Page 103 of Guarding Bristol
He watched the pleasure wash over her beautiful face, knew that image would be burned into his mind for eternity as she shattered, her cries of fulfilment the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
Somehow, he held on as she clenched around him, breathing hard and fast, the muscles in his thighs and belly twitching with the need for release.
Bristol shuddered one last time and relaxed above him with a thoroughly satisfied sigh, then opened sated, storm-blue eyes to gaze down at him.She sat up taller, clamping down on him and moving her hips in a way that made him see stars.
“I’m close,” he managed to get out.
“Good,” she murmured, lifting her arms to draw her hair up behind her head, giving him the hottest view of his life.“Because I want to watch your face while I make you come.”
He sucked in a breath.Four more sinfully erotic moves of her hips, and he was gone.
He dug his fingers into her hips, holding on for dear life as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him.Breathing erratically, he sank down into the bed and unlocked his fingers from her hips.That was the second near-death experience he’d had today.
“Be back in a sec,” she whispered, sliding off him and disappearing into the en suite he hadn’t even noticed before.She came back out a minute later with a cloth for him to clean up with, then crawled back on top of him, a warm, naked, weighted blanket.
He growled and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close.His possessive side was going crazy.She was his.He didn’t want to let her go.“I’m sorry I couldn’t let you know earlier.”
She lifted her head from his chest to look down at him.“About your cover, or that you were alive?”
“Both.”He slid a slow hand up and down her spine, enjoying the feel of her silky soft skin.Then he rolled her to her side, caught her hands gently and examined them.Her wrists had faint red marks around them, and some of the pads of her fingers had raw spots.He kissed each one.“He didn’t hurt you?”
“No, he just terrified me.Who was he?”
He lowered her hands but kept hold of one.“A cartel enforcer.”
“Did he get shot?”
“Yes.”
“Did he die?”
“Almost.”He took a deep breath, wondering how to tell her the rest.But he needed to.“His name’s Nico Angelopoulos.”
Her gaze sharpened.“And you...recognize it?”Her perception was dead on.
He gave a slow nod.“We were actually roommates for a while during initial DEA training.”
Her eyes widened.“Youknowhim?He was an agent?”
“He dropped out a few months into training.I never knew why, until tonight.”He told her about Nico’s wife and the theory about his motivation.“He told me he would never have hurt you.”
“He told me that, too, but I didn’t believe him,” she muttered.“Is he...What’s going to happen to him?”
“I don’t know.”There was still a chance he could die from blood loss or infection.If he made it, the FBI and DEA were going to have to duke it out for jurisdiction.After that, he was looking at a life sentence, possibly in a Supermax facility.
Unless he turned over enough evidence for them to make a solid case against the cartel.Then they might give him a sweet deal and relocate him in WITSEC.
“What about the guy who shot him?”Bristol asked.
“The local cartel lieutenant the agency’s been trying to bust for the past two years.Jordan Leandro.”
A shadow of fear moved through her eyes.“Did they catch him?”
“No.He escaped in a submarine.”
“What?”Her eyes flashed with outrage.“How could he have done that in this storm?”
“They’re trying to find out.But between the intel I got from the CI today, and whatever Nico knows, hopefully it’ll be enough to nail him.”
