Echoes in Death (In Death 44)

“I think it’s time to introduce you to The Avengers.”

“Who are they? What are they avenging?”

“Your vid and graphic novel education is pitiful, darling. They’re classics.” Smiling, he turned his head to brush his lips to hers.

“Classic what?”

“Superheroes who band together to save the world.”

“Do they kick ass doing it?”

“Is there any other way?”

Now she smiled. “I’m in for that.” And kissed him back.

Decided she could absolutely take a minute—or two—and added some punch to the kiss.

He set his wine aside so he could slide his arms around her.

No sadness, she thought, no harsh images. Now only heat and pleasure for both of them.

She caught his bottom lip between her teeth, gave it a sharp little nip before she swung her leg over, straddled his lap. Then, easing back, studying his face, she drained the rest of her wine.

“Should probably work off the alcohol.”

She bowed back, lean and agile, set her empty glass beside his. Then flowed up, fast, latched her mouth to his, gripped his face with her hands as she plundered.

She rocked him to the core. She always could. That aggressive mouth lit lust’s short fuse so he hardened like steel under her, so the hands digging into her hips shot up to close over her breasts.

“This time it’s you wearing too many clothes.” His fingers flicked open the buttons of her vest.

“We’ll work around them because this has to be fast.” She used her teeth on the side of his throat. “Hard and fast. Got me?”

“I’ve got you, and I’ll be keeping you.”

He dealt with her shirt, managed to tug the tank out of her waistband despite the weapon harness. And found it acutely arousing to possess her breasts with her weapon still strapped to her side.

He had a dangerous woman in his hands, and yes, he’d keep her.

She rocked against him, tormenting them both, and as if starved for the taste, ravaged his mouth.

Candlelight and snowfall provided a romantic backdrop, a soft contrast to the greedy lust they spurred in each other. New York gleamed, a frozen city through the glass, as she dragged at his belt.

“Fast and hard,” she reminded him, her breath already tearing as she struggled to help him yank her trousers down past her knees.

She didn’t wait, but took him in, muffled her own moan against his mouth.

She rode him like a stallion, spurred into a mad gallop that left him no choice but to race with her.

The world blurred. There was no world but her and that strong, glorious body, those wild, pistoning hips. She came like lightning, a snap and flash that bolted through him like a current.

Melting from it, she dropped her head on his shoulder. “Just need to catch my breath.”

“You’ll find it later.”

Half mad, he dragged her jacket down her arms, trapping them, shoving her back to open her more. Now he rode.

She couldn’t free her arms, couldn’t grab hold. Couldn’t stop as the fresh orgasm built fast and brutal over the first.