Blood surged to his groin as he envisioned how she’d feel with his beard tickling a different part of her.
Desire cranked up as she kept kissing him. No more leisurely kisses. He was too cranked up, too aroused. Jace pulled her into the bedroom and almost ripped off his shirt.
“Condom,” he said, barely managing to get the word out.
Kara shook her head. “Pill. It’s safe.”
“I want you so much,” he muttered. “If you want to back out, do it now.”
In answer, she unbuttoned her shirt, her heated gaze never leaving his. As he tugged off his boots and removed his clothing, Jace held on to control with a thin thread.
With a soft sigh, she divested herself of clothing until she stood before him, fully nude.
They fell onto the bed together, kissing.
She’d dreamed of this moment and after years of missing him, it finally arrived. How she’d missed his heat. His passion.
Jace’s mouth was as warm and firm, as delicious as she’d remembered. Jace cupped the back of her head as he devoured her mouth, licking and teasing.
Her own desire remained barely leashed, as urgent as the heat in his blue eyes. With a rough growl, he lunged, pushing her naked body back onto the bed.
Kara was the one touching him, her eager hands exploring the body she once loved so well. Her mouth against his skin, trailing tiny kisses over the hard line of his jaw, his throat.
A sharp intake of breath as she saw the silvery stretch of old scar tissue on his chest. “Dear Lord, Jace, what happened to you?”
“Bullet wound. It healed.”
“It hurts me to see you like this,” she whispered. “I wish I could have helped.”
Kara kissed the scar tissue, her mouth sliding over a wound that she never knew he’d had.
She kissed the inside of his thigh, then stroked a finger along the underside of his rigid cock. Jace dragged in a deep breath as she encased his erection in her hand and took him into her mouth.
Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back. He tasted exactly as she remembered—strength and steel. She enjoyed every groan wrung from his throat, the exquisite pleasure she delivered to him.
Then he pulled away, his gaze glittering. Jace rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him.
Understanding, she straddled him and sank deep into him, moaning with the erotic pleasure of having Jace at last inside her. Strong hands on her hips, he helped her ride him.
Every delicious stroke brought her higher and higher, cranking the sweet tension higher until she was panting. She was so close, close...
His mouth encased one hard nipple. He bit lightly.
Screaming, she shattered, her nails digging into his muscled chest. Then he joined her, his own cries echoing with hers.
Kara fell against him, panting, her perspiration mingling with his, her hands splayed against his rigid chest. She couldn’t think about the future or the consequences of what they’d done.
Tomorrow would arrive soon enough.
Chapter 22
Leaden light peeked through the window blinds early the next morning. Jace yawned and rolled over, watching Kara. So beautiful as she slept, her hair spilling over the pillow, a soft smile on her face.
Damn, he’d give anything to wake up to her next to him each day. Maybe they could make it work.
She woke, caught him and her smile widened. “Good morning, lover.”
He took her into his arms again.
After they showered and made breakfast, Jace let Darby out for a run in the field. Ankle-high grass hid birds foraging for insects and a curious chipmunk sat up, watching them. The dog chased the chipmunk and then ran to the road, barking.
Sipping his second mug of coffee on the porch, Jace froze at the distant growl of a motorcycle. This was a quiet country road, yeah, and maybe the biker was enjoying the twists and turns...
Or not.
Maybe the Devil’s Patrol had found them. Again.
After whistling for Darby, who came running, he ran into the house, the screen door banging behind him. Kara was tidying the kitchen.
“Kara, they may have found us.”
She turned, her face pale. “Jace, how? No one knows we’re here and this place is so remote...”
“They’re tracking us. Or talked to someone in town after tracking us here.”
It made no sense. He’d exchanged vehicles with Al, and Al couldn’t have had a tracking device on his bike. But somehow, the gang had tracked them down. Unless they’d tracked them a different way...
Jace thought rapidly. Maverick, one of the DP, had worked as a software developer for a large tech firm before getting fired. He’d laughed about it because the criminal life was far more prosperous. Maverick had worked cleaning up people’s computers and phones...sometimes placing the malware in the phones himself and then getting paid by the company to uninstall it when the user experienced problems. The company found out what he’d been doing and fired him.
