The One Who Got Away (Wilde Ways #12) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,74
always was. “What is it?”
“You can always come back into the game—fully—you know.”
He stiffened. “Is that what this case is really about? You thought if you pulled me back by using Ella, I’d decide I wanted to go full-time on missions again?”
“Using Ella? That is offensive. I would never.”
“You would use your own mother.”
“That is hurtful. Hurtful.” Dex shook his head.
Jacob rolled his eyes.
“Consider your options,” Dex advised. “You don’t have to make a decision right away. Life has a way of surprising you. You think you have everything all lined up and laid out, and then—wham. A shock hits you right between the eyes.”
Right. Like he was buying this. “When is the last time you’ve been shocked, Dex?”
“Your cousin shocked me.”
Jacob was suddenly on high alert.
“Never would have thought she’d fall in love with Antony. Didn’t see that coming. But hey, I guess there are some things that just can’t be controlled. Sure didn’t think he was her type…”
***
Ella’s hands flew out and slapped back against the wooden door. Antony was licking her, his tongue warm and wet, and her whole body went taut.
Amazing. He was driving her crazy with lust. So insane that she had to bite back a scream of need.
Antony lifted her up, held her with that easy strength of his, and took her with his mouth. Licked her. Thrust his tongue over her clit and into her core. Her legs curled around his shoulders, opening her more for him and her head tipped back as the pleasure lashed at her. There was no stopping. He was demanding and fierce and his tongue—
“Antony!” The climax pounded through Ella.
She was still riding out the waves of her orgasm when he rose. He moved so fast. One minute, he was crouched before her, licking her like she was his favorite treat, then he was towering over her. Her breath panted out, and Ella tried to calm her madly racing heart.
He grabbed her hips, lifted her even higher.
“Wrap your legs around my hips,” he ordered. His eyes glittered at her. His face was cut into savage lines.
She wrapped her legs around him. “I’m on birth control,” Ella whispered. “We don’t need anything between us.”
“Nothing between us,” he growled.
He drove into her. Sank so deep inside of her. Ella cried out in pleasure even as she tensed. She was swollen and sensitive from her release, and he stretched her, but…he felt so good. Far too good to stop.
Her hands grabbed for his arms. Her nails bit into his shoulders.
“I love the way you squeeze my cock.”
She could not look away from the intense heat of his stare.
“I love the way you feel around me,” he gritted. His cock was lodged all the way inside. But then…
Withdraw.
Thrust.
OhmyGod.
“I love the way you smell. Like damn strawberries.” Withdraw.
Thrust.
She gasped. He’d slid one hand between their bodies and was ruthlessly stroking her clit.
“I love the way you smile. You light up a damn room.” Withdraw.
Thrust.
“I love the way you taste. I get drunk from you.” Withdraw.
His fingers strummed her. She tensed. Waited for—
Thrust.
“Antony!” Another orgasm was coming. She thrashed against him as she surged her hips down on him.
“I love the way you look when you come for me. So fucking beautiful.” Withdraw.
Thrust.
The pleasure spiraled through her body.
“I fucking love you.” He slammed into her, over and over, and erupted with a shuddering release that she felt deep inside. She held onto him as tightly as she could and rode out the pleasure that wouldn’t stop. Her shoulders pounded into the door behind her, her hips still rocked against him, and she tried to drag out every single drop of pleasure even as his words rang in her head over and over…
But had he said…In the heat of the moment, she just hadn’t been sure. Had he told her…I fucking love you…
Or…
I love fucking you?
Big difference. Huge difference. Her breath heaved. She licked lips that were far too dry. “Antony…”
His eyes gleamed at her.
Her inner muscles clamped around him. Squeezed hard. Totally just a reflex. Mostly. She moaned because pleasure danced through her body. Then she squeezed again.
“We need to get upstairs,” he rumbled.
Upstairs. Yes, sure. That was fine.
“I can’t take you against a door again.” He pulled out of her.
She gasped and her nails bit into him.
“Ella? You okay?”
Okay wasn’t quite the word she’d use, so Ella gave a nod instead of speaking. He lifted her into his arms and started up the stairs. They were half-way up when…