She rose to her knees and moved to the end of the bed. Placing her hand over his as he stroked, she looked up at him as she lowered her mouth to his shaft. He barked a surprised sound as her lips covered his cockhead and closed his eyes, his head dropping back as his hands found her hair. His entire body shook as her tongue circled his shaft, and she lowered. Her tongue would kill him and, damn it, he’d die happy.
She lifted off him. “So damn big.”
He grunted something when she took him in her mouth again. He wasn’t going to last. The fact he didn’t pop off the second she touched him was surprising, but he felt that pooling intensifying as she worked his cock. He gripped her hair tighter, slamming his eyelids shut. “I’m going to … you need to stop.”
Val hummed around his cock, and he exploded. His hips moved forward even though he didn’t want to hurt her. He heard her gag. He couldn’t stop as his balls emptied. Val stayed with him until he was done. She licked around his cock and kissed the crown before she leaned back. “My turn.” She moved back on the bed and crooked a finger at him, opening her legs so he could see her core.
He dove between her legs and moved his shoulders under her legs, opening her like a flower and drawing in the clean, fresh scent of her need. Smith feasted on her and took her subtle direction, wanting to make her feel how he’d felt minutes ago. Her hips lifted in a rhythmic pulse. He entered her with one finger as his mouth worked her tiny nub. He crooked his finger against the pulse of her hips, and she gasped. “Yes.”
He felt her legs shaking, and then she arched, pushing against his mouth. The clenching of her core against his finger and her long satisfied groan told him when to slow down. When she shivered and touched his cheek, he stopped and kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other.
She rolled and looked at him when he lay down beside her. She smiled at him, and Smith could see the emotion mirrored in her eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He pushed her hair back from her face, noting a soft spray of light freckles over her nose.
She lifted onto her elbow. “I wasn’t. Guardian gave me this face.”
Smith stared at her. “What you have on the outside is beautiful, true, but it’s your heart I was talking about.”
She snorted and shook her head. “I’m not. Not in the line of work I do.”
He shoved the pillow under his head before responding. “Why do you work for Guardian?”
Val shrugged and looked down. “At first, it was a way to escape what I’d done. Now … Well, I’ve seen the monsters we hunt. I’ve witnessed what they do to the people of this world. Their humanity doesn’t exist. Greed, lust, money, and power are all they know or understand. If I can make the world a safer place by using my talents, I will.”
Smith nodded and asked, “Why did you visit Mrs. Henshaw?”
“Because she was a sweet old lady screwed over by her family.” Val frowned. “Speaking of which, I need to pay them a visit.”
Smith chuckled. “No need on that account.”
Val looked up at him. “Why? What did you do?”
He shrugged. Val moved over him and placed her hands on his chest. “What did you do?”
“Nothing that any law-abiding citizen wouldn’t do,” he admitted.
She pounced on top of him, straddling him. “Tell me, or I’ll tickle you.” Smith immediately grabbed both of her hands in one of his.
“Uh-Oh! Someone is ticklish.” She squirmed a bit playfully, trying to get away, but he rolled her and pinned her under him before releasing her hands.
“No tickling.”
“Fine, then tell me what you did.”
“I recognized one of the suits at her funeral. He moved in the same circles as a former employer who didn’t operate on the legal side of things. So I assumed her children weren’t either. I did some digging. Her children own a distribution and warehousing facility.” He shrugged. “It’s a front. I saw drug shipments arrive, and there were nighttime deposits of stolen goods in one of the warehouses. I called in an anonymous tip to the feds. I assumed they had the local cops on the payroll.”
“When did you do that?”
He narrowed his eyes. “The night you came to pick me up for this trip. It seems longer, but it was last night, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, we need to ask CCS to monitor that for us. Everyone loved Mrs. Henshaw.” She reached up and trailed her fingers along his lips. “You have the most wonderful soul.”
“As do you. Beautiful.” He lowered to kiss her and melted when she sighed into his kiss. With the urgency of their mutual gratification out of the way, Smith allowed himself the time to explore every nuance of her body. He wanted to remember every detail, to ingrain each sensation into his mind, so years from now, he could remember the night he’d made love to an angel.
Val wasn’t like the other women he’d bedded. She touched, kissed, and moved under him, a part of the physical act, not just available for him to use. He lifted her leg and centered his hard cock at her core. He froze. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“We don’t need them. We’re covered. Go slow. You’re big.”
He nodded and dropped for a kiss as he carefully entered and retreated. Her heat and body gripped him, enveloping him as he slowly worked his shaft into her. She wrapped her ankles around his waist and arched, and he slipped in. Her fingernails dug into his back. “So full. So good.”