Shattered (Hostage Rescue Team #11)(9)

“Sawyerrrr,” she cried, throwing her head back, fingers digging into the leather as she moved into his thrusts, desperate for release.

Oh, hell, yeah. He loved it when she was so vocal about her pleasure, letting him know how much she enjoyed what he did to her. And he loved seeing her like this, all desperate and wild.

He growled in response and buried his face in the curve of her neck, scraping his teeth along her delicate skin, reveled in the shiver that rippled through her. She clenched around him, the increase in friction making every slick thrust hotter, until the pleasure burned like fire up his spine.

A little more pressure from his finger against her clit, every motion of their hips rubbing it along the sensitive bundle of nerves, and…yeah. Carmela pulled in a gasping breath and let out a sob as she started coming, her cries of release filling him with a soul-deep sense of satisfaction he’d never felt with anyone else.

Pulling his hand from between her thighs, he wrapped both arms around her waist, pinning her upper body to the couch as he drove deeper, faster, going after his own orgasm. Heat coiled low in his belly, spreading outward, every muscle in his body tightening in an agony of need. She was like wet silk around him, soft and sated, her hips moving lazily with his as she drifted on the currents of pleasure.

Carmela turned her head to look at him over one shoulder, her thick, dark hair tousled around her flushed face, those golden-brown eyes full of sultry promise. “I love the way your thick, hard cock feels inside me,” she murmured in a desire-roughened voice.

The words zapped his nervous system like an electrical shock. He dug his fingers into her hips and drove deep, a gruff shout tearing from his throat as the pleasure swelled then burst, sending pulses of ecstasy exploding through his body.

Breathing hard, a little weak in the knees, he rested his face in the curve of her shoulder, still lodged deep inside her. She felt so good and his entire body was loose with contentment.

He couldn’t wait to marry her and spend the rest of their lives loving each other like this. To be a permanent part a loving family, and maybe one day make one of their own. They’d talked about having kids, but not right away. They both wanted more time together as a couple first.

She laughed softly and wriggled beneath him. “If you’re gonna fall asleep, can we switch positions so I’m not squashed over the couch?”

Sawyer barely had the strength to move. “I’m not gonna fall asleep,” he mumbled.

“Yeah you are,” she said with the hint of a smile in her voice.

He groaned softly. Much as he hated to pull out of her warmth, he did, and tugged her forward off the arm, helping her turn onto her side with her spine pressed to the back of the couch. Then he stretched out in front of her, tucked her head into his shoulder and tugged the blanket draped along the back of the couch on top of them. Carmela made a blissful sound and snuggled in closer, her gentle hand stroking up and down his ribs in a soothing rhythm.

This was as close to heaven as a man could get on earth. Carmela was his miracle.

She didn’t speak, her hand still caressing his side. He only meant to rest his eyes for a few minutes, but it was so quiet now, just the sound of their relaxed breathing, his body was thoroughly sated and Carm’s soft curves were pressed to him…

He drifted off in her arms in a matter of moments, and woke in total darkness to the shrill chime of his phone coming from the floor.

With a groan, he forced his eyes open and groped around for his jeans. What the hell time was it? Finding a denim leg, he dragged them over and fished his phone out of his pocket so he could read the message.

Hell.

“Something wrong?” Carm murmured, her fingers drifting lightly over his shoulder.

Looks like. “It’s Tuck. Something’s come up. They’ve cancelled the training and called us all into HQ right away.”





Chapter Four


Nate couldn’t remember ever being this content in his entire life. After years of personal turmoil, complicated by survivor’s guilt and PTSD, the universe had decided to give him a break. Now it was like the stars had finally aligned for him and Taya, and everything had fallen into place.

Incredible as it seemed, every last one of his dreams had come true, professional and personal. All thanks to the woman currently about to nod off beside him in the passenger seat of his truck.

Shifting his grip on the wheel, he glanced over just in time to see Taya attempting to smother another giant yawn. The fourth over the past ten minutes. He reached for her hand, laced their fingers together. “Tired?” he said dryly. They’d stayed later than he’d anticipated, visiting with Tuck, Celida, DeLuca and Briar. Now he felt bad. Maybe he should have made their excuses and left an hour ago.

“A little.”

Yeah right, a little. “You fell asleep in the middle of eating dinner. One minute I was telling the guys a story, and the next there you were, asleep with your half-full plate in your lap, fork in one hand and a drumstick in your other. And your mouth was open, too.” Only a little. He couldn’t resist giving her a hard time though.

She cranked her head around to stare at him, her steel gray eyes widening in alarm. “It was not.”

“Totally was. I think I even saw a little trail of drool running down the side of your chin.”

She playfully swatted his shoulder. “Oh, stop.”