“I don’t think I can talk to anyone about what happened. Only you.”
He ran his thumb across my cheek. “I’ll be right there. You don’t have anything to worry about. And you can finally get the full picture on Project Compass.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to think about the FBI. I didn’t want to go into the Bureau tomorrow to debrief. After the hijacking, I hadn’t been any more interested in joining the special team than I had the first time AJ mentioned it.
I wanted to stay here in this sex bubble.
I looked at him. “How about that second bottle of wine?”
He winked. “I’ll get it right now.” He threw on a pair of pajama pants and jogged out of the bedroom.
Chapter Thirty-Four
AJ walked back in the bedroom with the bottle and two refills already poured in our glasses. He kicked the door closed behind him with his foot.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you.” I stretched my naked body along the bed, still warm and satisfied. Yet, watching AJ play shirtless bartender stirred my thirst for him again.
He left the bottle on the dresser. “Oh wait. I’ve got something else I think you’ll like.”
I took a sip of wine. He returned with two large pillar candles, a carton of ice cream, and two spoons. He lit the candles on the dresser and sat next to me on the bed. He handed me a spoon.
“I remember how much you loved chocolate ice cream.”
I smiled taking a spoonful. “I still do. Even if it’s not really paired well with red wine,” I joked.
He dipped his spoon in the cartoon. “Damn. Ice cream tastes good after sex.”
I laughed. “I think it tastes good all the time, but it’s especially good right now.”
He leaned over and kissed me; the heat of his mouth mixed with
the cold of the ice cream. I balanced my wine glass carefully so I didn’t spill it. I purred when his tongue flicked along mine. He grabbed the glass from my hand and placed it next to the bed.
I giggled when he kissed me again.
“I want you, Syd.”
“We’re going to get ice cream on everything. And I kinda like this comforter.” I twisted my lips together playfully.
He ran the spoon over the top of the chocolate and let it drop on my stomach. I watched with a combination of disbelief and arousal as it began to melt and pool at my naval. He wasn’t, was he? Before I could protest his mouth lowered to my stomach as he began to lick and eat the ice cream from my abdomen. It was cold and sticky. But as I watched him devour me, I realized it was one of the hottest things he had ever done.
He grinned devilishly. “You’re fucking delicious, Syd.”
“And I’m going to need another shower,” I pouted.
He scooped another heaping spoonful and let it dribble over my breasts. “I’m going to help you with that.”
“Oh shit,” I whimpered when he assaulted my nipples with his tongue. I squirmed under him as he sucked harder and faster. They formed hardened points that ached for him to release them.
“Do you want some?” he asked.
I nodded as he ran his finger through the carton. He brought his finger to my lips and I sucked greedily when he pushed it between my lips. I reached for the hem of his pants, tugging them off his hips. He moaned as his shaft bobbed free.
He quickly shoved my knees wide so that I was open and exposed to him. Slick with want. Eager for him to fuck me again. His eyes lit with a new kind of fire. He knew it. He knew just how much I wanted him. How wet and ready I was.
He sank into me with sudden force. Our bodies ready to dance again. The nerves and anticipation were behind us and we could relish the way we fit together. The way it felt to have AJ inside me again, pushing and pulling. Filling me the way no other man had been able to, even though I had tried. I had tried like hell to forget this man. I wanted to move on. I wanted to fall in love again. I wanted a life that didn’t include him. But as he pumped in and out of me. As our bodies climbed higher and higher. I wondered if there had always been a reason that no one else could ever compare. There was no one else for me but this man.