But Trees still wasn’t done.
He rolled her to her back and kissed her feverishly, delving into her mouth with an urgency that left her dizzy and thrilled. He drank as if her tongue held some elixir he would die without. Laila opened totally and gave him her all.
Then he lifted her thighs around his hips and drove deep inside her in one long thrust. She cried out, her head swimming, need rising inside her again. Trees set a hard, hammering rhythm, his whole body moving, his bed shuddering.
Laila grabbed him tighter and held on, arching her breasts up to him, lifting her hips in offering and tilting to take him even deeper.
He groaned out long and low, seizing her wrists in his hand, his fingers biting as he anchored them above her head. “Grab the headboard. Don’t let go.”
She didn’t question him, and she didn’t hesitate, merely wrapped her fingers around the metal slats and gripped as if her life depended on it. But she couldn’t touch him, and she needed more—of his scent, of his flavor, of his flesh.
Her lips burned a path up his shoulder, stretching to nip at his neck before she reached his jaw. “I love the feel of you inside me. You fill me up, give me both pleasure and pain and”—she bit at his chest as he pummeled her again and hit a spot that nearly sent her soaring for a third time—“oh!”
“I’m never going to stop, Laila.” He maintained his wild pace as he reached up and covered her hands with his, gripping the iron rungs of his headboard and using the leverage to work his way harder and deeper. “Do you hear me? I love you. You’re it for me. Marry me.”
Yes!she shouted silently. There was nothing Laila wanted more than to spend her life with Trees, having a safe home, building a future, having his children, and sharing their love.
She doubted that kind of happiness was in her future. How could she and EM Security ever vanquish their powerful enemies so that she could live out her dream? She couldn’t accept. He didn’t deserve a lifetime of her danger, but she owed him as much truth as she dared. “I would love that. Because I love you.”
As if that flipped some switch inside him, he hardened and swelled inside her even more, slamming her with a force that rattled her body even as he set her on fire. “Oh, fuck. Laila… Fuck! I need you to come with me.”
It was incredible and insane, but she wasn’t far from another explosion even more incendiary than the last. “Yes.”
“And as soon as this shit is over, I’m going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. You’re mine.”
She closed her eyes and sank into the fantasy of having Trees by her side each day, inside her every night as she swelled with his sons and daughters. He squeezed her hands tighter and forced her mouth open for his kiss.
Her entire body detonated with an involuntary buck and an ear-piercing cry.
Seconds behind her, his thrusts picked up pace. His breathing turned harsh. He bared his teeth and stared into her eyes. “Mine,” he growled again, his heart thundering against hers.
Then he let go with a hoarse cry, filling her with warm jets of fluid and all his love.
Breathing hard, he held her close and punctuated their pleasure with a tender kiss before he brushed a curl from her cheek. “I love you, Laila. I’m going to keep you safe so I can make you mine.”
Tears stung her eyes. He’d undone her in every way possible tonight, but his words now stripped her bare all the way to her soul. “Trees…”
“I mean it. I will—no matter what it takes.”
She knew he meant it. And that’s what worried her most.