Chapter 19 #3
“Mmm hmm.” She glanced over her shoulder and caught his fingers.
“It took me a long time to realize that you’ve always been a big part of my past .
. . of who I am. I resented you for giving up on us, but hearing that song always brings back my happiest memories—memories of when we realized our feelings for each other, but also memories from when we were younger, before my mom died.
” Her voice rocked on the last statement, making pain swell in his heart.
The void her mother’s passing had created in her life would never be filled.
She didn’t cry, but the corners of her mouth pulled down.
“You look so much like her with your hair dark.” He toyed with one of the strands, then pressed a kiss to the ink on her supple skin. “She’d be so proud of you.”
One tear trickled out of the corner of her eye, and Serena curled into his chest.
“I mean, she always liked me.” He was rewarded with a chuckle. Serena tilted her head back, and her brilliant blue eyes shone. Gone was the sadness. If he could make her smile like that every day of his life, he’d die a happy man.
“That she did,” she said, her voice rough but laced with humor.
“Excellent taste in people.”
She laughed again and swatted his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Her hands coasted over his chest and down his abdomen, stopping at his waist. He threaded one hand in the hair at her nape of her neck and the other toyed with the satiny flesh of her ass.
She giggled and squirmed when he explored between her cheeks.
She sunk her teeth into his bottom lip and captured his cock in her grip.
Need blazed through him like a forest fire.
He pushed her back against the shower wall.
She released his lip, and he trailed a line of kisses down her jaw and over her collarbone to her breasts, stopping to suck her nipples between his teeth.
She arched and cried out, her hands tugging his hair. He dropped to his knees and steadied her hips in his hands. He tilted his head back to take in the sight of her. Dark hair wet and tangled around her shoulders, lips plump from his kisses, dilated pupils peeking at him from behind heavy lids.
The most erotic sight he’d ever witnessed. He nuzzled his mouth against her thigh and stared up at her.
“You’re gorgeous.”
She gave her head one firm shake, and her eyes burned.
Her hips bucked against him, and a grin settled on his mouth.
Compliments weren’t what her body wanted right now.
Keeping his gaze on her, he nudged her knees open.
She complied, and her tongue poked out to wet her lips.
Her chest rose and fell sharply, and satisfaction kept him from standing up and sinking his sheath into her wetness. Not yet. This time, he was going slow.
He brought one hand between her legs and pressed her folds open with his fingers.
He closed his mouth over her sex, and her head dropped backward.
She moaned as he moved his tongue over her delicate crevices.
Her hips began to grind with her pulsations around his tongue, and he held her in place.
He licked into her, slowly, leisurely, tasting every droplet that swarmed his mouth.
His blood hummed with desire as he took possession of her body. Her panting grew faster and rose an octave.
“Oh god.” She spasmed, but her hand fell to his head, urging him on.
“Yes, Milo,” she cried. He swirled his tongue around her clitoris and her scream ricocheted off the walls.
Her body jerked, and her orgasm coated his tongue.
He swallowed and sucked on her until her moans trailed off and her arched back melted. He stood up and caught her in his arms.
Her cheek fell to his shoulder and her body dangled in spent satisfaction. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She squealed as the cold air hit her.
“Can’t we finish—”
“Oh, we’re going to finish. Right here.” He strode to the bed as she clung to his chest like a wet towel.
Water dripped from their bodies. He lowered her to the bed and fell with her on the sheets, nestling his hips between hers.
Before he pressed into her, he caught her face.
“Serena, I love you so damn much. Marry me.”
She giggled, and light sparked the blue depths of her eyes. He’d never tire of looking at her. Never tire of making her laugh . . . and making her come. Her smile revealed every perfect ridge of her teeth, and her face glowed with excitement.
“Yes! Yes, I will.” Her eyes filled with tears, making his chest tighten. She clapped her hands to his cheeks and kissed him, then pulled away. “Now stop stalling.”
He laughed and buried into her scent. They were finally together. And he’d never, ever let her go.
* * *
Brock Wyler. Protector to a fault.
He never got over the girl who stole his heart.
So when Dani calls him from Geneva in a panic, Brock is on the next flight.
Now she’s being hunted as a terrorist—and Brock will burn the world down to keep her alive.