Page 44 of The Hero
“Are you crying? Did I hurt you? Shit!” he exclaimed, trying to move from under her.
But Marlowe clutched him to her and shook her head. “No! You’d never hurt me. I’m just feeling emotional. You know, everything’s catching up with me.” She hated the small lie, but it wasn’t completely untrue.
He relaxed under her once more, and his hands returned to stroking her back. “You’re okay, Punky. You’re safe. We’ll head out in the morning. I think it’s at least a little safer to travel during the day, now that we’re out of Thailand. We’ll get you some shoes, some clean clothes, and when we get to the airport, I’ll get a hold of my contact and get us out of here.”
She nodded and closed her eyes once more. He was still buried deep in her body, and Marlowe had never felt as safe as she did at that moment. Even though they were in a barn, and she still longed for a real shower and soap, she was more content than she’d felt in a very long time.
“I should move and clean us up,” he muttered.
But Marlowe gripped him tighter. “No. It’s okay.”
He chuckled. “I can see someone isn’t going to want to sleep in the wet spot, huh?”
His words made it seem as if they had a future together. More nights of making love and deciding who would sleep where. “Sex without a condom is messy,” she said after a moment.
“I hadn’t realized just how much,” he said, still completely relaxed under her.
Marlowe lifted her head once again. “Really?”
“Really. I wasn’t ready to be a father before.”
His words lay heavy around them. She wasn’t sure of the connotations in that statement. That he wasn’t ready before, but he wasnow? She sighed. “I don’t mind the mess,” she said after a minute. “I mean, I’m not sure I’d like walking around feeling your come leaking from between my legs, but this? Lying here with you still inside me? It’s ... intimate.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
She felt him hardening again, and she grinned against his chest.
“Marlowe?”
“Yes?” she replied, feeling excitement and arousal ramp up inside her once again as he filled her.
“Are you sore?”
“No.”
“I want you again,” he said bluntly.
“You can be on top,” she told him a little shyly as she sat up on him once again.
But he shook his head. “No. I don’t want your skin touching the hay.”
She frowned down at him. “Why not?”
“Because it’s scratchy. And dirty.”
“And that’s okay for you but not me?”
“Yup.”
“That’s not fair,” she protested.
Kendric merely shrugged. “Don’t care. To love and protect, cherish and honor, respect and nurture. That’s what I promised, and I take my vows seriously.”
Marlowe’s heart melted.
“Besides, I know you like being on top. And I like you there. Take me, woman. I want to fill you up again.”
She rolled her eyes. “You really are bossy.”
