Closing her fingers around his shaft, she stroked him slowly. “Good morning.”
Her voice sounded rough, husky. Like she’d been screaming for him half the night, mostly because she had.
He groaned. “Sun’s not up yet. Until then, it’s still night. And you’re still mine.”
Some part of her worried she would always be his—and it had nothing to do with her vagina. Instead, it was the organ in her chest that now beat and ached for him. That terrified her, but the truth was undeniable.
She had feelings for Trees.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yours.”
As soon as the words were out, he rolled on top of her and pressed her into the mattress with his kiss. “You haven’t had enough yet?”
Not even close. “No.”
He grinned but didn’t waste more time talking. She parted her lips and her legs, welcoming him. His tongue invaded her mouth as his hard inches made their way inside her again. Her nipples beaded so tight the painful sensation was a pleasure all its own. Her sex was hypersensitive. With every molasses-slow pull out, she tingled. With every deliberate stroke in, she ignited.
“You’re not too sore?” He eased back, gritting his teeth in restraint.
“Not enough to say no.” She lifted her hips, inviting him even deeper.
He didn’t accept. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“If you stay away from me, you will. Please…”
Trees cursed, then drove the rest of the way inside her with an agonized groan, holding nothing back. “I can’t stay away from you.”
Then he covered her lips with his again, cutting off all conversation. Talking with words wasn’t important now. They were saying all they needed to with their bodies.
But what would happen next, once their passion was spent and reality could no longer be denied?
Laila didn’t want to think about that. She wrapped her arms and legs around Trees and moved with him. Their bodies synched up—breaths, motions, heartbeats. They became one.
His strokes picked up pace. Everything inside her gathered and swelled. She couldn’t breathe—and she didn’t care. Nothing mattered more right now than being as close to this man as she possibly could.
But soon, pleasure began unraveling her and spinning her into a realm where he ruled her, body and soul. “Trees, please…”
“Laila.” He gripped her face in his hands and stared to her soul with blazing eyes as he drilled down into her body. Every part of her surrendered to him as his lungs worked like a bellows, as his pounding strokes inside her quickened, as his erection thickened, as a growl escaped his throat, as he fisted her hair. “Come for me.”
She couldn’t stop herself. The ecstasy swirled and swelled in white-hot pleasure, overwhelming her. She gave herself over, opening her entire body, relinquishing every part of herself to him in an explosion of consuming, unabashed bliss.
Laila ached to give him more than pleasure in return, to prove that she trusted him, to tell him how unshackling that felt, and to convey how much she loved it.
His heart thundered against hers as he crashed into her over and over, his bed rattling and shaking. His body tensed, then he roared and flooded her womb, shuddering from head to toe. She clutched him against her with every shred of energy she had left, praying this moment would never end.
Laila had never felt closer to another human being in her life.
His expression was full of gravity, something solemn and steadfast she had never seen. Had he fallen in love with her?
She stared back, blinking and feeling tears burn her sleepless eyes. Trees brushed damp strands of her hair from her face. He said nothing. No words were necessary between them. Or maybe, like her, he simply didn’t want to spoil the moment.
The outside world had no such compunction.
An alarm suddenly blared from his phone and echoed across the house from some unseen corner, spoiling their paradise.
He jackknifed up, cursing and scrambling for his phone, in full warrior mode. “Get dressed.”
She sat up, clutching the sheet. “What is it?”
“The perimeter around my property has just been breached.”
Her heart lodged in her throat. Had she been discovered again? “Is it Victor? If he learns that you killed Hector, he will come after you with a vengeance.”
“He doesn’t have to come after me. I’m looking for him. And I won’t let him get away.” Trees stared at his device, then sighed. “But it’s not Victor. It’s my goddamn bosses. Put some clothes on. This is going to get ugly.”
Laila couldn’t pretend she didn’t know why. They had decided to use her as bait in a hostage exchange—her for their sister. It scared her, but if such a ploy ensured her family stayed alive, of course she would do it.
Trees hopped into his jeans and boots. He dragged on a tight black tee, slipped on a gun holster that crisscrossed his wide back, then grabbed a pair of semiautomatics from his nightstand. “Don’t leave this room until I tell you.”