Red Awakening (Red Zone 2)

Keiko threw a leg over his hip, vaguely noting that his jeans were gone. She ground against him but couldn’t get close enough to satisfy herself. She tightened her hands in his hair and yanked hard.

“I need you now.”

“Patience,” the devil admonished as he kissed his way down her stomach.

Strong hands gently spread her thighs, and then his mouth was on her in the intimate kiss of lovers. His tongue teased and danced over her clit, making her gasp and wail and call his name. Over and over and over again.

She was breathless, panting and desperate when he climbed over her, his hips nestled in the V of her thighs, his hard length poised at her entrance. The muscles in his shoulders strained and flexed as he held himself above her. Overgrown hair flopped down onto his forehead, and there were beads of sweat at his temples. His harsh jaw was clenched with restraint, his full lips making a thin line as his eyes blazed with need. He was wild and untamed, his power and strength barely contained. She’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Answer my question.” He grated the words. “Will you stay with me?”

She lifted her hips, trying to take him into her, but he had her constrained. “You’re evil, teasing me like this.”

“I know, baby, but I’m also a desperate man, and you’re a hard woman to pin down.” His hips flexed, giving her the barest tip of his cock.

A long, low moan escaped as her nails dug into his waist, pulling her to him, unable to move him an inch.

“This is blackmail,” she grumbled.

“That’s how we run this relationship.” He pressed deeper and retreated just as fast.

“Fine,” Keiko howled. “I’ll stay.” She frowned up at him. “For your information, I’d planned on staying even before you asked.”

His smile was wide, sexy, and deeply worrying. “I know,” he said as he surged into her, filling him with his length.

“Yes,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him. Keeping him tight within her.

“Mine,” her Neanderthal growled before slamming his mouth over hers.

They rocked together, moaning into the kiss, desperately trying to claim every single inch of each other.

“Never letting you go,” he promised when he broke the kiss.

Keiko dug her nails into his shoulders as his hips began to move. Perfect. Just perfect. “You are such a throwback,” she groaned. “It’s a good thing I love Vikings.”

He stopped mid-thrust, proving once and for all that he had a will of steel. “Not just any Viking,” he amended.

Reaching up, she cupped his face and stared deep into those brilliant blue eyes of his. “You’re the only one I love, Mace.”

A look of pure satisfaction filled his eyes. “Mine,” he said again.

“Idiot,” she replied. “Now move those hips.”

“Anything for you, baby.” And he did as he was told.

Chapter Fifty-One

Medical center common room

Austin, Northern Territory

“I don’t think we’ll be seeing those two anytime soon,” Sandi said to her team leader as she helped herself to coffee.

The facility was mainly used by media stars and company execs who wanted to deal with their health problems away from the press. Security was tight, and the staff were used to keeping secrets. The team was safe there until it was time to go home.

Which reminded her. “Do you think he’s told her where we live yet?”

Striker grinned, a wide flash of white against his ebony skin. “I think we’ll hear all about it when he does.”