One to Save (One to Hold 6)

Her brow lines. “And?”

“Bennett was pretty pissed I’d escaped a life sentence. He pulled out a gun.” She slides back onto the couch, both hands cover her mouth. “Nikki shot him.”

Jumping u

p, she paces my living room shaking her hands. “Oh my god, Derek. I don’t think I can take any more of this.”

Easing to my feet, I capture her in my arms and hold her close, smoothing her long dark hair as I kiss her temple. “He’s not a threat to us anymore.”

She tenses and pulls back to find my eyes. “He’s... dead?”

“No, but he’s under arrest. They’ve taken him to the hospital for treatment then I intend to press charges. Marcus said he’d help us ensure Bennett will never threaten us again.”

Wiggling free of my embrace, she holds my arms, her eyes glistening with tears. “I’m not sorry.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “I hoped he was dead. Does that make me horrible?”

I pull her to me again and she melts against my chest. “It makes you human. Bennett is a psychopath.”

For a moment, her small body rests against mine. My hands slide down her waist to her hips, and I pull her closer.

“I have an idea,” I say against her hair. “Let’s do something to take our minds off the bad stuff.” She exhales a little laugh and puts her arms around my neck.

I want to carry her to the bed, but this fucking lung injury prevents me. Instead, I take her hand and lead her to our dim-lit room. Her lacy red bra, pink nightgown, and emerald silk robe are scattered around the room... these delicate items break the dark mahogany furniture, stainless accents, and white linen of my male space. I love the change.

Stopping, I turn to face her, watching her beautiful eyes as I unbutton the shirt she’s wearing. Sapphire turns to navy as desire builds, and I cup her breast in my hand, teasing a beaded nipple between my finger and thumb.

Leaning forward, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss. My tongue sweeps inside to hers, curling with it as my thumb circles the tip of her breast. I want to sweep her up, throw her on the bed, and climb after her, claiming her in whatever position we land.

Again, I have to be more deliberate. I kiss her slower, pulling her full bottom lip between my teeth. She rises on her tiptoes with a little squeal, tangling her fingers in the sides of my hair as she kisses me again. Her tongue plunges in my mouth, and I can feel the heat rising in her body as it presses against my chest.

Being more deliberate might not be as bad as I originally thought.

Breaking away, she gasps as she quickly unfastens the last of my buttons. I take the opportunity to touch the side of her neck with my tongue then cover it with my mouth, pulling her flesh in a hard suck.

“Oh, god, Derek,” she gasps, ripping the last of my buttons free and jerking at the bottom of my undershirt.

A little chuckle rumbles from my throat as I remove them. Another little noise from her, and she spreads her palms flat over my chest, smoothing them up and curling her fingers so her nails scrape my skin. It’s teasing and erotic, and I’m quickly unfastening my belt as her breasts press against me.

“You have to take it easy.” Her voice is low and sultry. “Let me do all the work.”

I can’t help a grin. “Whatever you say, Miss Jones.”

“Sit back against the headboard.”

The remainder of my clothes are gone, and I comply, getting comfortable against the pillows. She stands at the foot of the bed a moment, letting her eyes travel over my body. Fire follows her gaze, and I’m ready to ditch the helpless act.

“You’d better do something or I will,” I say with a rasp.

Her eyes widen a flicker and she’s on her hands and knees, climbing up the length of my body. Along the way, she ducks her head to plant a kiss on my thigh. It’s like a charge of electricity straight to my cock. Once there, she stops again, blue eyes flashing to mine. My stomach tenses, and she dips her head forward, pulling my tip into the hot space of her mouth.

“Melissa,” I groan as she begins to suck. Her tongue flickers around the edge, and my head presses back against the pillows as my orgasm roars to life. Her hand grips my base, pumping my shaft, and her head bobs to meet it. Tension builds, and my eyes squeeze shut. I’m panting, but fuck if this doesn’t feel like heaven.

“I’m close...” But she doesn’t stop. I want to be inside her before this ends, so I sit up and catch her under the arms.

She comes off me with a pop, and I fall back, taking her naked torso with me. “Ride me,” I groan as she reaches down, sliding my tip into her clenching, hot center. “Come on, baby.”

I’m in. My whole shaft is engulfed in her. It’s hot and tight, and she’s on her knees facing me, rising and falling fast. “Oh, god,” she moans, bucking against me.

I can barely take the sensations. “Melissa.” My voice is hoarse, and I can’t stop thrusting up into her. As hard as she’s getting off on me, I’m unable to stop meeting her fuck for fuck.