Page 143 of Bulletproof
“Of course it is.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. I got the feeling I was being placated.
“I’m not crazy.”
“No, I know.” He continued to laugh as he walked through our loft.
“How was your day, talking to people going into witness protection and checking on witnesses?”
“Well, I don’t have any of my own witnesses yet. I’m just following the steps with other members of the team.”
“Do you like them?”
“I like them all. This is gonna be a really good change for me.”
I thought so too.
“They all play poker together, so I volunteered to have everyone over here next week. Once that happens, everything will be even better.”
“Why?”
He turned to look at me. “ ’Cause once they all meet you and fall in love with you, we’ll have that between us.”
“What if they hate me?”
“Yeah, like that’ll happen.”
The possibility was, in fact, kind of small. I was likable—Dane did always say so.
Dinner had been nice. I loved Sam’s parents, and they were both kind of crazy about me.
I went to bed early, and Sam stayed up to read, but when he came to bed, he woke me up. The solid length of the erection pressed to the small of my back let me know what he wanted before a warm hand slid down my abdomen and under the elastic waistband of my pajamas.
“Yes, Deputy Marshal? May I help you?”
His hand fisted my already-hardening shaft, and I pushed back against him in response.
“Oh,” I moaned because it felt so good—his hand on me not gentle, rough with wanting.
His mouth was on the back of my neck, nibbling, sucking, as he slid my pajamas down with one hand, moving over my hip, while the other grazed my ass.
The moan became a whimper, and I arched my back as Sam groaned.
“I need you,” he rasped, and I realized something was wrong.
“What were you looking at?” I asked, gasping as I heard the snap of the pop top on the lube before one slick finger slid between my cheeks.
He didn’t answer, but I knew. Whatever he had read in those case files scared him, so he came to the bedroom to check on me, to assure himself that what he loved was safe and secure. But at some point, in his reminding himself that I was fine, he’d become aroused, and I was about to reap the benefits.
“You want me?” I asked because, sometimes, his desire ran to silence and urgency.
His breath was hot on my ear as two fingers slowly, gently entered me and just as tenderly began to scissor me apart.
“Do you want me on my knees? I can if you hold me?”
He didn’t, and when the fingers eased free, my hole stretched and ready, I felt the first nudge of the head of his penis. My back bowed as I shoved my ass against him.
Taking the motion for the invitation it was, he pressed forward, sliding inside, pushing steadily until I was completely breached and he was fully seated.
