Chapter 15 #2
That did him in. Had him leaning over her, her hair twisted in his hand, her head turned to the side as he claimed her mouth, her small form molded to his.
He eased off, bit at the muscle threading into her shoulder before kissing her again.
Harder. Deeper, his tongue dancing along hers as he nudged her before thrusting forward.
She moaned into his mouth as he bottomed out, every inch of his body touching hers. He paused, his hips hugging her ass, liquid fire burning a path along his spine before he eased back, surging forward again before he slipped free.
The counter shook, the container of hand soap toppling over, leaving a trail of white bubbles across the sink. Their reflection blurred for a moment as the mirror shifted, everything coming back into focus as he retreated, claiming her again.
Tierney’s eyes rolled slightly, her hands gripping the sides as he released her mouth, kissing a path down her neck, across her shoulder to her upper back. Her head tilted back, breath catching as he tugged on her hair, meeting her gaze in the mirror again.
He smoothed his other hand along her ribs, skirting the areas with even a hint of purple, before grabbing her hip, holding her still as he slammed into her again, rattling more than just the counter, this time.
Her mouth opened on low moan, her eyelids fluttering, giving him fleeting glimpses of all that blue. Muscles contracted along her back as a deep flush crept across the upper swell of her breasts and into her neck.
Buck tsked when she closed her eyes, pulling on her hair until they flew open, their gazes locked. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want you here, right now with me because that’s all we’re promised. This moment. And I want to remember it for the rest of my life.”
Her chest heaved, all that blue barely visible around the black irises as she focused on him, breath panting out in hurried rasps, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
He started an easy rhythm, judging his speed by the way her lips pursed, how her eyelids drooped before lifting to maintain his gaze.
Growling, he increased his pace, an echoed slap following every thrust. Pressure built at the base of his spine, started rushing forward. He stopped, ignoring the way she huffed, a hushed, “No,” hung in the air as he leaned over her, nipped at her ear.
He placed his free hand on her chest, pressing against her sternum as he tugged on her hair, lifting her until her back hugged his chest, his hand over her heart. “I was wrong. This is how I need you.”
She inhaled as the new position drove him deeper, her head falling against his shoulder, her breath a frantic wash across his cheek. “God, Buck…”
Two words, and they destroyed him.
Her desperate tone, the gravelly rasp. Everything he felt embodied in her one urgent plea. He kissed her neck, claimed her mouth one more time, then pounded into her, reveling in every moan, every murmured, “Yes”.
The fire returned, twice as strong, threatening to pull him under with every stroke.
He clenched his jaw, angled her toward him a bit more, when she stiffened, squeezing him so damn tight he had to use more force just to keep moving.
She hung there, breath held, her fingers digging into his arms before she started pulsing around him, her release sparking his.
He plunged deep, emptying inside of her.
Streaks exploded across his vision, the room blurring into a numbing haze until the feeling passed, everything coming back in sharp relief.
Her hair wrapped around his fingers. Her head resting against his shoulder. The water splashing against the tiles in the background. His unspoken love hanging in the steam billowing out around them.
It took a few moments to regain his senses, gentle his hold on her. Not enough she’d collapse on the counter, but not using her as an anchor, either.
Tierney leaned against him, chest rising and falling beneath his palm, that flush making her skin glow. She finally opened her eyes, staring at him as if he’d answered her prayers — finally freed her from the cage she’d escaped eighteen months ago.
The thought humbled him, and he dropped a soft kiss on her cheek before slipping out, instantly missing the warm, sweet pressure of her. She shivered, turning to face him, stepping into his arms as he gathered her close.
They stood for another minute before his brain kicked in, and he ushered her beneath the spray. No lingering, just a quick rinse so she’d be able to sleep, before he had her wrapped in a thick towel, the water turned off.
The door creaked as he shoved it open, half-directing, half-carrying her out. He didn’t stop at the counter, afraid he might want another round, just continued into the bedroom, had her sitting on the edge of the bed in record time.
He found the tee on the floor and helped her into it before tugging on some boxers, just in case they had to adapt to a dynamic situation, then scooted her over, lifting his arm and tucking her into his uninjured side.
Tierney burrowed into him, one hand resting over his heart, her leg wrapped around his. She dropped a kiss on his pecs, glancing up at him. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt? Because I wouldn’t be surprised if your ribs are screaming after that… performance.”
He kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. “My ribs are fine. And even if they do end up being a bit sore, it was more than worth it.”
“You say that until you wake up and have to beg Chase for some pain killers.”
“Or I just get you to love me, again, and I’ll be pain free.”
She laughed, her breath feathering across his skin. “Thank you.”
“Oh, sweetheart. The pleasure was mine.” He nudged her a bit. “I didn’t scare you, did I? Or go too hard, too rough?”
She smiled up at him, eyelids already drifting shut. “You were perfect. I don’t want you to change, Buck. And I’d drop you on your ass if you stepped over the line.”
“Good to know.” Another kiss because he couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t touch her enough. “Sleep. I’ve got you, and Dalton’s still guarding the doors. Knowing him, he won’t sleep until the sun’s up. And then, probably only for an hour or so.”
She nodded, her breath already deepening.
Buck held her tight, staring at the ceiling, listening to the ocean surge against the pier, the foghorn still moaning in the background.
He closed his eyes, making a mental note to ask Avery about the lighter in the morning — hopefully give Tier the closure she needed before starting a deep dive into her contacts at MI6, Interpol, and the CIA.
Someone had sold her out. And he wouldn’t rest until he had the answers.