“Sloane, easy, baby.”
Sometimes, she knew she was too rough, but it happened when her emotions overcame her and she lost control. Only his firm voice settled her back into herself, and she loosened her grip, her hands softer now, but trembling. “Luke...”
“I know, baby. I know.” His voice had a way of reaching inaccessible spaces inside her, bringing her back into reality with him. She didn’t want to return to who she was. Never again. So when she strayed, she naturally reached for him.
“Luke, make me forget who I was. Help me again. Help me remember who I truly am.”
He kissed her jawline. “My love. I can only help you remember who you are when you’re with me.”
Sloane relaxed and sighed. “Then, please, help me remember. Again.”
While serious, Luke relaxed a little and reached between their bodies and cupped her. Sloane knew it would be torturous when her body craved an immediate explosion, but that torture was a tenuous thread always taking her back to her true self.
Her head against the wall, she softened her touch, and ran her fingers against his cheekbone, scratching his thick beard lightly. She locked her ankles behind his lower back as his hand continued to move and explore, although restrained.
“Sexy, wet, and impatient. A triple treat. And all mine.” His fingers slid inside with his last words, and his possessiveness made her shiver. There wasn’t a lot of room for him to move, so she undulated her hips. Again, it was far from enough.
In the awkward position, Sloane leaned forward, kissing his stern face, rubbing her lips against his furry cheek, tracing his handsome features with her tongue until she detoured to his lips. He was breathing hard, pleasuring her while denying them both. Even as he strained to keep her upright, Luke removed his arm from between them and instead grabbed a handful of her ass so he could lean in and ravish her mouth once more. How he could kiss! She’d once heard a man’s kiss was his signature. If it was the case, his was one of curiosity, dominance, tenderness, and possession. She’d never been willing to be possessed before, and she knew in the very fabric of her soul that she never gave that power to anybody else. Luke was the only one.
It was her turn to snake a hand between them, as slowly as she could muster. “I need you inside me and I don’t care if you don’t move. I just want to feel you.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up as he loosened his hold, allowing her to free his cock. Hard, pulsing, but silky soft, Sloane teased him a little, rubbing the underside below the glans. The very spot that made him catch his breath when she sucked him and from his hiss, it was clear it worked again.
In a manner that made them both moan, Luke pushed himself inside her, the friction dragging out to the point where she was no longer too proud to beg. Even though Luke controlled the motion he must have felt the same way as he snapped, turning feral on her. Sloane could only hold on as he pounded into her, his hands braced against the wall and his face buried in the crook of her neck. Slammed into the wall with every thrust, everything else vanished but the feel of him inside her, the pleasure inevitably cresting, and the fact that at this very moment, Sloane never wanted to experience this with anyone else.
The heat, the cold. The connection and the pain. The addiction and the loss. Everything coalesced into the sole important thing: love. Learning to love herself again, the love of this city, her teammates and friends, and more incredibly, her love for Luke. The start and end of her own redemption.
Lost beyond words, beyond herself, there was no resisting the wave of mind-blowing pleasure that swept her away, the cry that came from her lips, amplified by the underground room, and soon drowned by a male growl of release.
With the smell of sex, man, and decay filling her nose, her head heavy on his shoulder, they held each other tight. It felt so right that what was in her heart flowed out of her mouth. “I want you to marry me, Luke.”
Silence followed her grand statement. From the sensation hovering over her body in bliss, Sloane felt a ball of ice squeeze her heart, roughly bringing her back to reality.
Luke’s entire body shook, and as she lifted her head, she realized he was laughing.
“Damn, babe. You have a way of disrupting my plans. I shouldn’t be surprised by now.”
When he finally lifted his head, his eyes twinkling with mirth, everything about this expedition made sense to Sloane: his constant smile, the picnic, the unique location, and how he wanted everything to be perfect, more than usual.
She felt so bad now. “I’m so sorry...”
Still he laughed, leaning closer to give her a kiss. “I’ve never been asked before.”
Wincing, Sloane bit her lip. “I’m sorry. I know I’m weird. I mess everything up.”
Before she could continue, Luke kissed her again, his laughter gone, replaced with a profound passion. “Yes, you are weird, babe, but I wouldn’t want to change a single thing about you. I’ll keep you sane if you keep me wild. I think it’s a perfect arrangement for both of us.”
Peace returned, bringing a smile to her lips. “Should I let you propose, or are you going to answer my question?”
Luke chuckled and gave her a wink. “As I’m freezing my ass off, and my arms are about to give out, how about kissing me to seal the deal, Vigilante? Romance is overrated anyway.”
Cupping his face, Sloane gave him everything she had in that kiss and silently disagreed. Luke was a romantic, and she found herself craving it too and reminded herself to bring her own wickedly weird romance, flooding Luke with it. After all, they were starting an eternity together. Life had offered her the greatest gift of all, a new lease on life that she’d never let go.
THE END
Sneak Peek: Night Justice
Book one of the Chicago Vigilantes Series
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There was no time for hesitation as Sam jumped from the club’s roof and landed on the sidekick of the man pointing a gun at Orla’s head. He’d been tempted to break that fucker in two first, but the risk of him accidentally pulling the trigger had him switching targets.
There was a sickening crunch when Sam fell on him with his full weight, but he didn’t care. Scumbags like him weren’t much better than bugs. Leaving his victim to suffer, he twisted and landed a kick on the bigger man’s arm, snapping it in two and forcing him to drop his weapon with a yell of pain. Moving fast, he snapped his neck. As the inert body dropped to the ground, Sam turned back to the first man and made sure he’d never draw another breath.
The noise increased in the area, and it was only a question of time before what was happening up front would join them out back. He turned to Orla then.
The woman was on her feet, breathing hard and clearly shaken, but holding onto her determination like a buoy at sea. “I knew you existed and weren’t a figment of everyone’s imagination.”
In full gear, with a high-tech mask hiding his face and head, Sam knew she wouldn’t recognize him anywhere else. The suit was mostly a mix between futuristic soldier and a cat-burglar. Even his voice was protected with a modulator. “Go! It’s not safe to be here.”
But he should have known the reporter in her would be stronger than her self-preservation. Instead of fleeing, she took a step in his direction. “What are you doing here?”