Night Game by Christine Feehan
He nuzzled her legs apart, pulling her bottom to the very edge of the bed so he could press his throbbing cock into her body. He took it slow, watching her body swallow his inch by slow inch. It was an erotic sight, her bare lips stretching around his thickness, feeling the hot slick muscles of her channel open reluctantly for him, gripping him like a tight fist, surrounding him with a fiery friction every time he moved.
Flame couldn't stop the small little moans from escaping. She'd forgotten how good he felt inside of her. She'd forgotten how it felt to be a woman, sexy and exciting and wanted. Wanted. Raoul wanted her any way he could have her. She could see his eyes lit with a combination of love and lust. She could see the harsh sensuality etched into his face as he drove deep, picking up the pace, thrusting into her, fingers digging into her hips, pulling her into him as if he couldn't wait to be buried to the hilt.
Each long stroke took her breath until her lungs burned and her body wound tighter and tighter. She felt the clench of her muscles biting down hard, clamping around him as he swelled impossibly thicker, stretching her even more. His heat drove out the cold lodged so deeply in her, replacing it with hot streaks of pleasure so intense she knew she was lost--didn't care if she were lost. He took her away from the cold and the sickness and made her whole again. She threw her head back as he surged into her, letting each fiery stroke take her closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm sorry, baby, I can't hang on any longer. You're so damn hot I'm going up in flames." Gator could barely get the words out, his body tightening, the explosion rocketing through him as he emptied his seed deep inside of her. Her tight muscles clamped down so hard around him the pleasure spiraled out of control and he couldn't stop until she was screaming his name, her body convulsing around his.
She slumped against him, her head on his shoulder, her breathing ragged. She was exhausted, but sated. She could feel her muscles pulsing around him, the aftershocks nearly as strong as the tidal wave of pleasure. She fought for breath as she waited for the intensity to fade.
"Lie back. I'm getting in bed with you."
"I don't think I can move." She did though, falling sideways until she felt his body slip from hers and the pillow met her head. She would have pulled up a sheet to cover her nakedness, but her arm felt too heavy.
Gator sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. He couldn't stop staring at her, the way she looked all sexy and innocent at the same time. Drowsy and satisfied, almost purring, her fingers tangling with his. He bent down and pressed a kiss against her intriguing belly button. "I want you to marry me. Don' say no, cher. I know you want me to apologize for what I did, but I'm not going to lie to you. I'd do it again. I need you alive in this world, even if I can't have you. I should be sorry, but you left me no choice."
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "You could have been wrong. Lily might have been working with Whitney."
"Then I would have killed them both." His gaze held hers. "Why can't you forgive Lily? Your anger at me is tied up with your anger at her. We both love you and we both cared enough to put our relationship with you on the line in order to save your life. You're a logical person, Flame. You don't carry a grudge unless there's a reason."
She tried to smile, but it wouldn't come. "I never let myself think about that. I can't." She lowered her voice. "I've never told anyone."
"I'm not anyone. I'm the man you love and no matter what it is, I'm going to be right here with you, working it out. Let's just get this over so we can live our lives."
"What about Whitney? He'll regroup and come at us again."
"Fuck Whitney. While he's regrouping, we're going to be hunting him. It won't be so easy the next time. Now stop stalling and tell me."
She was going to tell him. He was so bossy and so insistent on his way. Wheedling, bossing, it was all the same. He knew what he wanted and one way or the other, he got it. Could she live with that? Could she live with his particular brand of protection? She tightened her fingers on his. She didn't want to live without him--that was the bottom line. When she was feeling better, she'd be able to hold her own against him, but for now, she let him take over, let him push her into the past.
The door in her head was cracking open, the memory spilling out no matter how hard she tried to push it away from her. Lily betraying her. The men dragging her back. Whitney had stood there, staring at her with cold fury through the glass, soundproofed shield. His gaze held cold fury and he just stood there as the men slapped her face, stripped her room of everything she had, and then marched her in front of the glass, holding her still by the thick swatch of hair.
She hadn't meant to do it, pulse that low note of sound that the two men throwing her things around couldn't even hear. The man holding her by the hair thought her helpless, thought she was cowed by the three stinging slaps to her face. She was crying and after all, she was a child.
The two behind her went down hard and lay still, but the one holding her burst open, his organs rupturing. She screamed and screamed, the river of blood pouring over her. All the while Whitney stood watching, a strange, secret smile on his face.
Flame covered her face. "I didn't mean to hurt them. I didn't know it would happen. I killed them and he left them there for hours. I had to beg him to take the bodies away before he'd do it."
Somehow sharing the horror of that moment with him, telling someone about her guilt and shame made the knot of blame she held on to against Lily begin to dissolve.
Gator wrapped her in his arms, holding her close, fighting his own rising rage. He held her, rocking her back and forth, keeping her close to him, letting her cry it out. He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled it with his chin. He didn't have a choice now, he had to tell her the truth of his own guilt. She needed to know, needed to hear it. God help him if it was the wrong choice, because he honestly didn't feel as if he could let her go.
"I did worse, baby," he confessed. "Much, much worse. I took out civilians. None of us knew the wave would carry and we were working with it, field testing. One of my friends died that day and four teenagers who were just playing around on the hillside. They were just kids, innocent kids." There were tears in his voice. "I have to live with that, Flame. I wake up in a cold sweat thinking about those kids and their families. I have no idea what the families were told, or even if they were given the bodies, but I know if it were my child, I'd never get over it."
She held him tighter. He felt rigid, his muscles locked, a tremor running through his body. "It never helps to say it wasn't your fault, you didn't know, but you didn't, any more than I did. We're weapons, Raoul. That's why we were created."
"I don' think so, cher. I think you were created for me, predestined, long before either of us was born." He tipped her face up so she had to look at him. "None of this was Lily's fault any more than it was yours. I have to take some responsibility in that I allowed myself to be enhanced and I didn't look far enough into it to see the consequences."
"Maybe you didn't, Raoul, but, honestly? You're the best man I know. I've never met anyone better, and I'm a tough judge. I watch you, the way you look out for everyone, the way you care so much." She ducked her head. "I should have told you that before you left."
He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Thank you for that. No matter what's gone before, we both deserve a life. I want it to be together."
"What if Lily can't get rid of the cancer?"
He shrugged. "She says she can, but what if she can't? What if I go out on a mission tomorrow and get shot in the head?"
"Don't say that." She swallowed hard. "When you left, I swear you took my heart and soul with you."
"The work I do is every bit as real a danger as cancer is to you. It's every bit as real as the threat of Whitney is to you. Life gives us choices, Flame. You either grab on with both hands and just go for it, or you sit on the sidelines. I'm a go for it kind of man."
"So you're really determined to marry me."
"Damn straight. I'm kind of partial to your
"You'd better see the real me, then." Flame pulled off her cap and sat facing him, her heart beating too hard in her chest. She forced herself to stare at his face, to read his expression. She wanted the truth from him.
His tongue did a slow lick of his lips and his eyes lit up. She actually felt the stirring of his shaft along her belly. "Damn, woman, you're so sexy I don' think my heart can take it." He bent toward her, his mouth trailing kisses over the top of her head. "How do you get your skin so soft, cher?"
"I'm going to wear wigs so don't get all hot and bothered thinking about my bald head."
"Wigs?" He grinned at her. "I can think of a lot of fun we could have with wigs. Although, to be honest, I was thinking about other bald places just then."
"My hair is going to grow back, you perv."
"Aw, but in the meantime . . ."
Christine Feehan, Night Game
(Series: GhostWalkers # 3)