Page 35 of Unintended Love

Clint slid his free arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him while he pumped his fingers in and out of her and rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Let go, Ashlin. I’ve got you.”

He felt the second she gave herself to the pleasure. Her whole body shook with the release of the tension. It was almost too much for Clint to withhold his own orgasm. Staring down at Ashlin’s beautiful content smile as she completely relaxed in his arms was all it took to keep him from rolling onto her, into her wet heat, and exploding inside his wife. She appeared so peaceful as she lay in his arms. He wanted her to stay there forever.

Her breathing increased and grew deeper before she blinked open her eyes. “That was amazing.” Ashlin snuggled in closer to his mostly clothed body. “That took so much out of me, I just want to curl up here and go to sleep.”

“Go ahead,” he suggested. He’d be satisfied with her right there all night…until she reached over and unzipped his dark jeans, freeing his cock. Her soft, delicate fingers felt like butterfly wings barely touching his rigid shaft.

“You have on way too many clothes to be in this bed with me.”

Clint reached the back of his neck and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He tossed the offending clothing to the side. He pulled the holster from the back of his pants and set it on the nightstand. Lifting his hips, he slid his boxer briefs and jeans to his ankles.

“Fuck.” He sat up and unzipped his boots, removed the handgun strapped to his ankle and set it on the side table next to the other one. He could finally remove his last vestiges of clothing. He heard the thunk of his knives when the jeans hit the floor.

Turning to Ashlin, the craziest thought ran through his mind. “Where are your weapons?”

She gave him a knowing smile. “My gun is in my purse. I took it off my back when we slid out of the booth. Knives are in my pockets, and there’s a hidden knife in my belt buckle, all of which are now lying on the floor next to yours. I have a few throwing stars in my purse, and there is a garrote in my bra.”

“This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had while naked in bed,” Clint admitted as he pulled the covers over them both.

“Me, too.” She yawned.

Clint pulled her closer and tucked her head under his chin. “Rest.” He ran his hand down her face, forcing her to close her eyes.

“Just for a minute.” She let out a heavy sigh, and her breathing evened out.

Clint stroked her long, dark auburn hair and wondered how had he gotten so lucky? With a smile, he fell asleep and had the most wonderful dream. Ashlin was on her knees, taking him deep into her mouth while one hand carefully rolled his balls. Her hair tickled his hips as she bobbed up and down and stroked his shaft with her small fingers, occasionally running her nails up the underside as she licked the engorged head.

He was so close but far too old to have a wet dream. He opened his eyes and knew it wasn’t a dream. His orgasm didn’t sneak up on him; it rushed forward like a tidal wave before a hurricane, wanting to crash and release all its power.

Clint grabbed her face and pulled her up so he could capture those talented lips and that tempting mouth. “My baby tiger, I can’t take any more of that.”

Ashlin slid her hips up his body, her wet heat hovering over his weeping head.

She stopped and stared down into his eyes.

“Condom.”

Talk about a cock-blocker.

“Ashlin, we had this talk back in Las Vegas… Unless…” Clint couldn’t bear to think of her with another man. Had she been sleeping around while he had been honoring their vows, remaining true to her? His hands balled into fists before he released them and grabbed her hips. No way in hell did he want her sliding onto his cock if she’d had other men inside her since he’d been there last. He didn’t share.

“Clint, you know we get tested all the time. I’m clean. And you also know that I’m on the pill.” He lost her eyes when she glanced away.

He shoved his anger into an emotional box and spoke as softly as he could, “Ashlin, we were all tested before we left Ethiopia. Look at me, kitten. Talk to me. What are you thinking?”

Her eyes were a deep emerald green with that stunning ring of gold next to the pupils. “We haven’t been together in nearly six months. I’ve been out on missions almost constantly. My team and I haven’t had any free time since we left Nevada. But you’ve been home in Ethiopia almost six whole months. That’s a long time for a man to go…without stress relief.”

He pulled her face down, within millimeters of his. “I’m thirty-two years old, not some horny college kid. My life is filled with missions, too. If I’m not on one, I’m balls deep in planning one.” He grinned sheepishly. “As for stress relief, I handle it.” He wiggled his right hand.

He held up his left hand, the gold band she had given him the only piece of jewelry adorning his fingers. “I made a vow to you, and I’ve kept it. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you if I didn’t have feelings for you.” He ran his thumb over her cheek. “I wasn’t that drunk. I knew damn good and well what I was doing.” He chuckled. “I had no idea how the hell I was ever going to tell Xena that I had married one of her best friends, but at that point in time, I didn’t care. You’d been off-limits to me for years, but make no mistake, I had noticed you. And wanted you. More each holiday you spend with us. Las Vegas seemed like the perfect time to make you mine.”

“There hasn’t been anyone in my life, and especially in my bed, since you said those magical words: I do.” He could feel his eyebrows pinch together. “Have other men touched you since you left me alone in our bed the morning after our wedding?”

“No, no one.” She shook her head slowly from side to side. “No man has hugged me, kissed me, and certainly not touched me in the places you have tonight. None of us do honeypot missions.” She grinned down at him. “That’s not our area of expertise.”

“Good, so there’s nobody I have to kill, right?” Clint was only half kidding.

Her smile grew into a grin. “No, but I would like another ‘little death’ as the French call it.”