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“Then…” One hand slammed onto the keys. The other grabbed for that frame again because it was either grab it or fall. No way could she play right then. “Then take every part!”
And he did.
He plunged into her. Her right hand slapped against the keys. Her left gripped the frame tighter. His thrusts were merciless and so deep. They rocked through her whole body, and she ground her hips against him. She loved what he was doing to her. The wild plunges. The primal growls. The thud of their bodies coming together.
The frantic strokes of his fingers over her clit.
She came with a scream. A sharp, echoing cry because there was no build up to the climax. It just stuck with the force of a hurricane.
And he was with her. A long, hot blast filled her as he came. And, somehow, his release just spurred on her pleasure. Had her gasping and rubbing her hips against his feverishly because this was what sex should be.
It should consume.
It should ignite.
It should possess.
It should leave you broken and panting and aching with throbs of pleasure because it was so intense and powerful that it would obliterate you…
He pulled out.
She whimpered in protest.
But he lifted her into his arms. “You are my beautiful music.”
That was…Her eyes squeezed closed so he wouldn’t see that she was tearing up again.
And I think you might be my everything, Beau.
For the first time, she began to feel…afraid of him. No, not of him. Afraid of how he made her feel.
Chapter Seventeen
“How do you feel about a little breaking and entering?”
At the question, Avalon paused. She’d just been stepping out of the shower. Water droplets skated down over her delectable body, and her wet hair trailed over her shoulders.
He lifted up a towel.
She took it. Slowly dried off and wrapped it around her body. “Is this just a general…do I think B&E’s are wrong sort of thing? Or are you asking specifically if I feel like breaking into a house with you?”
She’d covered her nipples when she wrapped the towel around her body. A crying shame. “The prison riot made the news.” He’d watched the story while she showered. “One inmate is listed as being killed.”
“Everett.”
“That’s what my money says.”
She eased forward on the bathmat. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I have a specific B&E in mind. Seeing as how we’re partners, I thought I’d extend a participation invitation to you.” He scratched his jaw and tried to keep his gaze on her face. “Don’t want to be accused of sidelining you again.” He also didn’t want to let her out of his sight.
After the attack on Everett…
You pulled strings, didn’t you, you bastard? You realized that Everett might be a weak link. You torched my place. You got Everett killed. What is next? The SOB had accelerated at an alarming rate.
Beau feared the “next” move would be a direct attack on Avalon. He was pretty sure she was the bastard’s end game.
Not on my watch.
