Malachi held her gaze, losing himself in it, and plunged inside her. As she gasped, he gave her a moment to adjust to his size. The signal that she was ready came with a rock of her hips, drawing him in deeper.
Together they built a steady rhythm. She kept closing her eyes, riding the building waves, and he kept demanding that she open them. They worshipped their connection, giving it their all, and enjoying the building tension. He murmured words of encouragement, telling her how amazing she was, how much he wanted her.
He felt her climax squeeze him tightly as he sucked at her bottom lip. “Come on, Mia. Give me everything.” He drove deeper, relishing her moan of desire. “Let go. I’ll catch you.”
With a thrust of her hips, she cried, bucking against him hard. Over and over, she slammed him home, as she spasmed around his cock. He rode it with her, gritting his teeth until she was done and boneless in his arms. Still, she kept her blissed out gaze on him and her nails dug into his shoulders. “Who says you can’t find the man of your dreams at the library?”
His ears were buzzing, her words so soft he wasn’t sure he’d heard her over the fall of the water. “What?”
“Nothing.” She gave him a wicked grin and another hip thrust. “Your turn.”
He kissed her and in two more swift thrusts, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came in a blinding rush, the endurance he was so proud of, that he’d worked so hard to gain, gone in the flick of her tongue, the feel of her coming again under him.
It was so worth it.
For long moments they stood suspended, alone but with each other, lost in oblivion. In the silence that followed, she clung to him and he to her. Survivors learning to live again.
When his breath returned to semi-normal, he shifted them, and on strong legs, disposed of the condom and began washing her.
Fifteen
Cooper rubbed his tired eyes and chomped on a carrot stick. The words on the papers in front of him blurred.
“Why don’t you take a break?” Celina slid a cold beer toward him. “Play with Nova while I draw her bath.”
Owen played peekaboo with his baby sister in the living room, Nova’s toddler squeals making Cooper smile. His son, looking more like a young man every day, ducked behind the couch, then popped up to Nova’s delight. She clapped her chubby hands and cried, “Do it again, Wenny!”
Thunder, the resident Chihuahua, barked his agreement. Cooper kicked back in the dining room chair and tossed the remains of the carrot onto a plate. He enjoyed a long sip, then lowered his voice. “Clock’s ticking on this. We could have a dead mayor by morning.”
Celina watched as Owen did as commanded, making the toddler happy. She spoke softly as well. “If they wanted her dead, why not execute her last night? Why kidnap her?”
“None of this makes sense, no matter how many times I pore through the reports.”
“You’re tired, and I’m sure your eyes need a rest.”
He studied them again, attempting to bring the words into focus. It didn’t work. Damn carrots. They were supposed to strengthen your sight, but so far, they’d done nothing for his.
“You know, getting reading glasses is nothing to be ashamed of,” Celina told him firmly. “Dr. Betting said it’s normal in your forties to need them.”
Never one to beat around the bush, she had to bring up his age. “I don’t.”
“How about a magnifying glass? I have one in my camera bag.” Her grin was pure evil, her dark eyes flashing with humor. “I can call you Sherlock.”
“Laugh all you want. Eventually, you’ll be at this stage and the tables will be turned.” He’d probably be headed for adult diapers by then, due to their age difference, but he had a memory like an elephant. “Oh, who am I kidding? You’ll be just as gorgeous with glasses and gray hair, while I’ll just be… old.”
She rose from her seat and came to lean over his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her fingers tickle his chest. “You’re not old, and you’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Glasses are hot—you looked even sexier with them. And,”—she flicked the end of her tongue across the ridge of his ear and whispered—“you’ll be able to see everything, including minute details, of the things I plan to do to you, once you have a pair.”
Owen ran off down the hall toward the bedrooms, and Nova’s chubby legs followed, bare feet slapping the tile floor. Thunder followed, determined not to be left out.
Cooper’s dick responded to his wife’s words and the tongue that traced down his neck. “Is that so?”
“I can find more interesting things than carrots to feed you.”
He sighed and pulled her to his lap. “I’ll consider the glasses. Getting old sucks.”
She kissed him. “You’re virile, strong, and hot as ever. What about any of that sucks?”
His ego responded to her flattery, just like always. “You deserve better.”
