Page 52 of Covert Operation

I shake my head, fighting for breath as every nerve ending in my body comes alive. “No.” This whole hotel could collapse around us and I still wouldn’t tell him to stop. “Please don’t stop.” The possibility is unimaginable. “I need…”

A low growl rumbles through his chest as one hand laces through my hair, cradling the back of my head before pulling tight. “What do you need?”

I don’t even know what I need. But I do know what I want. “Whatever you’ll give me.”

Zeke swears under his breath, then his mouth is back on mine, his taste and scent overwhelming my senses nearly as much as his touch as his free hand clamps down on my hip. His long fingers sink into the small amount of cushion I’ve managed to regain over the past year, gripping tight as his forehead drops to mine. “I’d give you everything,” he pants, words choppy between ragged breaths.

I meet his gaze, hoping he can see how sure I am when I say, “Then that’s what I need.”

Zeke’s nostrils flare, his grip on my hip tightening as he almost seems to glare at me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

I study him for a second, taking in the hard lines and angles of his face. “I do.” My chest squeezes as I reach up to rest my palm against his cheek. “But at some point you have to trust me too.”

I know losing Kendra the way he did is one of the big stumbling blocks in his way. He sees her reflection in the faces of all the women he helps, including mine. It brings along old fears and festering guilt.

And there’s no place for either of those between us.

I give him a soft smile as my fingers curl against the neatly cropped hair along his jaw. “Do you trust me?”

Zeke’s jaw clenches. “You aren’t the one I don’t trust.”

My belly flutters over how far he’s willing to go to keep me safe. Even from himself. “Then I guess it’s good I trust you enough for both of us.”

This could go either way. He could banish me back to my own bed and keep pretending there’s nothing between us, or?—

I suck in a breath as his mouth comes to mine again, the heavy weight of his hard body pressing against me. I’m aching for friction, so I wiggle beneath him until his hips settle between my thighs. Zeke swallows down the gasp I let out when the hard line of his cock meets my newly reawakened pussy. The contact feels so good —even through the layers of his pajamas and mine—that I hook my legs at his waist, trying to pull him in so I can get more of it.

Zeke groans into my mouth as he rocks against me, dragging his length exactly where I want it. I grab at him as he shifts, worried he’s pulling away.

His lips leave mine, but don’t go far. “Relax. I’m right here.” Zeke nips my ear as he rocks against me again, the move making me whimper as my pussy clenches around nothing. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I relax a little at that, my body going soft and pliant as he continues to thrust against me, mimicking an act I hope to be participating in very soon. The next time he moves, I move with him, increasing the pressure and contact and making us both moan.

Zeke’s forehead meets mine, his eyes closing tight. His hand flexes against my hip, urging me on. “Just like that, sweetheart. Show me what feels good.”

It’s not difficult to accomplish because everything feels good. So good my thighs are clenching at his hips and I’m so wet my panties are soaked and clinging to my skin. “Don’t stop.” A coil of pressure tightens low in my belly, making it hard to breathe around the anticipation of release. “Please don’t stop.”

Zeke shakes his head, eyes still fused to mine. “Never.” His hand leaves my hip to hook behind my knee, opening my legs wider and bringing more of him against more of me.

The added contact is enough to send me spiraling over the edge, ears ringing, vision blurring as I come undone under the only man in this whole world I would feel safe enough to let go with.

Zeke’s body goes rigid against me and for a second I worry something happened. That he strained his injured shoulder. Maybe already found some guilt or regret to dig back up.

But then he groans, the sound low and deep. It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m already making plans to hear it again when Zeke brushes a gentle kiss across my lips. “I’ll be right back,” he says before unraveling himself from my hold and sliding off the edge of the bed. After collecting a fresh pair of pajama pants, he disappears into the bathroom.

I’m still sprawled across the mattress, half dazed, when he comes back, climbs under the covers, and pulls me close. After tucking my back to his front, he nuzzles my neck and says, “You made me ruin my pants.”

I smile into the shadows, pride and excitement making my chest warm as I reply, “I guess you’ll have to take them off next time.”

TWENTY-TWO

ZEKE

I WAKE UP groggy. My limbs are heavy and my head is clouded. Almost like I’ve been drugged. Where the fuck am I and what the fuck happened last night?

The soft sound of Savannah’s even breathing drags my attention to where her small body is tucked close to mine, limbs tangled around me, a thin line of drool trailing from the corner of her mouth to dribble against my shoulder.

The tension in my body eases. At least I wasn’t drugged. Technically.