I fucking came inside her.
Her tight cunt constricting all around me, she milked every last ounce of my orgasm.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t catalog.
I didn’t look for a way out.
I wrapped my arms around her and sank my tongue into her mouth. Stroking through her heat, feeling my cum spread inside her cunt, it was everything I never knew I was missing. And it fucking took hold in one singular driving force.
More.
I needed more. I needed to dominate her.
Holding her slight body tight against my chest, I rolled and shoved her thigh with my knee. My hips between her legs, my dick buried deep, my mouth on hers, I thrust once then pulled back to see her. “You with me?”
Her hands were curled possessively around the back of my head, but it was the look in her eyes that drew me in. “Yes.”
“You ready to go again?”
“Is this my second time?”
I stared at her because I was missing something. Stroking slow, I rode her a few moments, studying every inch of her face. She felt so fucking incredible, I never wanted to pull out. “By my count, it would be three.” Goddamn, she looked beautiful under me.
She turned her head. “You came inside me.”
I caught her chin and brought her back to me. “You told me to.”
“You’re not the type of man who does what a woman tells him.”
I stilled. “You’re right.”
“Then why did you?”
“Is that an accusation or a question?” My dick already pulsing again, I was ready to come a second time.
“How can you joke about this?”
I wasn’t fucking joking. “You don’t want children?”
Alarm spread across her face. “This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing, sweetheart.” I brushed her hair from her face.
She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slow. The panic in her eyes dissipated. “Do you ever laugh?”
“Yes.” I just couldn’t remember when.
“Is this my second time?”
I finally put the pieces together. “I’m not going to be done with you after two fucks. And if you’re carrying my child, I’m never going to be done with you.”
She stared at me a moment, then resignation clouded her expression. “You tell me you don’t do repeats, but you’ll risk getting a woman pregnant and break all your rules for her? Why? Out of a sense of obligation because she’ll be carrying your child? Or do you just like the idea of knocking women up?”
“Not women, woman. One. You. And you would be the first woman who ever carried my child.” I didn’t point out again that she’d asked for this. This wasn’t one hundred percent on her. I could’ve pulled out, but I didn’t.
“That you know of.”
“Only one other woman I ever fucked without a condom, and trust me, sweetheart, my ex-wife wanted nothing to do with kids.”
Her eyes went wide. “You were married?”
“You look shocked.”
“I am.”
Fuck, I wanted to move inside her. “Because of what I do.” It wasn’t a question. I knew what she was thinking.
“What do you do?”
Besides have the longest conversation I’d had with any woman since my divorce? “Solve problems no one else can.”
“And I’m just another problem to fix.” She pushed at my chest.
I reluctantly eased out of her. “No. You have a problem. I can solve it.”
“You said I was broken.”
I rolled to my side and dragged my palm over her gorgeous tits. “You are.” Her nipples pebbled under my touch.
She tried to push away from me.
I threaded my hand through her soft hair. “You’re beautiful and broken and the strongest woman I know. If you’re carrying my child, I will take care of both of you for the rest of your lives.”
Her eyes welled with unshed tears. “And if I’m not.”
I could only give her the facts. “You’re in my bed.” The rest was up to her.
“For how long?”
I resisted what I wanted to say and said what I should. “You can do better than me.”
“You push me away in one breath then drag me under in the next.”
I breathed through two heartbeats before I replied. “Having my child is a death sentence?”
“I don’t know. Is it?”
She was pissing me off, but I’d promised myself I wouldn’t lie to her. “Probably.”
She pushed at my chest and sat up. “You call me broken, but you’re the one acting insane. You can’t treat a woman like this. You don’t get to speak in contradictory sentences and kill someone in front of her then sleep with her without a condom and call it a death sentence!”
I forced myself to keep my tone even. “You were the one who said I was dragging you under. I haven’t lied to you about anything.”
“But you don’t tell the truth either! You withhold half of what you mean and talk in cryptic sentences for the other half.”
Thirty-six hours without sleep, adrenaline spent, I lost my fucking patience. “Which truth is that? That Viktor is going to kill you if I don’t kill him first? That you look like my ex-wife? That my future is a gamble even I won’t bet on? That I want your body full with my child? Or that I want to fuck you until you’re so goddamn sore you don’t remember a fucking thing Fedorov did you.”
Her lips parted with a shocked expression.
“Is that too much truth for you to handle?” I challenged.
She blinked. “I look like her?”
Jesus Christ. “Similar.”
Her eyebrows drew together in suspicion. “I either do or I don’t.”
I didn’t have time for this bullshit. “Her blonde was fake, but her blue eyes and attitude were as real as yours, and no, I don’t have a fucking complex for blondes. Sleep, fuck or eat—pick one.” I was done talking.
“What happened?”
Fuck. “I already told you. I got a Dear John letter. She left me while I was on my first deployment. You hungry?”
Understanding descended over her features and her anger bled into caustic sympathy. “Ah. I get it.”
Goddamn it. “There’s nothing to get.”
“Sure there isn’t.” Sarcasm laced her tone.
My nostrils flared and I held back from pushing her down on the bed and fucking this out. “Do you know what kind of psychological evaluations you go through when the CIA decides they want to recruit you and turn you into a killing machine?”
She crossed her arms over her tits. “No.”
“Then know this. I passed.” I got up.
“Where are you going?”
“You lost the right to ask when you didn’t choose fucking.” I walked to the kitchen.