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by Lockwood, Tressie


  “Hold on, baby. Let me make the water warmer for you.”

  She blew out a breath, and he rushed to apologize for giving her the impression he didn’t want her. Her coy grin made him forget for a minute what he’d been doing. “Oh, I know you want me, all right.” Her gaze lowered to his cock.

  “Do you?”

  “Yes.” The sultry voice sent chills down his back, and when she stepped into the shower, he had trouble keeping his hands off her, but he needed to be careful. She still had a ways to go to heal, and he refused to cause her more pain.

  “You changed your mind?”

  She turned her back and stepped under the now warm spray. He watched rivulets of water run down her back and curve over her sexy round ass. Desire as he’d never known hit him square in the face, and he clenched his jaw, hands hovering above her shoulders. He realized just in time not to bring down his right and dropped a kiss there instead.

  Evie wiggled her hips, brushing her ass on his thigh. He moaned. “I figured why should we both suffer? I want you, and you want me.”

  “You shouldn’t do that, baby.” He grabbed her hips to still them.

  “Why not?”

  He captured her lips in a brief kiss over her shoulder and then backed up. Now his balls felt like they’d burst any second. Despite that fact, he leaned around and took in the sight of her wet breasts. The peaks glistened with water drops falling from the nipples. If he touched them, there would be no stopping himself.

  “Because you’re in no position for me to take you in the shower. I can’t be sure I can protect your arm, and I refuse to hurt you.”

  Warmth brightened her face, stealing his soul. She had no idea of the hold she commanded over him. “Oh.”

  “Yes, oh,” he said. “So wash off. I’ll help you if you let me, but then we’re getting out of here…if you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure. We’re stuck for the time being. I won’t risk leaving by myself. I’m too scared.”

  His heart shattered, and he turned her to face him. “I failed you. I should have been there. What you dealt with must have been a nightmare.”

  “No, it’s not your fault. I ran off mad. You lectured me about making smart decisions while we were together, trying to teach me, but I still messed up.”

  “Baby, you did great. You kept your head on straight and did what you had to do to escape. When I got that email from you, you saved me from losing my job and going to prison for killing a few agents.”

  She smirked. “You’re saying you went apeshit?”

  “Did I ever. I think I made some enemies.”

  “For me?”

  “Who else? Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  Kian washed himself while watching Evie run a sponge over her soft skin. Bubbles gliding over her shoulders and down across her breasts teased him, but he managed to look rather than touch. When they were done, he shut off the water and helped her from the shower. He enfolded her in a towel and got a squeeze in. She gasped and smacked his hand, laughing.

  “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

  He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her earlobe. “So you had plans to seduce me should I be foolish enough to turn you down?”

  She wrapped the towel around her curvy form and turned away. “Please, I know I’m hot, and you’re horny.”

  He managed to smack her ass before she got out of reach, and she ran in the room. He chased after her, and before she could leap onto the bed, he stopped her, scooped her into his arms, and laid her down gently.

  “I was about to kill myself,” she said, eyes wide.

  “I remembered. What happened to you is always in the forefront of my mind. It won’t happen again. I won’t give him a chance—or anyone else for that matter.”

  She stared at him, and he willed her to understand what he meant without him having to spell it out. He wanted her back, to forget the past and move toward the future together. Temptation, as if she considered his offer, twinkled in her eyes, but all she conceded to was a tiny smile. Kian would bide his time. While they were in each other’s company with no outside interference, he would win her heart like he had when they first met, and then she would be his wife again.

  Kian lay down beside Evie and splayed a hand over her belly. He watched it rise and fall with her breaths and teased the skin with the pad of his thumb. They’d been trying to have a baby before all the madness began. He remembered lying beside her with his head on her belly, dreaming of his baby. What would he or she look like? He’d discussed it with Evie and told her he wanted the baby to have her big doe eyes. The indignant expression had made him laugh as she told him in no uncertain terms that she did not have the eyes of a deer. In addition, she had added, hands on her lovely hips, she did not take orders for body parts like she manufactured babies for a living. No matter what she’d told him, he dreamed of his baby girl who would look just like her mama.

  Kian dropped a gentle kiss on her belly and laid his face against it, absorbing her warmth and listening to the sound of her breathing. She pushed her fingers into his hair, a soothing sensation, and the worries that plagued him slipped away. Was she on the pill? Did he dare ask her? A few days ago, he’d been tempted to check her purse for evidence, but he refused to invade her privacy. For now, he would wait, and when he knew she loved him again, he would broach the subject of trying again for a little one. He couldn’t wait.

  “What are you thinking?” she said, tapping a finger on his head.

  Kian looked up and smiled. “Nothing much.”

  “Uh-huh. I don’t believe you.”

  He slid lower on the bed and ran a hand over her hip, across her thigh, and between her legs. “I’m thinking I can hardly wait to get in here.” He pressed the tip of a finger to her clit and then lower to the moist opening. Her gasp and tiny moan encouraged him to explore further. He let the digit sink a little way inside her. Her knees rose, but he pushed them down. “Oh no you don’t.”

  “Kian,” she whimpered. “You make me feel…”

  He pushed his finger as deep as it would go and licked her clit. “Tell me how I make you feel, Evie.”

  “So good. I can’t get enough.”

  “You don’t have to.” He licked her again and tasted her sweet juices on his tongue. Spreading her lips, he pushed his tongue in above his finger and wriggled both. Her hips rose off the bed. He moved to cover her clit with his mouth and sucked gently. She howled his name and tangled her fingers in his hair. Her wetness drove him crazy, so ready and waiting. His cock swelled under him, and all he wanted was to pump into her, but he held off a little longer. First, she would come, and scream while she did so. Then it would be his turn. Not until he satisfied his wife would he take his own pleasure.

  He leaned away and added another finger, then another. Three fingers gliding into her heat, he sat up and twisted his hand so his palm faced up. Bent over her, studying her beautiful face, he thrust his fingers in again and again. She squirmed and bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she cried out. He sped up his attack on her sweet body, and she couldn’t help herself. She raised her knees, spreading her legs wide. He took in the juices coating his hand and dripping toward the crack of her ass.

  “Baby, you’re so wet. Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t,” she begged.

  He slowed his onslaught and then sped up. Over and over, he pumped, and when he leaned down to suck her clit, it was the last straw. She screamed through a strong release, panting and hoarse.

  Slowly, he pulled his fingers free and raised them to his lips to taste. She mewled like a satisfied kitten, her narrowed gaze taking in his movements.

  “You’re okay, Evie? No pain?”

  “After that? I’m good!” She held out her hand. “If you come here, I can do you.”

  “No. You’re not all healed up yet. I have to do it so you’re comfortable.”

  “You spoil me, Kian.”

  “Is that a bad thing?�


  She smiled. “Not all bad.”

  He frowned, and she laughed.

  “When I’m all better, I will ride you like a show pony.”

  His eyes widened. “I look forward to it.”

  “Now come here, mister.” Her gaze traveled his length and stopped on his jutting cock. “That looks like it’s going to explode, and I want it doing some very dirty things to me before that happens.”

  Kian reared back on his haunches and grabbed his cock. He stroked it from the base to the head, and precome beaded the tip. “You want this?”

  She spread her legs wider and raised her knees until just her toes touched the mattress. He got a good look at her open sex and licked his lips, tasting her cream on his tongue and scenting it in his nose. He climbed up higher and grabbed the back of one leg to raise it. Her ass spread open, but he focused on her pussy, so inviting, and he knew the heat would consume him until he could not hold back any longer.

  He positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance and pressed. The head pierced her and slid an inch inside. Her walls squeezed the hell out of him, and he groaned. “So tight, baby, you’re killing me.”

  Her body seemed to know what he said because it spasmed around his cock, tighter still. He sank deeper and held it. Pulses moved over the surface of his shaft, making him want to come, but it was too soon. He needed to hold on and enjoy the feel of being inside her. When he calmed, he took in the sight of his cock as it sank into her pussy. She stretched around him, inviting him in, and he arched his hips then pulled back just so he could enjoy the view.

  An orgasm built in his core and grew until his nuts contracted. He thrust a fist into the mattress beside her hip and ground deep. He gave her all of him, and seconds later, he came good and hard. Pumping in and out, he noticed his come mixing with hers and gathering around his shaft, seeping from their joining until it ran down to her ass. He didn’t want it to end, and he pushed all the way in and let his belly connect with hers. He stared into her eyes as he took her and loved how her lips parted on a pant. When she trembled, he knew he’d brought her to another climax and eased away after it was done.

  Kian lay at Evie’s side and drew her into his arms. He turned her so her back pressed to his chest, and he wrapped protective arms around her waist. “Good, baby?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “Now you should rest.”

  “I’m not sleepy. I just woke up, or rather, you woke me.”

  “A little nap for me?”

  She laughed. “I will if you bring me my pills and fix me breakfast.”

  He stiffened. “I hurt you.”

  She rolled from his arms and sat up. “No, really you didn’t, but it’s time, and I can’t take them without food.”

  “Then I’ll make you a cheeseburger and sweet potato fries. I think we still have sweet tea left over. If not, I’ll go out and buy some more.”

  Moisture gathered in her eyes, and his chest tightened.

  “You’re hungry now. Forget the tea. I’ll figure something else out.” He moved to get off the bed, but she grabbed his hand.

  “It’s not that.” She chuckled and sighed. “If we don’t have the tea, don’t worry about it. I was just happy because you remember.”

  He frowned. “Remember what?”

  “That I don’t like breakfast food.”

  “Sweetheart, you’ve been eating sandwiches when you woke up for the last three weeks.”

  “I know. That’s because I woke up at eleven-thirty, twelve o’clock. It’s eight-thirty now.”

  He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Okay, I admit it. I remembered you don’t like breakfast food, especially not eggs. The thought of them nauseate you, and you tried pork once when you were a kid and haven’t been back to it since.”

  She blinked up at him, and he gave himself a mental pat on the back. Of course he’d known. He recalled every detail of what Evie liked and what she didn’t. When he’d first met her and fell in love on sight, he’d made it his mission to learn all about her so he could spend his life being the one person that could make her most happy. Two years ago, he had lost sight of that goal, and in a short term of weakness when the devastation of losing her had sunk in, he had given in to Meghan. No more.

  After breakfast, Kian insisted Evie sleep, but he decided to make it up to her as soon as she woke. He checked on the status of the case, but no new information arose. As far as they could tell, Anthony Paine disappeared in the wind and hadn’t raised his head again. According to the information Evie had passed on, he’d intended to meet a friend not far from where she was found. They had narrowed the probable locations and come across the abandoned vehicle with Paine’s blood inside, but no witnesses and no reports of stolen vehicles in the area meant a dead end. Somebody had met him.

  “Did you hear me, Sloane?” Taggert asked in his ear.

  Kian paid attention to the call. “What was that?”

  “Vitali is getting antsy. We can’t hold him at the safe house against his will. So far we’ve convinced him to stay a little longer as a way to protect Mrs. Sloane. I don’t think that’s going to fly much more.”

  Kian gritted his teeth. He did not like Vitali, but he had to admit the man loved Evie and would do what it took to protect her. However, Kian knew even he would reach his limit soon. A man like Leo Vitali required people around him, and living in a small house with no one to interact with other than federal agents, he was probably going stir crazy. Not that Kian cared. Still, they had an obligation to keep him alive and couldn’t very well use him as bait to bring Paine in.

  “Keep me updated,” he told Taggert. “I want to know the minute there’s anything to lead us to Paine’s capture. I will be involved should he resurface.”

  Taggert grunted over the line. “Keep Mrs. Sloane safe. I’ll be in touch.”

  Kian disconnected the call. He had kept Taggert at a distance, only using his last name and allowing his partner to use only his. He knew Taggert waited for the invitation to become friends, but he wouldn’t give it. He’d told the director he preferred to work alone, but his wishes were tossed aside. He had to deal with it, fine, but he didn’t have to like it or become pals with Taggert.

  That afternoon, Kian took Evie out to eat lunch, and then they perused a bookstore together. He stood close by, watching her reading comics while munching chocolate candies she’d dumped from its packaging into her pocket.

  “Oh wow, I forgot all about this one,” she said, holding up the book, which started from the back instead of the front, oddly enough. “I have to buy it.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  She eyed him. “I got it, thanks. Crap, I lost track of this anime. I have to see if there are any more episodes.”

  Kian shook his head. He had no idea what she was talking about. He knew she liked what he called cartoons, but after the first time of mentioning them by that title and her scolding him, he kept his thoughts on the subject to himself.

  “Okay. Well, enjoy.” He walked over to a bench, positioned in a spot where he could watch her, and sat down. Evie wore a dress that showed off her lovely figure and shapely legs. Sandals on her feet allowed him to see her toes, and he sighed at his wife’s beauty. A scan of his surroundings showed no suspicious persons, but he stayed on slight alert, something he did whenever they left the house.

  A group of giggling teenagers strolled over and stopped in front of him. One of the girls leaned down with a smile he assumed was to charm him. “I’m Shelley. Who are you?”

  Kian blinked. He’d had women come on to him plenty of times, and he sent them on their way, but never teenage girls. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

  The girl pouted. He realized she tried to show off her cleavage, and her girlfriends’ laughter sounded around him. “Don’t be like that. We should go get a drink.” Kian sighed. “I’m sure you’re not old enough.” He pulled his badge from his jacket pocket, and fear transformed the girl’s face. “Go,” he commanded,
and the girls skittered away.

  To Kian’s annoyance, when he looked to where Evie had been standing, he found her gone. He jumped to his feet and charged down the aisle, then turned to another and another. She was nowhere in sight. His heart raced, and adrenaline pumped through his veins. He ran through various scenarios and what steps he needed to take should he find Paine had taken her again. Could he control his rage?

  Pulling his phone from his pocket, he started to dial Evie. He’d bought her a new phone to replace the one Paine destroyed and prayed she remembered to take it with her to the store. She’d told him the day before that she had no one to call, and with the two of them together all the time and Leo in the safe house, she might as well not bother with it. Kian kicked himself for not ensuring she carried it today.

  He was just bringing her name up on his screen when he spotted her with her hand raised and her back to him. Kian paused an instant to take in the scene and noted the man standing in front of Evie, his gaze locked on her upturned face. He stood at least six-four and seemed to have Kian by fifty pounds, yet Kian knew he was no small man himself. He didn’t hesitate for a second, but charged down the aisle and stepped in front of Evie to face the man.

  “State your business with her now,” he pushed between gritted teeth. “Did Paine send you?”

  The man’s face fell from a smile to a sneer. “I don’t think it’s any of your business, buddy.”

  Evie squeaked behind him and grabbed his arm. “Stop, Kian. It’s not like that.”

  He scarcely registered her words. “It’s my business when you’re talking to my wife.”

  “Then maybe you shouldn’t let your wife wander off,” was the reply.

  Kian took a step closer, his nostrils flaring. “Did you just threaten her?”

  “What if I did?”

  Kian drew back his jacket, but Evie jumped in front of him with a hand to his chest. “Stop! Kian, look at me.” She jerked on his shirtfront, and at last he broke eye contact with the bastard to glance down at her.

 

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