Keira propped herself on an elbow. “Why do guys always take off their socks last?”
“It’s so we can get our shoes on fast and run if we need to. Now where was I?”
“I think you left off kissing my right breast.”
“Better start with the left one, then.” He lowered himself onto her and lost himself in her scent, her warmth, and her kisses. Slipping into her felt like coming home; he gave himself up to her—to loving her.
He spent his time stroking her skin, touching her, making her shiver. He loved how her eyes darkened, her pupils blowing wide. He put his lips on her, licked her, and nibbled on her—he couldn’t get enough. She pushed him onto his back and rode him hard, until his breath came in gasps and his skin was slick with sweat.
Pulling her off of him, he put her on her knees, came in from behind, pushed deep. She gave a groan and he put a hand on her back. Her ass tucked up against him and he could see a small butterfly tattooed on one cheek. He gave her ass a slap. She wiggled and begged for another. He put two more red marks on her—marking her as his. Letting her know he was never letting her go. He slapped again and she came with a shout, her hips bucking. He held onto her, pushing deep, pounding hard.
“God, yes,” she said, and gave another moan. Pulling out of her, he pushed her down on the bed, held her wrists trapped over her head. He fit his mouth to one nipple and sucked hard. She groaned and spread her legs wider. He pushed into her with one sharp thrust. She was so tight, so wet. Slowing the speed, he pulled out and pushed in slow, until she was writhing under him, twisting, her skin gleaming and hot.
Three orgasms later—two more of them hers, one of them his—he rolled off of her and pulled her close. “You are one greedy girl.”
She nodded and walked her fingers over his chest. “Better believe it, sailor.”
He grinned. “That first night when I rescued you, I knew you were special. You weren’t just a damsel in distress…you were made for me.”
She sat up and leaned over him, her hair brushing his chest. “What’s all this, Brock?”
“How would you like to stay here in Jawhara? With me? Slade says the sheikh wants to keep us on to keep security high.”
She stared at him—she didn’t even blink. The breath caught in his chest. What if this was something she didn’t want? What if this had just been a fling for her. What if she wanted the travel and the excitement of the next job? Well, dammit, if she did, he’d just have to change her mind.
He caught her face between both his hands. “You make me happy, Keira. I thought I could soldier my way through not wanting you. But I do—bad enough to put everything on the line for you. I figure I won’t leave you behind, and you don’t leave me behind, and maybe we can make that work. We’re too good a team not to make this work.”
She started to shake her head. Brock rolled with her so she lay under him. He trapped her with his arms. “I was going to wait to do this, but forget that. Marry me. Have kids with me.”
“Kids?” Keira asked, the word pushed out with a shocked breath. Her face paled.
“Yeah, I figure we should give the royal prince or princess some rug rats that can grow up as total bodyguards for them. What do you say? And please, say something to put me out of the misery of waiting.”
A slow smiled curved her lips. “Well…I always did say I could get used to this place. Except…who’s running this operation?”
Brock kissed her, let the kiss linger so he could taste her mouth and lick her lips. “Flip you for it?”
“Uh, let’s get back to the team idea.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “So, no play acting that we’re a married couple?”
“Hell, no. I want the world to know you belong to me.”
Keira wiggled. “Anyone gets a glimpse of my red ass, they’re going to know it. I’m not sure I can get used to the idea of you being a family man. But I’d sure like to try.”
“Does that mean yes?”
“Oh, yeah it means yes—but only if I get to do the spankings sometimes.”
Chapter 15
Brock was proven right—PJ lasted two days in the desert before she convinced Talib to fly to Hawaii for a real honeymoon. Brock saw them off at the airport and came back to find Keira at the palace, waiting for him. Well, waiting and working—she was giving the guards new training on catching intruders by running simulations. They’d been more than embarrassed that she’d slipped through their ranks.
He watched her put them through catching two intruders, then three. She gave them some tips, and some praise, and Brock watched their chests swell. Coming over to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’ve got them ready to die for you.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather have them sharper.” She glanced at him. “Sorry you weren’t on that plane for some new exotic location? Some new job?”
He shook his head. “No. You?”
Keira leaned into his embrace. “Think we could grab a day off and do some sightseeing?”