Handcuffed by Her Hero by Angel Payne Read Free Book Online

of Rayna’s kisses. The silken skin of her body. The stinging bliss
if her nails in his skin.
    The heaven of knowing
he was about to come inside her.
    The euphoria of feeling
the tremors in her skin and knowing she was just as close.
    He lifted his
head again. Waiting for him were the gorgeous green oceans of her gaze. Zeke
let himself get lost in them this time. Just this once, he’d know what it was
like to drown.
    “Give it to me.”
He dug his grasp deeper, grinding her faster onto him as he speared her with
deep, long, hard passion. “Give it all to me, honey. Every drop of it is mine
tonight.”
    “Zeke!” her
hands stopped where they were, though her nails turned into ten human power
drills. “Zeke. Ohhhhh!”
    He caught the
last of her long cry with his lips, using the motion to tamp his volume as much
as hers. Waking up Trevor’s bro-dar was one thing. Blasting the guy’s brain to
pieces from listening to his sister’s orgasm? Though Z often had an asshole
side, it didn’t extend that far.
    He roared into
her mouth as his climax screamed through his cock. His sex was flooded in white
heat. His senses swam, his logic fled. He was seared alive, consumed by the
heaven of her sex around his, her breaths twined with his, their bodies fused
into one blistering, flawless flame.
    When he trusted
himself not to bellow the walls down anymore, he dragged his mouth away. His
breath still left him on heavy pants. Hers, too. His body shook every ten
seconds, racked by crazy aftershocks from what he’d put it through. Hers, too.
    He lifted a hand
to Rayna’s face, wondering about the strange sensation that overtook him when
she lifted a tiny smile at him. He was breathing but couldn’t get enough air.
Everything but her seemed muted, unfocused.
    Wasn’t this a
lot like drowning?
    Shit.
    He forced
himself to roll to his back. Pillows and sheets caressed his skin, joyously
soft, smelling like sun. After he trashed the condom, he pulled Rayna over,
tangling his legs with hers, pressing her breasts to his chest. His
battle-bruised body almost didn’t know what to do for a second. But only a
second. It picked up on its new orders pretty fast. His muscles uncoiled. His
breathing relaxed. His fingers roamed the entrancing landscape of Rayna’s back.
She trailed light fingers through his chest hair.
    It was one of
the most perfect moments of his life.
    She stirred a
little before whispering, “Thank you.”
    “Mmmmm.” His
voice sounded distant. Satiated. “Thank you, little bird.”
    Her fingers
trailed down. They traced the knife wound scar below his right rib, his memento
of the sting they’d pulled on King three months ago. “I mean thank you for all
of it, Zeke.”
    He brought his
hand up and stroked her fingers, somehow feeling he needed to comfort her. Why
had that gratitude carried such melancholy? Hell, no. It wasn’t time for shit
like that yet. The night still owed them a few more minutes of perfection.
    “That’s what I
meant, too.” He brushed her hair off her temple and kissed it.
    She burrowed a
little closer. “Please stay.”
    He had no idea
what to reply. It was raining harder outside. It was soft, warm, fragrant and
very naked in here. A paradise you shouldn’t be getting used to, asshole.
This was one time. One very good fuck. Now get the hell out before you drown in
her for good.
    He took a deep
breath, scrounging his brain for the usual niceties. Early day tomorrow. Yeah, that was always a good one.
    “Of course.”
    Fuck.
    One night.
Friends with bennies. Nothing more. You know the drill. The pants come on after
the condom gets trashed . What the hell are you doing? What the hell are
you thinking?
    He gave his
brain a mental flip-off. She wasn’t asking him to stay and think, right?
She wanted him to stay. No more, no less. She’d begged with that sweet, husky
need that always ate up his blood and made him long to find fucking Atlantis
for her, if need be. But she never wanted anything