Chris tucked away the laptop he’d been working on and sat down on the couch. Everyone else had decided to get some rest. They were all feeling Scott’s betrayal hard. They’d only been together for a few months as a team, but when you lived and worked with the same crew, day in and day out, they became family. Bea especially. She’d had to face him at the senator’s house. She’d grumbled and slapped Jack’s hand away when he tried to change her bandages and then limped her way to the other side of the yacht. Jack had gone the other way, and Jordan took over for Murphy. They’d been on this yacht for hours and would be a bit longer until the Ghosts set up a way home.
Abigail showed back up a few minutes after everyone else split. She smiled when she came into the meeting area, slid up next to him on the couch, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, princess,” he replied. Little curls had escaped her ponytail in the breeze. He slid his fingers over them, gently losing himself in her softness. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sweet scent of her.
“What’s it going to take to get you to quit calling me that?”
“A miracle,” he replied.
“Can we talk?” she asked.
“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”
“Us,” she replied.
Chris tensed, and he looked down at her, his arms around her deliciously smooth body. “What about us?”
Her hand slid up his chest as she snuggled closer to him, her dress riding up her supple thighs. Jesus. It had ridden up so high, he could see the bottom of her ass. His cock stirred inside his pants. It was always like this with her. He’d been sleeping for two years and suddenly one little caress from her and he surged back to life.
“You’re always fighting it. The attraction between us.” She hooked her bare leg over his lap, pulling herself flush against him. He groaned. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.”
He brushed the tip of his thumb along her cheekbone, even as he tangled the rest of his fingers in her hair. He pulled out her hair elastic and tossed it away, letting her strawberry vanilla hair fall over her shoulders in unruly curls. “If that’s what you want. I’d do anything for you.”
“Then don’t fight me,” she whispered, her lips against his neck. “Let me love you and make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
Her well-placed kisses along his neck stirred his body to life. He groaned as she sucked his earlobe, and she shifted her body so she sat on his lap, a smooth, naked leg on either side of him. He ran his hands up her thighs as she took his mouth, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs as she kissed him, his cock pulsing against her covered warmth.
He should have stopped her, but he couldn’t. He’d denied the sweetness of her flesh for too long, and today, he’d nearly lost her forever. He’d never forgive himself if he let her walk away now. He lifted her in his arms and stood up. She squealed, grabbing on to his shoulders and hooking her legs around his waist as he carried her down the stairs into the belly of the yacht, where the bed was.
He was helpless against her. He lowered her to the bed, not releasing her as he slid on top of her. He shucked off his shoes, grateful they were the dress shoes rather than the combat boots he would have had to unlace to get off. Hers followed, creating a light thud as each one dropped.
He brushed her unruly hair out of her face and kissed her, giving her everything he had inside to give. They might only have this night. The mission was almost over, which meant, Christopher Hardy’s time was almost up. Pretty soon, his death would be set up, and he would cut off all contact with anyone from his life.
He glanced down at her, committing every inch of her perfect face to memory. He couldn’t have forever with her, but he’d have this to keep, to remember. He studied every detail of her face, memorized the taste and smell of her.
“You, sir, have too many clothes on,” she said. He’d removed the suit jacket earlier, but now she unbuttoned his shirt, using her palms to slide over his chest up to his shoulders to push the shirt off his body. He obliged her, shimmying it off, and quickly unbuckled his pants and dropped them, kicking them off as he came back for her.
He grinned as he ran a finger down her sternum, right in between her breasts and stopped where the fabric of her sundress covered her beautiful body. “Now who’s wearing too many clothes?”
He grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it up over her hips and stopped. He dropped kisses around her hips, over her underwear. Then lifted the dress more so it was over her stomach and kissed his way from her hips up to her navel. He kept going, even as she squirmed beneath him, kissing her body as he slowly stripped her of her dress.
Her arms fell to the sides as he tossed the dress away and gazed down at her. He ran his hands over her skin, so smooth and perfect. Freckles peppered her skin over every inch of her body, which made her ten times as sexy as he’d thought she could be. He wanted to touch every one of them.
“Chris…” she breathed as he slid off her bra straps.
“That needs to come off, princess,” he said.
Obediently, she reached behind her and the whole thing came loose. She threw it off to the side as he lowered himself to her, rolling her nipple around his tongue while his fingers scissored the other nipple. She moaned his name and her back arched. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as he laved on that nipple, then repeated the process with the other nipple, still working it with his fingers so they stayed in hard peaks.
Slowly, he lowered himself down, trailing kisses down to her navel again, then lower, until he reached her center, still covered in her panties. He kissed the apex of her thighs, over the fabric, loving the soft moan she gave in response. Then he hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down her legs, revealing the soft, wet flesh beneath.
“Oh, god, princess. You’re gorgeous,” he said, and took his first taste of her, one long lick, ending with a flick of her sensitive bud. His hands slid under her to cup her ass, then back to rest on her inner thighs, holding her open for him. He slid a finger into her wetness, then two while he flicked her clit with his tongue.
He licked her and thrust his fingers into her as he heard her loud moans, her beautiful sexual noise encouraging him on more and more. Her fingernails dug deep into his shoulders as he felt the shudder of her orgasm overtake her, gripping his fingers inside her tightly.
Just the feel of her orgasm around his fingers nearly made him lose it inside his boxers. As she came down from her climax, he slid off the boxers and curled up with her, holding her to him. His cock was rock-hard, wanting to feel what his fingers had just felt.
She seemed to recognize it as her small hand slid down and gripped his cock, stroking up and down. He groaned. “Baby…”
“I need you to fuck me,” she whispered in his ear.
She straddled him his cock trapped against her wetness as she kissed him, her tongue sliding along his lips.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
“No, just you,” she whispered back. “I need to feel you inside me.” She grasped his cock, still stroking, and then slid it against her folds until the tip entered her body. He hooked his leg around her and flipped them so she was on the bed and pulled back. “Please.”
The need in that one word nearly broke him. “We’re not protected.”
“Birth control,” she pointed to herself. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
“Fuck, you could have told me that before,” he said. She giggled but his groan cut it off as she reached between them, pointing his cock right into her. Her body was so incredibly tight as he pressed forward, and it wasn’t completely comfortable for her. He stopped.
“No, don’t stop.”
“Just wait,” he said. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, watching her eyes roll back as he rocked back and forth, working himself into her. It took a few minutes for her to adjust but it wasn’t long before he was completely seated inside her.
So. Tight. His mind was dizzy with the feel of her around him.
“Yes!” she hissed. “Please.”
He braced himself over her, his arms on either side of her delicious body as he pulled back and thrust in again. Slow and easy, not wanting to hurt her. God, she was so tight, unbelievably tight. Delicious desire curled around him, sliding through every inch of his body as he thrust into hers.
They found a rhythm together, moving like one, their moans of pleasure drowning out the slap of their sweaty flesh together. It was like a beautifully constructed symphony as they climbed higher and higher together. He lowered himself to his elbows so he could bury his face in her neck. He lightly bit along her most sensitive spot there as he pumped into her. He wasn’t going to last too much longer and he wanted her to come with him.
Reaching down between their bodies, he pressed his thumb against her clit again, letting the movement of their bodies control the way he stroked her. It worked, her body tightened, the walls around his cock squeezed him. He needed to see her fly apart again. He kept moving, but he balanced on one elbow so he could see her face. “Open your eyes, Abigail. I need to see them.”
Her eyes flew open just as her orgasm took hold, and halfway through her scream he thrust hard into her until his release came just as hard as hers did. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried inside her as he swept away the sweaty strands of her hair from her face. He buried his nose in her neck, taking in her scent, committing it to memory. He’d never forget her smell, the soft fruity scent of her body and the sweet fragrance of their post-coital passion. While he closed his eyes and reveled in her, he whispered, “I love you.”
He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him. She let him pull from her body a moment later and as he collapsed beside her, she curled up at his side. He ignored the pulse of pain from his chest, two twin ghosts of those bullets that should have killed him as he wrapped his arms around her soft body.
If this was all he got from her for the rest of his life, he’d take it. Maybe it was better this way. In a few days, Abigail would be safe and Christopher Hardy would be dead.