Page 166 of Broken
He stilled, his cock buried deep inside her.
“I love you, Jacqueline,” he murmured.
While there was confidence in his tone, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that she’d never seen before.
She melted, the love washing over her, erasing all the bad. She had found her person. She knew in her heart that she had.
“I love you too.” Jacqueline had fallen deeply in love with an assassin. Crazy, head-over-heels in love with someone she’d once loathed with a passion.
They stared into each other’s eyes, soaking up the feeling. It was heady and amazing… and a little overwhelming.
Not because she felt that way, but because she’d been so willing to tell him. Being with him was different. Being with him mattered. His needs, his desires, his hopes were as important to her as her own.
He started moving inside her, the thrill snagging her attention while she ran her fingertips over his shoulders and down his back. Touching him, being touched by him, had her moving against his thrusts.
A simple repositioning and he ran his tongue over her nipple, sending skitters of excitement raining down on her. He nibbled, bit her. She yelped. Her reward. Bright eyes that drilled into her while a devilish smile danced on the corners of his mouth.
They moved as one, lost in each other and in the pleasures of the flesh.
He finished pampering one breast, returning to her mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She reached over her head, resting her arms on the floor. “Hold me down.”
A groan ripped from him as he held her wrists in his large hand. She arched up and started moving faster. His thrusts were harder, longer, and his cock expanded, growing thicker with each thrust.
Their sexy sounds filled her ears while her body bowed to his. Then, his growls turned feral while he fucked her faster and harder, the long strokes of his steel shaft taking her higher and higher.
And then, he sucked her other nipple, drawing the orgasm out of her. She started bucking beneath him and crying out.
“Me too, baby,” he roared.
Blinding, deafening pleasure blanketed her in ecstasy. She opened her eyes to find his locked on hers.
They climaxed together, the spasms making her cry out and shake beneath him as her insides tightened around his massive cock.
Spent and sated, she lay there, unable to move, panting for breath, while beads of perspiration rolled between her breasts. This was the ultimate escape with the ultimate man.
They lay together in silence while they caressed each other. Tender strokes after hard and savage fucking, like wild animals, with no limits.
Still inside her, he rolled them over so she was laying on him. They shared a smile.
“I feel like I could take on the world right now,” she murmured.
“We have to promise each other that no matter what life throws at us, we step away from the mayhem to have sex, make love, fuck. Pick one or all three. There’s nothing better than being with you.Nothing.”
In that moment, her soul bound itself to his. She wanted to lay with him forever. Never move, never stray away. This was her happy place, and it had been from the moment they’d first gotten together.
“Have you forgiven me for the cult tragedy?” he asked.
“Forgiven.” Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him. “As much as I’d rather stay here, we have to work.” She pushed off him.
A short time later, they’d relocated onto the back porch, working side by side at the table.
Refreshed and energized, she said, “Your sister’s cell phone log came back. After I finish researching the former ALPHA Op, I’ll review it.”
“I’ll look over the ballistics report from Coop,” Prescott said.
Thirty minutes later, she was convinced the former Operative had nothing to do with Gloria and Bert’s murders. Forced to widen her search, she requested a report that listed every defendant Gloria and Bert had testified against.
