Outlaw Justice (Decorah Security Series, Book #13): A Paranormal Romantic Suspense Novella by REBECCA YORK Read Free Book Online

around your cock.”
    He groaned. “God, yes.”
    She lay on her back, completely open to him. Shifting above her, he moved between her legs—then took her in one sure, possessive stroke, burying himself in her tight, wet warmth.
    She clasped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly as she tilted her hips and took him deeper inside her.
    In the long years since they had been together, he had remembered the physical pleasure, but now the power of the moment stunned him.
    He raised his head, looking down at her, seeing the passion and the wonder on her face. When he pulled back and then surged forward in a deep, claiming stroke, she smiled up at him.
    He wanted this physical reunion to last. But the need of his body was too great. Quickly the pace became more urgent, more demanding.
    An overwhelming tide of pleasure flowed through him, and he called her name.
    “I’m . . . with you. . . all the way,” she gasped out between broken breaths, meeting each thrust and retreat with the motion of her hips.
    He felt himself spin out of control as the tide carried him beyond urgent need. A crest of fulfilment slammed through him. At the same time, he felt her nails digging into the slick flesh of his shoulders, felt her body convulsing under him, around him.
    When the storm had swept past, he shifted his weight off of her, taking her with him, holding her in his arms.
    “Thank you,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.
    “Thank you .”
    He held on to her, unable to break the connection.
    And when she snuggled down against him, he felt himself drifting off to sleep, still inside her.

Chapter Eight
    An hour later, when Leah eased away and slipped out of bed, she felt Steve tense.
    “Bathroom,” she murmured.
    He nodded, and she found her underwear and blouse on the floor. Snatching them up, she exited the bedroom, feeling his eyes on her. Quietly she closed the door, used the facilities, washed and dressed again.
    It was mind-blowing to think she and Steve had made love again. He was on the other side of the door, lying in the bed where they’d renewed their passion.
    She’d never forgotten him, and as things had gotten worse with Warren, she wished she’d had her head screwed on straight all those years ago. Back when they’d been teenagers, sex with Steve had been wonderful, and she hadn’t realized it would be any different with someone else. She’d found out with Warren that wasn’t true. He was always focused on what would be best for him. But today she’d gotten a glimpse into what a good relationship would be like. It was a long time since she’d made love rather than had sex. But this was definitely the former. She’d known that Steve wanted her badly, but he’d been as concerned about her pleasure as his own. Still, she couldn’t discount the circumstances or the surroundings. She’d gotten him in bad trouble just by showing up at his mom’s house, and she hadn’t even realized how bad until those cops had woken them up in the morning. Suppose she got him arrested?
    She glanced toward the little bathroom window, thinking it would be best for Steve if she could walk away from him. But then what?
    A knock on the door made her jump. “What?”
    “What are you doing in there?”
    “Um . . .”
    “Are you thinking about running out on me?” he asked in a taut voice.
    She opened the door and saw that he’d pulled his clothing back on. “You’re a mind reader, too?”
    “Not in the psychic sense. But I do remember how your thought processes work.”
    Well, at least he wasn’t focusing on the usual conversation two people might have after making love—when they hadn’t been together in years and one of them was married.
    She raised her chin. “I’ve put you in a difficult situation.”
    “We’ll get out of it.” To punctuate the statement, he reached for her and folded her close. She clung to him, wishing they could have gotten back together some more normal way. But what would