Her head dropped forward and her eyes drifted closed.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “Thank you for making it so easy to love you. For showing me the way and helping me stay the course.”
“Eyes, baby,” I rumbled, unable to keep the coarseness from my tone.
Shiloh’s lids slowly opened and she looked at me from under her lashes.
“You love me?”
“Like crazy.”
Two words. An affirmation.
That didn’t feel good, it felt phenomenal.
So damn remarkable I couldn’t speak.
But I could show her.
So I did.
Shiloh didn’t protest when I hooked her around the back of the neck and brought her mouth to mine. She didn’t complain when I started the kiss slow and sweet. Tasting and teasing with our tongues, building it for both of us until I tilted her head and deepened the kiss. Finally, when I earned her sexy-as-fuck noises I broke the kiss. That earned a new sound, a sexy whimper of disappointment.
“Luke.”
Raspy, turned on, desire-filled.
Hell yeah!
“On my face, baby, I’m hungry.”
I felt her body shiver right before she rolled off and tugged down her shorts. Shiloh started to climb back on when I halted her progress.
“Other way. I want your mouth around my dick while I eat you.”
Another tremble.
Without delay or further encouragement, Shiloh threw her leg over my waist, her heart-shaped ass right in front of me and too sexy not to touch. My hands roamed her backside while she freed my dick from my boxers then I hauled her hips back, positioned her pussy over my mouth, and guided her down.
After that, I ate my woman until she was squirming, with her mouth working magic around my dick. Shiloh sucked and I licked. Her tongue ran the length of my cock and I used mine to tease her clit. She took me to the back of her throat and my hips came off the bed. I tongue-fucked her until she ground down on my face.
Both of us close.
I jerked her hips up, my cock slid from her mouth, and I swatted her ass, propelling her forward.
“Ride,” I grunted.
Shiloh shifted, fisted my shaft, lined us up, and slammed down.
Christ, fucking A. So tight and hot and wet.
I lifted my head off the pillow and took in the magnificence before me. Blonde hair tumbling down her back. The sexy flair of her hips. Her ass jiggling with every bounce. All of it so fucking hot I had to clench my jaw.
“Lean forward. Hands on the bed by my knees.”
Shiloh’s hands glided down my thighs and then they fisted the sheets near my legs. In an effort not to touch her, I did the same.
The new position afforded me a new view. One that was arguably better than the first.
“Wish you could see this, baby. Your pussy taking my dick.”
Shiloh slid up then slid down and the feel of it coupled with the visual was so insanely, unbelievably hot I was close to coming.
“Every time you’re inside of me I think it can’t get better, yet the next time you prove me wrong,” Shiloh moaned on a downward glide.
Fuck.
“Faster, Shiloh. I wanna watch you fuck me hard.”
Her pace picked up, her noises became louder and held an edge of frustration. And in a place deep inside of me, I loved she couldn’t get off without me. I loved she could take herself to the brink but it was me who drove her over.
My tongue, my fingers, my words. Sometimes it was one or the other. Sometimes a combination of the three. Sometimes if I felt like it, I worked her up with my tongue and fingers, then finished off talking dirty to her while I fingered her. Any way I did it, she got off. But something I learned about Shiloh the very first time in her bathtub, she seriously loved when I talked her through her climax.
The filthier the better.
It was sexy as fuck.
“You close, baby?” I asked needlessly.
“Yes,” she groaned and her head tipped back.
“Want me to help?”
“You know I do.”
Yeah, I did.
“You want me to finger your clit or do you wanna hear about how fucking hot it is to watch your pussy stretch around my dick?”
“Both,” she whined.
I jackknifed up, pressed my chest to her back, and my mouth went to her ear. I brought my fingers to her lips and tapped.
“Open up and get ‘em wet.”
She sucked my fingers into her mouth while my other hand cupped her breast, and my fingers found and then pinched her nipple.
“Enough.”
Shiloh released my fingers and I dropped them between her legs and went to work on her clit.
“We’re gonna make this fast, Shiloh. Watching your pussy wet my dick, feeling you clamped tight, you have me ready to blow.”
I put more pressure on her clit and her body jolted. I pinched and rolled her nipple, pulling more desperate groans out of her.
“You have no clue how fucking beautiful you feel,” I moaned against her neck. “Clenched tight, soaking my dick. The only thing that feels better is when you come around me.”
“Luke.”
Shiloh’s voice hitched and her pussy spasmed and that was all it took for my orgasm to break loose.
“You feel that?” I grunted through the intense pleasure. “I can’t hold back with you. Too good. Come with me, baby.”
“Yes.”
She lost her rhythm and her fast hard glides turned into jerks and shudders.
“Christ. Perfect.”
“Perfect,” she echoed on a long groan.
Before the last of my climax waned, I kissed her neck and whispered, “I love you, Shiloh.”
“Love.” Tremble. “You.” Another jolt. “Luke.”
It would be a long while before I settled us in bed. Side by side facing each other. Legs tangled. A sated, sleepy gaze coming from Shiloh. And I suspected I was giving her the same. I rolled, turned out the light on her nightstand, rolled back, and tucked her close.
It would be long after Shiloh fell back asleep when I realized I missed something. Along with the sated sleepy look, there was love shining in her eyes. A look that was not new but had been there from day one.
I might have missed it weeks ago, but I didn’t miss it now, and I’d never miss it again.
24
It was five days after Luke found out about the letters. Five days after avows of love.
And a lot had happened but not a whole lot had changed. Luke and I were still Luke and me only with the added layer of commitment. What had changed was I’d told my captain about the letters I’d received from Clive Hutchinson. To say he lost his mind would be a blatant understatement. The man blew his stack. He yelled at me, ranted about Clive, yelled at me some more. All of this while intermingling creative curse words with promises of protection.
Obviously, my team caught wind of the letters. Gordy, Chip, and Valentine marched straight into the captain’s office and demanded to read them. I felt this was a mistake. I knew I was right after the three of them passed the letters around and read each one of them. Gordy looked murderous. Chip looked perplexed. And Valentine looked concerned. All three looked unhappy. As in unhappy to the hundredth power.
This necessitated a team meeting—Reyes, Soloman, and Mereno took the opportunity to communicate their displeasure but also their worry. No one liked that Clive Hutchinson knew where I lived. I hadn’t thought of that. I wasn’t listed, I had no social media. It would be difficult for him to find my address unless he followed me home. That conclusion led to Gordy calling Luke.