Chapter 7

There was little she could do but hold on, try to breathe, and take him in, with each agonizing stroke. He maintained the same tempo—the languorous slide out of her body, followed by the devastating drive back inside. The combined effect left her senses awhirl, forcing her to lean against the powerful arm at her side that he used to prop himself up. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder. It wasn’t to take the sting away from where he gripped her hair. It was to feel even more of him, to force their bodies together in all the ways they weren’t already joined.

It felt right. Scarily right. More right, even, than the weight of her pack against her hip when she was on a mission.