From the instant he’d driven his cock into her, it’d taken everything he’d had not to come. She was so hot and tight, gripping his cock in a way his hand never could. It felt fucking fantastic.
But it was more than just feeling good—Sab
rina trusting him with her body kindled something inside of him. Not that long ago, he’d been broken and ready to give up his life once his sister had been safe. But now, thanks to the warm and willing woman in front of him, he had so much more to live for.
He knew their connection was new, and who the hell knew what would happen next, but he couldn’t stop from saying Sabrina was his. When she agreed, his baser need to claim her took over.
After a few strokes of her clit, Sabrina’s inner muscles started squeezing his cock, her already tight sheath getting tighter. He moved so that both of his hands gripped her hips, and he let his restraint go. He thrust hard and fast, the pressure building at the base of his spine until his own orgasm hit him and he grunted out in pleasure. He wanted to scream out Sabrina’s name, but he didn’t want to appear clingy. After his time with the Collector, expressing emotions was sometimes hard to do.
Once he came down from the high, he slowed his hips and gently kissed Sabrina’s damp shoulder. He loved the saltiness of her skin, reminding him how he’d yet to lick every inch of her body. His cock liked that idea, but for once, his head overruled—it was time for them to talk.
Still, he couldn’t resist leaning forward, wrapping his arms around Sabrina’s waist, and resting his chin on her shoulder. He gave her a gentle squeeze and asked, “How was that for hello?”
She leaned her head against his and he could hear the smile in her voice. “It was good, but I think you could do better.” She turned her head toward him. “Do you want to try again?”
He ran his thumb up and down her arm. “Believe me, I want to, but I think it’s high time we talked.”
She nodded with a sigh. “I had a feeling you were going to say that.”
He gave a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, it’s not like I’m just going to take you against the wall and walk away.” He released her, slipped out of her body, and turned Sabrina toward him. “I plan to be around for a long while, and not just because we’re supposed to work together.”
She frowned. “Work together? What are you talking about?”
He took her hands and squeezed them. “Come. Let’s clean up, and then I’ll tell you everything.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sabrina was simultaneously sore, relaxed, and anxious. Being taken from behind was definitely something she wanted to do many times over again in the future. Just remembering how deep Jorge had reached inside of her made her heart rate kick up.
But as good as the sex had been, now came the aftermath, which meant talking about very important and scary things.
She’d never had to worry about planning her own future before. For the last five years, she’d been given assignments and tasks, and did everything she could to finish them. True, she’d devised tactics and strategies for how to succeed, but she’d never really been in charge of her personal life, let alone been able to think about whom she might share it with.
She glanced toward the closed bathroom door where Jorge was cleaning up. Was there a future with him? She hoped so.
The door opened, and while she loved looking at the deep brown of his bare chest and arms, she was disappointed to see he’d donned a pair of boxers. It must’ve shown on her face because Jorge came over and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t look so sad, Sabrina. The boxers are keeping me from taking you again, right here and now, because we need to square away a few things first. The faster we talk, the faster you can decide if you’ll honor me with your body again.”
Some of her anxiousness eased. “For all of your claims of the nicer version of Jorge Salazar being dead, that comment tells me some of him survived.”
His smile faded. “If you’re waiting for him to come back, it’s not going to happen. I was rarely tortured outright, but being forced to kill to survive and protect those close to you is something that will change a person.”
At the mention of him being tortured, Sabrina remembered the secret Neena had told her during their first chat; the one Sabrina had decided to keep from Jorge when she’d recounted all Neena had told her: If he doesn’t tell someone about his guilt and experiences from his time with the Collector, Jorge Salazar will die within the month.
She’d dismissed it at the time, but after everything that happened and Neena’s tendency to be right, she wasn’t going to take any chances. Call her selfish, but she wanted Jorge to live. She was falling for him, and she wanted time to explore those feelings outside of a constant life or death situation.
Of course, getting Jorge to talk wasn’t going to be easy, but she had to try. She patted the bed next to her. “The only Jorge Salazar I want is the man you are now. Now, sit down and keep me warm while you tell me about that nightmare from the other day.”
He opened his mouth, but Sabrina beat him to it. “No, you’re not going to deflect it this time, Salazar. If you want any sort of relationship with me—work or otherwise—then you’re going to start being honest. If all I’ve told you about my past and who I am isn’t enough to let you trust me, then walk away now because I’m not going to keep wasting my time proving over and over again that I’m not out to stab you in the back.”
He simply said, “I know.”
She hadn’t expected that answer.
Hiding her surprise at his easy agreement, she patted the bed next to her. “Then sit your ass down and start talking.”
Jorge sat next to Sabrina and pulled her close against his side. He kissed her hair and said, “A little bossy, aren’t we?”
“Jorge, stop trying to deflect and—”