Lucky Streak (Lucky 2)

He pushed her hair back off her face. Even first thing in the morning, while tousled and sleepy, she was too damn appealing.

“What’s not to like?” Encouraged, she picked up the pace, making damn fine use of her palm and her fingers, taking him closer and closer to the edge of climax. He knew it wouldn’t take much for him to come.

But he didn’t want to fall alone. “Hang on.” He reached for his nightstand, opened the drawer and retrieved a condom, making quick work of the foil and sliding it on.

He turned to Amber, who had pulled off her soft negligee and now lay naked and waiting for him. One of the things he found special and refreshing was the honest way she gave herself to him each time they made love. She seemed so open and honest with her body and even her soul. It made the lies and omissions seem out of character. Every time he touched her, he wanted to believe in her again.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he straddled her and looked into her eyes. Warm, welcoming eyes that matched the softness of her body as he slid inside. She was wet and ready, as he knew she would be, accepting all of him quickly, her gaze never leaving his face.

She bent her knees and pulled him in deeper and the sensation was so incredible, he couldn’t keep his mind focused on anything except the building friction between their bodies. Heat licked at him like rising flames attacking him from all sides.

He threaded his hands through her hair and began to glide in, then out again, possessing her, taking her faster and faster still.

Amber was lost. Everything inside her was concentrated on the pressure point between her body and Mike’s. His every thrust brought her closer. Waves pummeled her, bringing her higher as the feelings inside her tightened, coiling, building with each hard, demanding push.

She matched his rhythm easily now, knew what would make her feel best as she rolled her hips, seeking deeper, more intimate contact until suddenly she was there.

Climaxing.

Milking Mike’s body so she could prolong the exquisite sensations, never wanting them to end. And they didn’t. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on until he collapsed on top of her. Even then, she was able to wring one last wave of pleasure from her body before his breathing evened out.

Finally he rolled off her.

By the time she caught her breath and opened her eyes, he’d returned from the bathroom and climbed back into bed.

“You’re something else,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

He no longer seemed to fight their closeness and she snuggled in beside him, wanting this connection as much, if not more, than she’d wanted sex.

“So how was your night?” she asked.

“Pretty routine.” His hand brushed the back of her hair.

She liked the feeling.

“You never did tell me why you decided to become a cop.” Amber was fascinated by this man she’d married.

He shrugged. “I never really thought about why.”

Amber laughed. “Liar. I have a feeling you think most things through.”

He wondered how she knew him so well. “I wanted a career that made sense, something that had rules, where things were black and white.”

Amber swallowed hard. “Why?” she asked, wishing he’d confide in her. Trust her.

For a few painful seconds, silence created a cavern between them. Until he finally spoke. “Because things at home were anything but stable.”

Thank you, she said to herself, grateful he’d opened up. “I understand.”

He cleared his throat. “You were out cold by the time I got home,” he said, changing the subject.

She laughed. “Yeah, I made your life pretty easy. You didn’t have to come home and deal with your wife.”

“And you made sure I didn’t have to deal with you first thing this morning, either.”

She glanced at him.

His hot gaze conveyed pure sexual heat, but clear understanding, as well.