her body.
Well, what he wanted was to make her beg—that would come later. He was going to enjoy every minute of sensual torture until Gunny Angel lost her cool with him. And if he was really good… maybe he’d also earn the rights to her heart.
He knew Melina would be royally pissed to know he was already thinking of the future, but how could he not be when he was about to make her completely his? His current determination to please her had never happened to him before. He wanted Melina to want him over and over again. If he was being a possessive dick in that kind of thinking… well so be it.
A sound Gower had never heard himself make erupted from deep in his throat as he lowered his mouth to hers. Melina was all fire and restless urging beneath him as she kissed him back with the kind of heat that backed up her words.
He pressed against the heaven between her legs as hard as he could, their clothes blocking the connection he wanted more than breathing now.
He unhooked her bra as he kissed her. As he stripped it off her shoulders, her now freed hands unfastened his pants. One slid competently downward and showed him she felt a kind of ownership of him as well. Brain cells started dying with every confident stroke. He’d found a sexual partner—a real one—and he couldn’t be happier. Her age was only an asset to what they were doing.
He lost track of what happened after that thought, but finally their clothes were all gone. He remembered pausing once to admire her military sculpted nudity and to check her stitches. He kissed gently around them on her thigh before moving up over her hip and finding her eager mouth once more.
Melina was firm and toned and hot and welcoming. Sliding into her felt just like it was supposed to feel only ten times more than he’d imagined because she hissed his name as he entered her. She also exploded around him almost immediately… just like she’d warned.
Happy already, he worked the rest of her orgasm off legitimately.
His satisfied smile when she generously and unselfishly rode his own eruption out with him cemented everything that just happened with absolute clarity. This woman was the one. He’d known it since the moment he’d seen her standing over two punks with a broken crutch.
Gower kissed his way to her ear so he could whisper. He didn’t want to disrupt the moment with loud words. Melina moaned with every movement he made as he shifted. She wrapped her unwounded leg around his waist to anchor him to her. It was obvious she wanted him again.
God… he’d never felt so proud of himself.
“You okay, Angel? Besides the fact our first time lasted about ten seconds.”
Chuckling, Melina ran a hand down his back. “It was great. I’m just feeling… needy. You scratched my itch but you made it worse, Beckett. Yes, I’m squirming around down here hoping for a repeat. Are you staying for a while? Or do you have to run off? I don’t want to make you late picking up Dillon.”
Gower chuckled at her thoughtfulness, and pressed in closer, not wanting to leave her body yet. “It’s only lunchtime, honey. At the risk of losing man points, I just got here twenty minutes ago.”
“Seriously? Twenty minutes?”
Melina froze in her stroking. Then laughing again, she ran both hands down to cover his talented glutes and squeezed. She used the pressure on his backside to pull him closer too. When Gower snickered above her, she decided liking him was unavoidable and she needed to stop looking for excuses.
She laughed and brought her arms up around Gower’s back to hug him close. The distance she’d fought to maintain seemed ludicrous given how well he fit in her arms. Life was short. She knew that. Friends were precious. Lovers—great lovers—were rare. Saying no to him—to this bliss they gave each other—would be a stupid thing.
With that decision made, the rest of what was right just fell into place like a solved puzzle.
“Do you think Dillon would like to
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