Chapter 38
CHAPTER 38
“ W hat happened to my front door?” Izzy gasped, as Viper helped her into her apartment.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. I couldn’t get in, so I shot it.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't care about the door. I'm just grateful you got here when you did. You saved my life. Again."
"Hopefully, this will be the last time.”
Now that he was back, she didn't want to let him go. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too. I’m sorry for leaving without saying a proper goodbye. I panicked. I didn’t want to risk?—"
"Shh…" She kissed him gently on the lips. "I know how important this job is to you. I would never knowingly jeopardize that."
He took her face in his hand. "You don't think you can kiss me like that then stop, do you?"
She smirked. "I was trying to get you to shut up. I've had enough talking?—"
He kissed her this time, effectively cutting her off. She moaned softly as he delved into her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. God, she loved kissing him.
It deepened, became more intoxicating, until they were both gasping for breath. Deftly, Viper picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
"I've been wanting to do this ever since we got back from Mexico," he said, dropping her gently onto the king-size bed.
He wasn’t joking. She glanced up and saw him straining against his trousers.
“Me too,” she whispered.
He took off his shirt, dropping it onto the floor. The Kevlar vest hugged him like a suit of armor. Izzy stared at it. "Oh, my God. Is that a bullet?"
"Yeah, lucky I was wearing this. I grabbed it at the last moment, thinking it might come in handy." He tore it off and tossed it onto the bed.
Izzy fingered the bullet, compressed into the vest. To think that could have been in his chest.
He took it from her and put it on the floor. "I forgot about that. The CSI team will want to have a look at that."
“You forgot you’d been shot?”
He shrugged. “I was trying to get to you.”
Trembling, she reached up to him. “You could have died.”
He lowered himself into her arms. "But I didn't."
Tears welled and she couldn’t stop them. "I love you, Viper Morgan. I don't know if you know that, but you should by now."
He nuzzled her, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. "You should know that I love you, Miss Beaumont."
She giggled. "I had hoped that was the case."
He ran his finger over the bruise on her cheek. "Did he hurt you?"
She shook her head. "Nothing I couldn't handle."
"That's my girl."
He lowered his head and reclaimed her mouth, picking up where they'd left off. Izzy wrapped herself around him, feeling every muscle in his hard, toned body. Her hands ran over his ripped shoulders and down his sculpted back. This was her hero, her savior, her Navy SEAL, and master of her heart.
No matter how many times he'd rescued her, he'd also captured her body and soul, and she didn't want to ever let him go. Sure, they had different lives, but none of that mattered now.
They were together, and that was the main thing.
He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Deftly, he unzipped the back of her dress. She shimmied out of it, kicking it onto the floor. Next, he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall free.
His hands slid down her sides, making her shiver with delight, as his thumbs hooked under her panties and helped her wriggle out of them. Naked, she lay on top of him, reveling in the feel of his hardness beneath hers.
He slid her up and suckled her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. God, that felt incredible. Then he switched to the other, until she was a hot, writhing mess. This man made her feel things nobody else did.
Her body was on fire, screaming to feel him inside of her.
She straddled him, aware he was watching her with his sea-blue eyes. Her breath quickened as she held his gaze. Slowly, she lowered herself on top of him. He inhaled sharply as she sank down, encasing him fully.
His head dropped back, and she relished the feeling of fullness as she sat on top of him, his swollen cock buried deep inside her.
With a moan, she began to move. Craving the friction as she slid back and forth, her hands on his chest.
His muscles flexed beneath her. "God, Izzy…"
He was watching her again, this time with a look of wonder on his face.
A surge of warmth spread through her body. It grew, hotter and hotter, until she felt like she was going to spontaneously combust.
He bucked as she rode him, maximizing the contact, allowing her to be penetrated fully with each mind-blowing stroke. Her breath came in small gasps as the feeling of fullness grew.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her hips jerking spasmodically on top of him. “Oh, shit, Viper.”
He held her tight, his fingertips pressing into her butt cheeks, pulling her forward and back in time to her rhythm. The veins stood out on his forehead, and his chest heaved with each thrust.
The fullness grew until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She began to cry out with each stroke. Finally, it reached a peak and shattered in one glorious explosion. Izzy screamed and clutched at his chest as she rocked back and forth on top of him.
He growled her name and gripped her tightly, pinning her down on top of him. His hot explosion sent her flying over another precipice, and she cried out as she contracted against him, over and over again, spasms of pleasure firing through her body. Heat that only he could give her.
Quivering, she clung to him as they both rode out the waves of their climax. Finally, when the shudders had subsided, she collapsed onto him, her body damp with perspiration.
"I feel like my heart is going to burst," she whispered, her face wet with tears.
He took her hand and placed it over his chest. It thumped manically. "Mine's the same."
She looked into his eyes and saw her own feelings reflected there. That’s when she knew everything was going to be all right. Yes, they were different, but that didn’t mean they weren’t suited. There was nobody else in the entire world she wanted to be with.
Whatever their differences, they’d overcome them.