Hemingway - Zoe Dawson Page 0,90

need. He dropped down, stripping her bare, his fingers finding her core, retreated, over and over, never giving her a chance to catch her breath. She pushed up, opening herself wider, reaching for him and wrapping her hands around his erection, as he flexed in her palm. “Fuck, woman.”

“Is that caveman talk?”

He laughed, and she felt her own power as she slid her thumb over the slick tip of him, feeling him lengthen in her hand. She spread her thighs, urging him between, and guided him into her.

“Deep,” she murmured.

“Cavewoman talk?” he whispered, gasping on a laugh and the exquisite heat of him as he thrust.

She arched on the bed and gripped his shoulders, then collapsed against the mattress in mindless pleasure. He held himself above her, plunging into her slowly. He filled her, a thick, hard pulsing sensation that went soul deep. Ask a Navy SEAL to do something, and they damn well did it to perfection.

Her hips moved and he cupped them, helping her motion, driving up into her. She was ravenous for him, using her mouth on him with deep, licking kisses, her hands leaving no part of him untouched.

He covered her completely, bracing himself on his forearms. “Look at me, babe.” She met those vibrant blue eyes, and for a second, he slowed, leaving her completely, then thrusting deep. She arched to greet him, cradling his face, and her eyes lost focus.

He kissed her, that soft, sexy mouth she couldn’t get enough of, his thrust quick and smooth as she whispered in his ear, “I love you, Atticus.”

He made a sound that quickened her to climax, her cry mingling with his moan between ultimate pleasure and surrender. Her muscles tightened at his reaction, sending her toward release. In one hard thrust, he erupted and came, hot and liquid inside her.

The happiness and pleasure she felt right now was almost painful; she had denied herself for so long. Hemingway seemed to understand, even though he couldn’t possibly know. That was on her.

He held her tightly and watched. His breath hitched, her body jerked, and she flexed, melting into him, pulling him tighter. He closed his arms around her as she rode the throbbing sensations with him. It went on and on, her body clamping and flexing around his, and she didn’t want to stop or leave his arms. Or face the world.

He was the only solid thing in her life right now. He was the one.

They collapsed, breathing each other in, and Hemingway’s hand smoothed her spine as he watched her world come into focus. He fell to his side with her, nestling her into the curve of his body.

She turned, no longer able to keep silent with the weight of what she wanted. Tears welled but didn’t fall.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “What is this burden you carry?”

She closed her eyes and suddenly, her tears slipped free and slid down her cheeks, the release of pressure in her chest felt freeing. He wiped them away. “I’m building a case against Supervisory Special Agent Bates.”

“That douche who broke into the meeting and treated you like scum on his shoes? That Bates?”

“Yes.” She took a shuddering breath. “I have almost all the evidence I need to put him behind bars. He killed my sister Madison. He, along with Maritime Management, have been defrauding the Navy out of millions by overcharging and creating bogus dockage and wharf fees. They paid a kickback to Bates, who leaked sensitive law enforcement investigations to them so they could continue to defraud the Navy. Madison figured out Bates was behind the derailment of the investigation into Maritime. I found most of the evidence on her cloud, transferred it, and wiped it.”

“Why haven’t you turned him in?”

Nothing could soften the cold reality of her intent. “I’ve been keeping the intel so that I can lure him out and kill him myself, put a bullet in his brain and avenge Maddy.”

Hemingway’s eyes narrowed a fraction, and he stared at her, then cupped her face. His gaze suddenly dark and serious, he leaned forward. “If that’s what you want to do, I won’t think less of you.”

“But?” She stared at him, a feeling of apprehension clenching in her gut. He pulled her tightly against him, running his hand through her hair.

“I only care what it will do to you, Shea,” he said, his tone quiet. “Killing a man in cold blood for revenge isn’t as easy as it sounds. You love NCIS, your job and justice are