Take (Deliver 5)

Blissful sensations rippled through her, stealing her breath and scrambling her brain. Her skin heated. Her nipples hardened painfully, a throb that intensified as he drove faster, harder inside her.

They held each other as close as possible, touching everything at once. She swirled her tongue around his earlobe, inhaling his sinful, masculine scent. He turned his head and took her mouth, devouring, possessing, staking his claim.

“I’m yours.” She met every thrust, surrendered every kiss.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” She twitched, fighting the flood of stimulation, and started to come. “I love you.”

He fell with her, groaning her name, jerking his hips, his heavy body shaking with the force of his climax.

As he caught his breath, he rolled to his back, taking her with him.

“That was too fast.” His cock pulsed inside her. “Need to do it again.”

“We will. But first, I need to get you out of here.” With great reluctance, she pushed off him and dragged on her clothes. “Where’s Boones?”

“I sent him home.” He straightened his briefs and sat up. “Why?”

“Do you have a fake passport?”

“Several.” He narrowed his eyes. “Start talking, Kate.”

“Well…” She lifted a shoulder. “I have a plane ticket to go see him. I’m going to buy a second seat and have Matias arrange us transportation out of here.”

She strode to the door and knocked.

“You don’t know where Boones is.” He was on his feet with an arm locked across her waist before she could blink.

“I narrowed it down to a small country.” She angled her neck back and whispered in his ear, “Eritrea.”

“How?” His eyes widened.

“It was the only way I knew how to find you.” She twisted in his hold and lifted on toes to kiss his beard. “Desperation makes a woman dangerous.”

The door opened.

He flicked his gaze over her shoulder and returned to her face. “Hurry back to me.”

“Always.”One month later, Tiago leaned against a pillar at the entrance of a fish market in a small Eritrean village. His gaze hungrily tracked the beautiful blonde as she picked her way through stalls of fruits, vegetables, spices, chickens, and bric-a-brac.

The sunlight caught the white-gold strands of her hair as she gripped Boones’ arm and spoke animatedly about something she’d found on the vendor’s table.

Tiago’s pulse hammered, and he scanned the crowd, probing faces and clothing, searching for threats.

She wanted freedom and demanded to take these outings without him.

He was trying to give her that, even if it went against every instinct.

They’d settled in a small fishing village on the Red Sea, several hundred miles from where his family was murdered. Didn’t mean his enemies couldn’t find him. He could live anywhere, and danger would follow.

But he let her have her shopping trips, her walks alone, and her quality time with Boones and his brothers. Kind of. He always followed at a distance. Always watching. He couldn’t stop.

Some people simply couldn’t change.

He would always tie her up, fuck her, cut her, and control her every move. And she would always fight him, challenge him, and fill his lungs with air.

Thank fucking God, because he couldn’t breathe without her.

Thirty feet away, she stopped talking and went still. He slipped into the shadows as she turned her neck and searched the crowds behind her.

After a few sweeps, her huge blue eyes homed in on his location. Shrouded in darkness, he was certain she couldn’t see him.

She bit her lip, said something to Boones, and strode directly toward his hiding spot.

His entire body tightened in anticipation.

A brightly-colored flowery sundress clung to her flawless, slender physique, and her pale complexion glowed beneath the Eritrean sun.

Africa looked fucking stunning on her.

A few steps away, she shook her head and fisted her hands on her hips.

“You.” She cocked her sexy head. “Need a hobby.”

“I have one.”

“Stalking isn’t a hobby.”

“I call it guarding.”

“You’re a control freak.”

“Control enthusiast.” He clutched her neck and dragged her to him. “I want to fuck your ass.”

“Of course, you do.” Her sassy mouth curved into a grin. “You enjoyed it too much last time.”

“So did you.” He laced his fingers through hers and steered her in the direction of their home.

“You’re a terrible influence.” She couldn’t contain her smile.

Hand in hand, they strolled toward the beach and followed the coastline. Slipping off their sandals, they let the waves lick at their feet as they walked.

“I love it here.” She lifted her face to the cloudless sky and sighed.

“I love you.”

She was his whole, his entire being, more himself than he was. If she ceased to exist, he would be a stranger, no longer part of this world.

She was his constant, his evermore, not just in the physical sense. She was the inexplainable something that made up his soul.

The two-mile stroll along the Red Sea brought them to an isolated beach house tucked away in a thick copse of foliage.