Her gaze found his, clear and sure. “Come inside me, Alex. I want this.”
He tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on. Placing a hand on either side of her hips, he lifted her onto the counter and pressed forward between her legs. She reached down between them and helped him fit the tip of his cock into her entrance. Then she held on to his shoulders.
“Ready?” All he could manage was a strained whisper at this point.
She nodded. “More than ready. Please.”
He slid into her, straining to go slow, but she was so tight around him he almost lost it right then and there. Somehow, he kept his control and he was buried to the hilt inside her listening to her moan. He took a breath to clear his head, and another, and then he began to grind his hips into her.
“Yes. Please, yes.” She grabbed his shoulders again, her inner muscles tightening even further around him.
“Damn, Elisa.” He drew out of her in a long stroke and drove back inside her. “I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t. Don’t let go of me,” she pleaded against his neck.
Never. “I won’t let you go.”
He picked up his rhythm as his balls tightened, her cries driving him out of control, and moved deep inside her. Suddenly, her hold on him tightened and she shuddered in his arms, her inner muscles tightening impossibly harder around him. He came with her in a rush, buried to the hilt inside her.
Chapter Sixteen
Rojas walked down the steps to the martial arts school, workout holster strapped back around his torso and T-shirt in hand, trying to wipe the grin off his face. Heck of a way to start a morning. Elisa had been very happy, too. She’d also recovered her senses faster than he had and pointed out he’d left Souze downstairs.
So here he was, being sent down to check on Souze while she showered and finished her morning routine. Elisa had also brought up the practicality of them heading downstairs at different times. But she’d sent him off with a sweet kiss and a request for cuddles later.
Hell, he’d call it whatever she wanted, so long as he got to hold her in his arms again and enjoy the scent of her. Because he hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her.
To be honest, he should try not to imagine what she was doing up there at the moment, but as he heard the water for the shower turn on, again, he couldn’t help picturing water running over bare, cream-colored skin. And he very much liked the taste of her skin.
Maybe it was because he was already trying to banish thoughts from his mind. Or it could’ve been the blind foot of the stairway and the way it got darker right at the landing. But he suddenly became aware of the sounds of people moving quietly beyond the door leading out to the main portion of the school.
He froze on the steps, listening harder.
More than one person waited beyond the visual obstruction, closer to three or four people. None of them were verbalizing and all of them were moving with muffled steps. Attempting to conceal their approach, possibly.
He was walking into an ambush.
His heart started to pound hard as adrenaline coursed through him, heightening his senses and response time. He embraced the boost as he drew his handgun. He’d need both to get himself through the next moments alive.
Damn it, he’d give anything to know where his rifle had gotten to.
There’d be a fraction of a second, if he was lucky, when he broke through the door and threw himself clear. He might be able to take out one, possibly two of the people waiting for him before the others got their shots in. If they were seasoned soldiers, he was a dead man. But if they were civilians turned insurgents, he had a chance. They wouldn’t have the same firing discipline, might not be ready to take a human life. And if they didn’t shoot to kill, he would most definitely need to take them out. Because left to continue as they were, they would eventually kill someone else.
He opened his mouth, tasting the air. It was wrong somehow. The ever-present dust and dryness were absent. The sounds of vehicles driving by and the random noises of a town living in fear were off somehow.
Didn’t matter. He needed to focus on the immediate vicinity and clearing downstairs before the person he was protecting walked down into this trap. No time to radio CC. Don’t want to risk the threat hearing the click. Slow first step. Steady heel-to-toe pressure to keep the weapon steady in one hand while reaching to check belt clip for flashbangs out of habit. Never have them when needed.
Something cold nudged his hand hard, and he jumped, bringing his weapon to bear on the thing that’d snuck up on him. For several long seconds he stared at Souze down the sights of his handgun.
Souze.
The German Shepherd Dog stared back at him, dark eyes calm.
Oh God, what was he doing?