groans from both of us.
“Dammit, Cyn,” he hissed.
I continued to wiggle until I was riding him, using his shoulders to maintain
my balance. “Dammit, Kayden.”
I ran my tongue along his lips as he panted for breath. I rose and fell, altering
our pace so he couldn’t prepare or counter. My body curling tighter and tighter,
but I held back the looming explosion determined to break his control. I wanted
him as wild as I felt. I needed it. Needed something to hold onto. I shimmied and
arched back as I slammed down.
Finally, he broke. With a harsh curse, he gathered me close, took my mouth
with bruising intensity, and then pinned me back down. He leaned over me with
one hand gripping the headboard while the other curved over my hip, and then
he began to ride me, fast and hard. He found my sweet spot, hitting it over and
over, leaving my body helpless to do anything but climb to the inevitable peak.
The world detonated around me. I came, screaming his name, and felt him
follow me over, as my name fell from his lips like a curse.
CHAPTER 24
A fter a shower, where Kayden and I decided to practice our water-
conservation skills, he proved he was the man of my dreams. The
alluring aroma of freshly brewed coffee drew me down the hall to the kitchen as
I finger-combed my wet hair back.
He met me with a kiss and a full cup.
Definitely a keeper.
“Today’s breakfast special is yogurt or eggs.”
My stomach rumbled as I took a sip of coffee.
He grinned. “Both it is.”
He turned back to the kitchen, and I wandered over to the table. A laptop, the
screen imitating an etch-a-sketch, sat next to my gun. “Have you heard anything
from anyone yet?”
I set my cup down, unable to look away from the Sig. It was stupid to be scared. It was a tool. Like any tool, the handler’s hand determined its actions.
Tito’s lifeless eyes under the neat little hole in his skull mocked me.
“Wolf and Rabbit were on their way about twenty minutes ago.”
“Did they find something?” I turned away from the table and headed to the
kitchen where the smell of fried eggs painted the air.
“So they said.” Kayden looked up from the stovetop as I stepped in and
began opening drawers. “Need something?”
Too many things to mention, but I wasn’t ready yet to pick up that
conversational gambit. “Yeah, need to clean my gun. Is there a soft cloth around
here?”
“Fourth drawer over. Cabinet in the corner has a cleaning rod, bore brush, cleaning solvent, and oil.”
