Heston (In the Company of Snipers Book 25) by Irish Winters

Author:Irish Winters [Winters, Irish]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Windy Days Press
Published: 2023-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

London couldn’t wait for Heston to undress, so she did it for him. Just unzipped his pants and stripped him out of his jeans while he tried to toe out of his boots without falling. His shirt went flying, then, jumping from one foot to the other, she fumbled out of her pants. He did the honors of peeling her panties off. At last, they were who they’d been before this whole mess started. Just Heston. Just London. Nothing in between.

Her heart pounded when his hooded gaze flashed over her nakedness with lust. Everywhere he looked, each time he licked his lips, flames ignited in her belly. This was what she’d wanted from him in that dark conference room. Them. Finally together in heat and passion. An answer to her marriage proposal would’ve been good, too.

His brow lifted, giving him a devil-may-care vibe. “Birth control?”

“Oh, yeah. Almost forgot,” she breathed, wishing she’d been as responsible as him. “Implant. Nexplanon.”

“How long ago?”

“Umm, four, no four and a half, maybe…” She had to think when she’d gotten the tiny implant. The tiny get-it-and-forget-it choice of birth control was only good for five years. “Damn. Nearly five years ago, Hes.”

“Should still be good. I get tested every year, and you already know I haven’t been with anyone else since… then.”

“But what if—?”

“We get pregnant?”

Oh, she loved the way he said ‘We.’ Not just ‘you.’

“Then we’ll have a blonde baby girl who’ll look just like you running around this place.”

“Or a gorgeous baby boy with big brown eyes and shiny black hair.”

That was all it took, him talking about making babies. Quivering with anticipation, London pounced, her slight weight pushing him against the wall, her fingers dancing over his body like a blind person’s fingertips fluttered over Braille. This was her way of remembering the rigid cords in his neck, the hard tension of his pecs when he flexed, the furrowed musculature of her man on her way down his stomach to—

Ah. There. That’s what I want.

He groaned. But once her nimble fingers curled around his cock, once she had a good firm hold, he was hers and she knew it. The big, beautiful length of him thickened in her hand while she feasted on his mouth. Kissing. Tasting. Licking his lips and biting his tongue—until he took charge, picked her up and stepped into the tub with her. By then every part of him was steel. London kept working him. Pumping. Sliding her curled fingers up. Gliding them back down. Licking her lips and wondering if—

“Woman, you keep doing that, and I’ll be done before we get started.” Leaning to one side, he flicked the faucet on, then adjusted the showerheads that ran the length of the tub, converting their bath into a misty rainforest pool.

“Would it be so bad?” she asked breathlessly, water running down her face and into her eyes. She’d done that to him. Made him weak. Made him needy. She’d never thought herself powerful before, but now she realized she was.

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