Page 74 of Perfect Vengeance

“You’ve got it, sweetheart.” He picked up his pace, pumping harder and faster.

“Yes, that’s it.” She met his thrusts again and again. “Yes. Oh god, yes. I’m sooo close.”

Water sloshed over the lip of the tub onto the floor. Jack was so turned on by her slick, undulating body writhing against him and the feel of her throbbing pussy beneath his fingers, he needed to… He bit down gently on her shoulder to keep himself grounded.

She slipped her hand behind her and grabbed his dick, rubbing up and down as she tightened around him and cried out. Her body arched and bucked, sending a small tidal wave shooting from the tub, and damn. Watching her in the throes of orgasm was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Her chest rose and fell as she sucked in breaths. She released him and turned to straddle his thighs, again taking him in her hands and stroking him up and down.

As much as his body craved release, the sight of her sleepy eyes was too much. “Gina, no. This is about you. Not me.” His balls were on the verge of exploding, but he still wouldn’t take advantage of her while she was so emotionally wrung out.

She gave him a weary smile. “How ’bout we make it about both of us?”

There was nothing he wanted more, but… “I don’t have any more condoms.”

Gina grinned. “I do.” She stepped out of the tub, then pulled a condom from the vanity drawer and tore open the wrapper.

“Was that for that soggy-faced wimp, Paul?” A stab of jealousy hit him dead center in his chest.

“It was.” The corners of her mouth quirked as she stepped back into the tub and straddled him. “The key word being was.” She began rolling on the condom. “Are you jealous, Special Agent Gates?”

In response to her question, he grasped her waist, ignoring the stab of pain in his fractured wrist. “Jealous my ass.” She giggled as he held her suspended half an inch above the tip of his cock. He lowered her just enough to rub himself against her swollen clit.

“You’re killing me.” Her hands settled on his shoulders. She tried scooting down on him, but he wouldn’t let her, preferring to tease, rubbing the top of his cock back and forth against her slick folds until she gasped, writhing helplessly above him. “You always need to be in charge, don’t you?”

“Like I said, it’s an FBI thing.” He leaned forward, just enough to capture one of her nipples in his mouth and roll it between his teeth and tongue.

“Jack, please.”

“Please what?” he asked around her nipple, knowing exactly what she wanted. For the first time in his life, he was not only totally aroused but thoroughly enjoying the fun of sex. No, not sex. He wanted to make love to her. To thoroughly and permanently banish any lingering memory she might have of making love with any other guy and replace them with new ones. Of him. Only him.

He released her nipple, lifted his hips, and thrust deep. Her eyes flew open and she uttered a cry of surprise. The groan that flew from his own lips was loud, feral, possessive, and he nearly came on the spot.

Sleek thighs clenched around his, and he slipped his hands beneath her ass, guiding her body up and down as he thrust harder. She rode him like a bronc rider, sending his pulse rocketing, but he held back, waiting for her to come and shatter around him.

With every merge of their bodies, she gasped, louder each time until her head fell back and her cry echoed against the tiled walls. He thrust deep one last time, coming right behind her and bellowing her name.

She collapsed against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as the last spasms of his orgasm rocked his body from head to toe.

The only sound in the bathroom was their heavy breathing. He continued holding her, eventually realizing her back rose and fell evenly in a steady rhythm. She’d fallen asleep.

He needed to get them out of the tub before they shriveled into raisins, but he wasn’t quite ready to move. Sated was the word that popped into his head. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so content, so utterly at peace. Try never. Which shocked the heck out of him.

Still buried inside her warm body, he managed to rise and step from the tub onto the bath mat. Seemed like half the water in the tub was now on the tile floor. Jack eased out of her and lowered her to the mat. He grabbed a towel and gently rubbed her body dry. She wrapped her arms around his waist and mumbled something incoherent. The woman was asleep on her feet.

Working quickly, he dried himself off, ditched the condom, then carried her to the bed and lay down next to her. He pulled the covers over them and rose on one elbow, watching her pink lips part as she breathed softly. He could watch her like this for hours.

Gently, he unclipped her hair, sifting his fingers through the thick, silky strands. The tug on his heart was unfamiliar yet identifiable.

He was falling for her.

Nailing the Falzones was still a priority, but somehow it had ceased to be the one driving obsession in life. Now he had another priority.

The beautiful woman lying next to him.

Chapter Eighteen

Tino sneered at his trembling wife as she clutched the bed sheet to her body. She’d become skin and bones and barely worth fucking anymore. He preferred a woman with sexy curves and tits he could hold in his hands. Not Maria’s sorry excuse for breasts. If she didn’t have nipples, she wouldn’t have breasts. And she just lay there, unmoving, while he’d pumped inside her and shot his wad.