Chapter Ten #2
Her body strained toward him, face turned sharply, seeking his lips. He crushed his mouth over hers as he pulsed his fingers against her G-spot.
“Grant!” Her insides wrenched tight and then she was peaking.
“That’s it, love. Come for me.” His deep rumble in her ear shot her higher, her mind spinning out at the dirty coaxing.
Her insides pulsated around his fingers, juices soaking them as wave after wave took her breath.
With a final rough cry, she plastered her palms to the tile and dropped her forehead against it, heart racing.
He continued to tease her, trailing his fingers through her folds and bringing her down. But it only seemed to make her want more.
She reached back to grasp his hip. “I want you. Like this. Now.”
He stilled, fingers stalling and his thighs going rigid behind her. “You’re sure?”
She twisted to look at him. “I’m sure. We don’t…need anything between us.”
A low growl tore from him and then he was latching on to her hips and drawing her toward him.
His thick cock met her pussy and he was tunneling inside her.
“Oh fuck, love,” he gritted out.
Her eyes rolled upward at the sensation of him buried so deep without any barrier. Her body moved on its own, shoving back to take what she needed, but he tightened his grip on her hips.
“Don’t move. I…need a second.”
A small thrill hit her belly. That he’d be so out of his head, on the verge of release, gave her more pleasure than she ever thought it could.
After ten full heartbeats passed, he placed his lips at her ear and began dirty-talking.
“You feel that?” He ground his cock deep inside her.
“Yes!” she gasped.
“That’s what you do to me.” He pulled out in slow, maddening increments. He fisted her hair, tugging the wet strands. Her neck arched, and his mouth landed on her pulse point.
She rocked her hips, and he groaned.
“Christ, you’re going to be the end of me, woman. You’re so damn tight. So hot.” He drew out almost to the tip and then pushed inside her in one slick shove.
“Oh god!” She braced her fingers into the tile but had nothing to grasp but drops of water.
He drew out again. “Take my cock, love. God, Zee, you’re making me so”—he sank deep—“damn”—he ground his thick head against her core—“hard.”
Shudders ricocheted along her spine, making her nipples pinch into tighter buds as he commanded her body in ways she’d never experienced before.
This wasn’t just lust. It was deeper.
Before she could respond to the passion, he pulled his cock free and engulfed her in his arms. They found each other’s lips, their kiss filled with all the emotions racing through her.
Breaking the kiss, he grabbed a towel and swept it around her. He stared down into her eyes for a beat, one arm coming around her back, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them building to the pitch of a storm.
“Zee…” he rasped. The way he said her name—low and rough—sent a shiver down her spine.
She wanted more. Needed more.
What he saw on her face made him groan. In one swift move, he lifted her and carried her to bed.
When she was stretched out on the mattress, she opened her arms and he came into her in one smooth glide. Need gripped at her inner walls, and she clung to her lover through every plunge of his cock until she was shaking and frantic.
He touched her like he was memorizing her, slow at first, then less controlled, his restraint slipping with every second that ticked by.
Her head dropped back as sensation arched her body.
His rough fingers brushed her chin. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and fixed her stare on his. With Church, there was no uncertainty. No guilt. Only a feeling that this was right.
She slid her fingers into his hair, anchoring them together as their lips connected and her pulse spiked higher and higher.
A broken sound slipped from her lips as he angled his body and nudged a spot that only he owned. Her grip tightened as she lost herself in the way he moved, the way he knew exactly what she needed without her saying a word.
“Grant!” Her voice fractured. Everything inside her coiled tighter, building, building—
With a rough cry, she came. The hard pounding of waves towed her under. His muscles locked around her, and he threw his head back and came in a long pump. The liquid heat of his cum inside her bare walls sent her tumbling through even more sensations.
She came back to herself slowly. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.
All she felt was the aftermath—warm and shaky and overwhelming in the best way.
And underneath it…him.
He didn’t let her drift too far. He tethered her to him with tender kisses and the final spasms of his cock inside her.
When their gazes met, something new passed between them.
Something deeper than just this. And it sent another wave of heat through her chest instead of lower.
Their breaths seemed to sync until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. After so long, she didn’t feel alone or afraid.
She felt safe with Church.
When they rolled apart, she tucked herself against his side, body still humming.
Who would have thought it would be Church who made her feel again?
She patted his chest. “I’m going to get a drink. Want any water?”
He smiled at her. “No thanks.”
Zee slipped on his shirt and tiptoed out of the bedroom. Her body felt loose, like a knot inside her had finally unraveled after years of being wound too tight.
She padded toward the kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of water. Leaning against the counter, she took a sip.
A small smile of disbelief tugged at her lips. How had she gone from constant fear and running and never feeling safe, to standing here in Church’s space, wearing his shirt, feeling…happy?
The thought lingered as she finished her drink. When she swung back toward the living room, she saw it.
The package sitting exactly where they’d left it.
Her smile faded and her chest tightened as familiar unease crept back in.
The sight of it stirred the place in the pit of her gut that had been unsettled since the day she learned Matt was killed in action.
The safety she’d felt moments ago frayed at the edges.
Because whatever was inside that package…she was going to have to face it.
And until she did, it wasn’t going to let her go.