He drew in a sharp breath when she took him into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make him see stars. Goddamn, she was good at that. “Samantha.”

“Hmm?” She knew the vibration of her lips against his shaft made him crazy.

“You’re going to end this before we get started.”

“Let me have my fun.”

Her idea of fun was his idea of heaven. He gathered her hair so he could watch, which was almost as sexy as what she was doing with her lips and tongue. Then she took him into her throat and nearly finished him off with the tight squeeze. “Sam.”

She released him slowly, taking her time and circling her tongue over the head.

He reached for her and pulled her up to him, their mouths coming together in a clash of tongues and teeth and lips. He couldn’t wait one more second to be inside her, so he turned them and plunged into her. Surrounded by her heat, her scent, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips, Nick took a moment to enjoy the sheer bliss he found with her every damn time.

Then she began to move beneath him, needing more. He raised his head to look down at her swollen lips, the clear blue eyes that looked up at him with love and desire and the hint of vulnerability that she saved only for him. She let herself go with him, and he loved that she gave him that.

“What’s wrong?” she asked after a long moment of quiet during which he pressed deeper into her, but made no move to speed things up.

“Not one damn thing is wrong.” He framed her face with his hands and kissed her softly. His Samantha liked it hard and fast, but tonight he wanted to take his time. He wanted to savor her. He started with her neck, kissing and nibbling while she squirmed beneath him, trying to break his control.

Cupping her breasts, he sucked on her left nipple, drawing it into his mouth and running his tongue over the tip.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged as she tightened her legs around his hips. Her internal muscles rippled and squeezed his cock, testing his resolve to go slow.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said.

“What am I doing?”

“You’re trying to take control.”

“I’m trying to get you to move.”

“I will. When I’m good and ready to.” He laughed at the frustrated face she made at him. “You may be the boss at work, but here,” he said, knowing he’d probably make her mad, “I’m the boss.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“I never agreed to that.”

He withdrew from her so quickly, she gasped.

“What the hell?”

“Turn over. I want you on all fours, head down.”

“Nick.”

“Do it, Samantha.” He got up from the lounge. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Nick caught the glare she directed his way, but she did as he told her to do. Taking direction was a challenge for his wife, but he was determined to do this his way. He crossed the room to get what he needed and returned to the lounge and the incredible sight of his wife’s delicious ass raised in the air.

“Spread your legs some more.”

Hesitantly, or so it seemed to him, she did as he asked.

“What’re you doing?” she asked.

“No talking.”

Her deep sigh was so filled with annoyance that he had to hold back a laugh. She was adorable and he loved her madly, even when she was willful and determined to get her way all the time, even in bed.

“I love you like this,” he said, cupping her buttocks and squeezing.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to talk?”

“You’re not. I am.”

“Not fair.”

He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Shhh. Just relax and let me love you.”

“But I want to—”

He silenced her with a spank, a quick pop of his palm against her cheek that made her shudder. Discovering that his sexy, gorgeous, willful wife enjoyed being spanked had been one of the highlights in a year of incredible discoveries. Always careful to keep the focus on pleasure and not pain, he did it again and again and again, until her bottom was pink and her moans were all he could hear.

He spread her cheeks apart and bent to lick from her anus to her clit, sucking on the tight bundle of nerves as he sank two fingers into her. She came instantly, crying out from the force of her release. It was all he could do to hold back his own need to come as she let go so completely.

Taking himself in hand, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, pumping into her and catching the end of her orgasm. Damn, she was amazing and tight and hot and so wet. He picked up the tube he’d placed next to him and squeezed out a dollop of lube that he spread over her back entrance.

She reacted immediately, gripping him with her internal muscles and gasping as he pressed two fingers past the tight ring of muscles. With his other hand he reached around to her clit.

“Jesus,” she whispered, making him smile with the knowledge that he’d succeeded in emptying her mind of everything other than what was happening right here and now. He gave her his fingers and his cock, alternating so she was filled at all times while he pressed rhythmically against her clit. He loved her like this, completely at his mercy and accepting the pleasure she deserved.

The only thing that would make this better was if he could see her face, which he knew would be flushed and rosy from desire. He picked up the pace, hammering into her until he felt her come hard, her entire body seizing from the release that took him with her, surging into her until he was completely drained.

He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around her, his face pressed against her back.

Sam’s arms gave out and she slid to the mattress.

He went with her, still buried deep inside, feeling her muscles twitch in the aftermath of her release.

“You should not still be hard after that,” she said after a long moment of silence.

Chuckling, he said, “I can’t help it if once is never enough with you.”

“You almost killed me with that one. Not sure I’ve got a second round in me tonight.”

“I bet I can change your mind.”

“I have no doubt that you can and will change my mind.”

He cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples.

“That was incredible, babe,” she said softly.

“For me too.”

She grasped one of the hands he had under her. “I love you.”

He hugged her tightly. “I love you too.”

Chapter Fifteen

Ensconced in his parents’ guest room with Christina, Gonzo was wide awake. He stood at the window and stared out at the light snowfall that had covered the yard. Alex would be excited to wake up to snow in the morning. Gonzo’s parents had insisted on setting up the portable crib in their room so they could get up with him in the morning.

“Sleep in,” they’d told him and Christina, knowing they were upset and afraid.

Sleep in. Right. How was he expected to sleep at all when he was so churned up over Lori’s death and the suspicion that had focused on him—and Christina. They’d both had motive, the opportunity and the desire to see Lori permanently removed from their son’s life, said one of the talking heads on cable news, which had gleefully picked up on the salacious stories coming from the Washington, D.C., Metropolitan Police Department.

Except neither he nor Christina would ever kill anyone, least of all the woman who’d given birth to Alex. Sure, he didn’t like her very much, but she’d given them good reason not to like her. Starting with the day they’d met Alex when he was a couple of months old and found out she hadn’t bothered to give his son a name.

Lori certainly hadn’t endeared herself to his family, friends and colleagues when she came to the hospital after he was shot to stake her claim on Alex. Thankfully, he’d anticipated that possibility and had taken legal steps to ensure she couldn’t take his son away from Christina and his parents if he were ever injured on the job.