up into her slick, wet heat.

“God, yes.” She reared up and nipped his lip, the sharp, unexpected pain inflaming him. He hammered into her until he felt a familiar pressure at the base of his spine. His climax came in a rush, his seed pumping so hard and fast every muscle in his body tightened and he held on to Sophie and gave in to the rush.

“You are so mine,” he murmured as she softened against him.

She sighed and eased herself down, resting along his uninjured side, her head on his shoulder, one leg twined with his. “If you ever kidnap me again, you are going to be one very sorry outlaw biker.”

Ace laughed and removed the condom, depositing it in the garbage can beside his bed. “As long as you don’t put yourself in danger, there’s no chance of that.”

“Hmmm.” She buried her face in his neck, forestalling any questions about whether she had given an affirmative response. Ace stroked a hand down her back as she fell asleep, the pleasure of holding her enough to numb the ache in his shoulder.

How the hell was this going to work? Although he had no criminal record, and the fledgling club had not yet attracted any police attention, his association with the Rogue Riders could eventually put her at risk of losing her job for gross misconduct. He couldn’t let that happen. He would do what it took to keep her safe.

Even if it meant giving up the most important thing in his life.

* * *

Sophie woke up, safe and warm. Ace’s arm lay heavy across her body, curled protectively around her. She sighed and snuggled against him. Ryan had never held her after sex, never curled around her in bed, never made her feel good… protected. She had been a possession to him. Coveted, used, and then put away.

She breathed in his scent, listened to the steady beat of his heart in his broad chest. He made her feel feminine in a way she’d never felt before. Always with Ryan she had walls up, protecting herself, trying to keep her distance from his possessive, smothering behaviour. She was never off duty, never able to relax, let down her guard and just be herself. Ace wanted her, too. But last night, when he’d claimed her, she’d felt cherished, and protected. Despite his injury, he had focused on her pleasure. Despite his pain, he’d held her in his arms.

God, his injury.

She pushed herself up and inspected his shoulder. His skin was cool to the touch, and there was no more of the bright red bleeding she had seen last night. Guilt speared through her. This was her fault. He was injured because of her.