Chapter 31
The building is stone quiet when I return, with most of the team still outside. Except for Ranger who is guarding the door to my office.
He bristles, hand going for his holster when he realizes it’s me.
“Thanks for taking care of her,” I half-choke.
“No problem.” He grips my shoulder. “You want me to stick around?”
“No. We’re good.”
He turns and heads toward the exit and I pause, pressing my forehead to the door.
Christ. I almost lost her.
It’s impossible to steady myself. I’m twisted up like car wreckage.
I need to see her, but I’ve got to get my shit together first.
Fisting my hair, I pace the hallway. Once. Twice. Stopping by the door, I inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
Slowly my blood simmers down.
I knock twice on the door, keeping the sound quiet. “Coming in.”
“Ryker?”
“It’s me, sweetheart,” I reply, raspy as hell, as I push the door open.
Jade leaps off the couch and runs to me. “Oh my god, it felt like forever.” The collision knocks me back a half-step as my arms lock around her.
Ragged sounds come from me as the reality of what just happened sinks in more.
The gun. June’s attack. How close that fucker got to her.
Feeling my control slipping, I capture her mouth, raggedly groaning into the kiss as I carry her to the couch.
We go down together, my body heavy against hers as I crush her into the leather. Not allowing an inch of space between us.
June circles in the middle of the floor, tail sweeping in wide arcs.
“Break. Go lie down.” I point to the corner. She trots over, drops, but keeps her nervous gaze locked on us.
“Now, where was I?”
“Right here. Loving me,” Jade murmurs, and her breath ghosts across my lips before I can finish the thought.
We find each other again with our lips and teeth. She melts at the soft pull of her lower lip between mine.
Neither of us comes up for air until we have to, and even then we linger, breathing against each other.
I pull back just enough to see her. Her lashes are still wet.
“Hey.” I cup her jaw, brush my thumb along her cheekbone. “You okay?”
She turns her face into my palm and presses her lips there. When she looks up, her expression softens. “I am now.”
“Dammit, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
Her mouth stops mine. Her tongue strokes slow against mine, and her fingers slide into my hair, nails grazing my scalp.
She pulls back an inch, meeting my gaze.
“No more talking,” she whispers, “just feeling.”
Yes. Yes, that’s what I need too. There’s nothing either of us can say right now that will fill the void.
My hand searches for the hem of her shirt, and the skin underneath is warm and impossibly smooth.
I drag my palm flat across her and she exhales sharply, arching into the touch.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I need your hands.”
The front clasp on the bra gives with a click. I don’t bother being careful as I pull her shirt over her head and drop my mouth to the curve of her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin below it.
I can’t get enough. I’m starving. Desperate to destroy the fiery ache in my chest.
When she tugs at my shirt I sit back and let her take it, watching her face as she does, making sure she’s really good for this.
Her eyes drop to my waistband. “Keep going.”
I swear under my breath, hand moving to the button. “You sure?”
Silent, Jade reaches up to trace a line down the center of my chest. Everything inside me stills, right down to the thumping in my veins.
“I want to feel the weight of you,” she says quietly. “Everywhere.”
God. I’m good with that.
I stand, unzipping my pants as I lock the office door. Jade watches, her hand drifts up, teasing her own nipple as I hook my thumbs in my pants.
The hunger in her eyes dries my throat out. Makes me move toward her, reaching to replace her hand with mine.
“Take me out,” I rasp because I’ve got my hands full of her.
She moans into my touch and as her eyes darken with pleasure, she rushes to push my pants and briefs down.
My cock spills out. Heavy, throbbing. The relief making me growl. That rough sound turns to a hiss when her delicate, cool fingers wrap around me.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
As she strokes me, testing the weight, moving down to cup my balls, I’m statue-still. Waiting to see her next move. Savoring every sensation.
“You’re really hard,” she says, breathy, so sweet my heart can barely take it.
“I’m gonna give you my weight, beautiful, and every inch of this.”
Her lips part, raspy little breaths coming out. Those teasing fingers keep stroking as she squeezes her thighs together.
“Keep your legs open.” I wedge my knee between them, letting her grind against my thigh as I kiss her.
My abs clench, balls knotting up. Oh. Damn.
“Love you,” I murmur grazing my teeth over her throat. “Let’s get you out of these jeans.”
“Hurry.” But before I go to work on them, she’s rocking harder against my thigh.
Her neck tips back. More of those places that make her shiver and gasp when I drag my tongue over the skin while I glide my knuckles low on her belly, back and forth.
The breath stalls in her lungs and I jerk the button open, my blood pumping harder as I force my hand inside her jeans, dipping into the slick wet heat.
We both inhale sharply, then I’m moving, dragging her jeans off, ripping her panties down her legs, settling between her spread thighs.
I pin her down, forcing my cock head against her opening.
The couch leather creaks, the sound of the building’s HVAC system fades away and it’s just us. Hot against each other, breathing hard and I haven’t even started.
A little whimper leaves her throat as soon as I breach her. Fuck. Oh fuck. “You’re drenched.”
There is no way she can talk, her face buried against my neck, gasping for air, her nails digging into my shoulders, liquid heat flooding her center as she clenches around me.
“That’s my girl, taking me deep.” I rock back and pin her down, thrusting half way in.
“Ah! Yessss. Yes.” Her knees open wider, thighs cradling me as I thrust deeper. Pinning her harder. Giving her my full weight.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I choke, my voice raw, my heart bursting at the seams with emotions I’ve been trying to bury since I walked in that door.
The animal in me roars and our lovemaking goes off the rails. Just like it did before. Something animalistic in me matching the wild creature inside of her.
This is us.
I fuck her right up the couch until I have to drag her down by her thighs and start all over again. Never looking away. My slamming thrusts, jolting her below me, my big body taking up all the space, all the air.
“Oh my god, yes. Right—” Her voice cuts out as my mouth finds her ear, her pussy clenching around me.
“Feel me?”
“Oh. Oh. Oh. God.”
“Mine, forever.” I tell her, dragging her wrists above her head, holding her spread below me because she gives in so fucking sweet. Her body soft and hot below me, taking all of me. The roughest, rawest side of me and never looking away.
“I love you,” she whispers, eyes damp with lust, lips wet and swollen from my kiss.
A band snaps inside of me, my entire body going electric. Circuits cut out in my mind, but my body moves on instinct, dragging her up into my arms, holding her tight.
Loving the way her thighs wrap around my waist and her perky, whisker-abraded tits press against my chest. The jeans I’m still wearing are hung on my thighs. We’re both winded, slick, sweating, and hearts pounding against each other.
The orgasm tears me in half. Shouting into her neck, my vision is assaulted by hot tears.