Chapter Fifty-One

Dane needed Lena. There was no way around that fact. Whatever happened with this mission was out of his hands at the moment. Right now, the only thing he could focus on was that they were two terrified people who needed each other.

This morning, he might have said they just needed the distraction. A moment of pleasure with another warm body, to give them a break from the constant fear and anxiety. But now he realized it wasn’t just a distraction that had made him knock on her door.

He wanted Lena. No one else would do.

She was the only one who understood what he was feeling. She was the only one who was going through the same thing he was. He’d told her they were in this together. That meant this part, too.

She moaned as he moved his lips down her neck to her collarbone. He slid one hand into her hair and the other under the back waistband of her shorts. He didn’t want to go at her like a ravenous beast, but his need was too urgent for him to control. He decided to give in to it, and silently promised to make it up in round two.

He picked her up and stumbled when his leg reminded him it wasn’t capable of such things. He cursed and set her back down. This injury frustrated him more each day.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind walking to the bed. It’s just a few feet away.” She gave him a naughty smile.

She turned to go, but he stopped her and pulled down her shorts, then slipped off her shirt and nodded. If he was going to watch her walk away from him, he wanted to enjoy it.

“I’ll give you a head start,” he said.

He stripped his shirt off and stalked toward her. She’d gotten into bed and her naked body was stretched out before him, ready.

He set his Beretta on the nightstand, unbuckled his belt, then sat at the end of the bed to unlace his boots. Her bare foot slid up his spine and back down.

Turning to seize her ankle, he kissed her just below the knee and pulled her closer so he could nibble up her thigh. One more tug had her at the edge of the bed. He kneeled down so he was in the perfect position to taste her.

Her legs draped over his shoulders as he licked her, causing her to moan and buck against him. He smiled and did it again, and again, until she was panting and pulling his hair.

His name came out as breathy pleading, and he locked it away in his memories to recall later.

“Please, Dane,” she begged.

He was torn between moving up her body and giving them the quick release they both wanted, or finishing her off first. Unsure if he could get up, he decided to go for the second option.

Inserting two fingers, he picked up the pace with his tongue, making her gasp. Relentlessly, he worked her until she cried out and clenched his fingers in fitful pulses. He didn’t stop, only slowed until the tremors softened and her legs fell away.

With her sated for the moment, he had time to get himself off the floor and remove his pants without her noticing his struggle. He might not be able to literally sweep a woman off their feet any longer, but as he looked down on Lena with that contented smile across her face, he knew he was still a man who could satisfy a woman.

His injury hadn’t taken that from him, at least.