long until that private plane of yours is supposed to be here to get us?” She knew he’d made arrangements for it earlier.
He kissed her. His lips took hers, and his tongue thrust into her mouth, and she took that to mean…
They had enough time. Even if they didn’t, she was sure Dex would just make the plane wait.
He scooped her into his arms. She locked her legs around his hips even as her hands gripped his shoulders. The scene on the roof before had been a nightmare, but they’d survived. She’d been absolutely helpless. So weak on that roof.
The EMTs had checked her out after Dex had gotten her back downstairs. The drug had slowly passed from her system, and the doctor who’d arrived had given her the all-clear. But while the drug had been controlling her, she’d been so weak. A doll trapped in Jonathan’s arms.
She didn’t like being weak. That wasn’t who she was. She liked to fight. She liked to battle. She liked to kick ass just as much as Dex did.
But even as she’d come back to consciousness in Jonathan’s arms, she’d heard Dex’s voice and she’d known…
“I trusted you,” Lacey said against his mouth. Then she bit his lip because it was ever so bitable. “I knew you’d save me.”
His head lifted even as he walked forward and pinned her against the nearest wall. Her legs stayed locked around him. His hands were tight on her hips. “Baby…”
“Just like I’d save you.” She meant that with all her being. “I would do anything to save you.”
He kissed her again. A hot brush of his mouth over hers. “You did save me.”
No, she hadn’t. He’d been—
“You’ll probably never realize how much you’ve done for me. But believe me, Lacey, you saved me.”
Those words sounded almost as good as when he told her that he loved her. Oh, hell, they did sound that good. She kissed him again. Open-mouthed, deep, desperate.
They somehow managed to shove aside most of their clothing. A messy, jerking stripping. And he even got her to a bed. Then he was sliding those warm, strong hands of his all over her body. He was dipping his fingers between her legs. Making her arch up toward him. Making her breath catch and her heart race—“Dex.”
He looked up at her. Desire had turned his face savage.
Her fingers trailed over his chest. Down, down to his waist. To the thick cock that bobbed toward her.
She wanted to taste him. “Stretch out on the bed for me?”
His eyes narrowed. “Lacey, I will not last. I need you too much.”
“You don’t have to last. I want you. I want to taste you.”
His pupils seemed to swallow the gray of his eyes. He slid his fingers from her—one more stroke that had her gasping—and then he was stretching out on the bed. She straddled him. Caught his hands when they reached for her, and she pushed them back on either side of his head.
Her fingers trailed over his wrists. The faint scars there. He thought that she’d saved him? He was wrong. Dex had been saving the world long before she came along.
But from here on out, she’d be helping him with that job.
She pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. Then she made her way to his nipple. Sucking. Flicking with her tongue.
“Lacey.”
She took her time. Forget the plane. They deserved this.
Down, down, she slowly went. His cock shoved toward her, and she blew a soft, sensual breath over that heavy length.
His dick lifted even more, as if begging for her mouth.
And since her mouth wanted him…
She parted her lips and took him inside. She sucked and licked and tasted the faint saltiness on her tongue. Lacey loved the way he tasted. Loved the way he felt. She was getting more and more turned on with every stroke of her mouth over him and—
She was on her back. He was between her thighs. His cock pressed at the entrance to her body.
“No…condom…” His eyes blazed. “Give me a second…give me…”
“I’m on birth control. I’m clean.”
“So the fuck am I—I mean, shit, I’m not on birth control but—”
His ragged words pulled a laugh from her. She was on the hungry edge of desire, but she was able to laugh and it just felt great. He felt great. Right.
Her hips surged up against him. “What are you waiting for?”
He sank into her. Filled her completely.
There was no more talking. Or laughing. There was just the hard,