Seize (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 2: Erotic Romance (19 page)

Angling her body, he rubbed his cock against her G-spot, recognizing the moment she felt it when her eyes first widened and then the lids dropped. Staying steady, he tried to hold the position that was giving her immense pleasure because, God, he wanted this to be good for her. His mission was to brand himself so deeply on her, in her, that she’d never forget his name or this night. And wasn’t that a radical fucking thought.

She started to buck against him and her mewls turned into sighs that turned into gasps.

“Are you there, babe? I want to be with you.”

“Where?”

“Are you about to come?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice was raspy, low, and breathy.

“You are; I know your body.” He increased his pace, not wanting to go wide open because he would kill himself if he hurt her. Could he even come this way? That didn’t matter so much, since it was about her tonight. All about her lovely body melting around him.

When that body started to contract, her walls gripped him so tight it was almost painful. He stilled as much as the position and his body would allow, then without warning he exploded, the release deeper, stronger, than he’d ever felt before. It started low in his abdomen and radiated out. For one moment they existed perfectly together, both on the same fixed point, holding steady, a rapture of their bodies in both time and space.

He whispered, “Michaela.”

He’d never remotely felt so close to another person. His lips took her mouth, coaxing her to open. When she did, he slid his tongue in and plunged deep, mimicking his body’s movement. He laced his fingers through hers, linking as much of their bodies as possible as they rode out the waves crashing through them.

Then he simply floated in glorious, soul-healing peace.

Minutes later—maybe hours later—he kissed the shell of her ear. “That was the most precious gift anyone has ever given me.”

She presented him with a tired, satisfied smile. “Did you … was it … I mean …”

He knew what she wanted to hear. “Your body molded around me so well, we fit together like a key into a lock, a connection deeper than I’ve ever felt with anyone. It’s not always like this, Mia. I have to admit that it’s not. You’re amazing.” He kissed her nose, loving the little button.

“But we are going to do it again?” She was very serious.

Laughing, he said. “Oh yes, but first we’ll take a bath and get you re-bandaged.”

She groaned and pulled a pillow over her face.

Chapter 20

Mia stretched long
and deep, like a kitten just stirring from a nap, and it had her very aware of her body. There was a slight burn between her legs. Nothing painful, but it was like the burn of too many sit-ups. The thought had her giggling. What had happened when they came together was heavenly, nothing like sit-ups. She’d never known feelings like the ones that had coursed through her, that deep and utter longing to possess another human being. It was surreal. They’d connected, and while Augie hadn’t told her he loved her, that didn’t matter because he showed his love in every touch and action. His behavior, his attitude toward her, was precious, more precious than flowery words could ever be. To be fair, he wasn’t bad at the words either. She’d never forget what he’d whispered in her ear. Those words were locked tight in her heart.

“Time for a soak.”

He strode naked across the room, and Mia delighted in every inch of him. His cock was semi-rigid, and she eyed it without shame, feeling heat bloom in her cheeks.

“Like what you see, Mrs. Roy?”

“Very much.” And she did. He had a beautiful body and he knew what to do with it.

He removed the bandage and inspected her wound. “Looks good. We’re a matched set.” Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to the tub.

She lightly fingered his stitches. “Tomorrow I get to remove your stitches.”

“If I let you.”

That didn’t sound promising. She glared at him as he set her into the luxuriating, warm water of the large garden tub. “If you don’t promise me right now that you’ll let me take your stitches out, then I’m not going to let you clean and dress my wound.”

“More blackmail, Mia, really? After all we’ve been through together?”

“Exactly. After all we’ve been through, you need to promise me this.”

He sank his big body in the water opposite her. She yelped when he leaned forward and held her upper arms to pick her up and set her across his lap.

Looking down into her eyes, he said, “I’ve never made promises to a woman before I met you and your sister. You know that?”

“Nu uh.”

“Well, I haven’t. Don’t know why I am now, but yes, Mia, I’ll let you remove my stitches if it means that much to you.”

Shifting her upper body, she stretched to reach his lips and kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes of heated kissing, she felt something poke at her butt. When they broke apart, she bit her lip to stifle a giggle.

“That’s what you do to me—make me insatiable. I can’t get enough.”

All thoughts of giggling left her mind as they were replaced with images of her body entangled with his and at his mercy. He began gently washing her with the fancy soap and super soft washcloth provided by the swanky hotel.

“Are you sore?”

“Hmm … When I move a certain way, I know you’ve been there.”

He growled. “Can’t say I’m not loving the way you’re saying that.” His fevered eyes met her gaze. “I like how it feels, being inside you. Like to know how close you are.”

They sat until the water turned cold. She almost drifted to sleep atop him, but he stood with her in his arms and took them out of the tub. She loved his raw strength. Loved a lot about Augustine Roy, the warrior named for a saint.

He lowered her to the counter and pulled a towel from a cabinet. They dried off and then he had her foot on his thigh as he inspected her shin. When he made eye contact with her, his eyes were intense, his frown adding to the pained look on his face.

“I know,” she said.

“What, baby?”

“I know you have to scrub it with that gauze.”

“I do. Gotta scrape out that infection. Most of it is gone, but there’s a little puss building around the edges.”

“I know.”

He looked away and nodded. “Sit tight.”

Holding her leg straight out, she looked at the bite. It was nasty but looked a lot better since the black center had disappeared. Evidently that had been some kind of infection that got into her nervous system. She couldn’t remember quite how the doctors put it, but she knew she’d heard enough about staphylococcus to last a lifetime.

Augie returned with the sack of items they’d taken from the hospital and a glass of water. “Here you go.”

She held out her hand, and he plopped a pain pill into it.

“I don’t want it.”

“If you take it now, you should be good to go in about forty minutes. I’ll be able to treat your leg.”

“Treat it now.”

“It’s going to hurt like hell. I can’t do anything until you’ve had the painkiller.”

“It’ll make me fall asleep and I don’t want to do that. I want to stay up with you all night.”

“Silly girl. Your leg needs to be treated.”

She held out her free hand. “Give me the gauze and solution.” She pursed her lips, steeling herself for the pain.

“I’ll do it, but it’s against my better judgment without the pain pill first.” He kissed her wet head. “You’re my stubborn little lady.”

She basked in the little names he’d been calling her: baby, Mrs. Roy, lady, kitten. He left again and returned with his phone. “Here, play the bird game to keep your mind occupied.”

He squirted a red solution onto the wound, and Mia sharply inhaled air through her teeth. Dammit. She didn’t want to show any outward signs of distress, but she’d been unprepared for the cold shock. Her finger punched the home button on his phone and smiled. His wallpaper was her holding the walleye.

He clicked his tongue and tilted his head. “Stubborn woman,” he whispered. He had the gauze ready, but first he adjusted the position of her foot on his thigh. “Scoot your butt against the wall.” She pushed back, giving him a firmer hold on her leg.

When the gauze scraped the infected area, she gasped and bit into her lip. Turning her head away from what he was doing, she furiously punched through the phone.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Just do it, Augie. Fast.” She aimed the bird at the target and shot. “But be thorough.”

She wanted him to get all of it so she wouldn’t have to endure this again.

Trying to think of anything but her leg, she wondered for the first time what the situation would be when they got to Louisiana. They were married now, so she assumed she’d be staying with him. “You have a home in Baton Rouge?”

“I do.”

“And my sister is living with this Clay fellow.”

“My buddy Clay, yeah. He’s a fire chief. Can’t wait for you to meet him. He’s a great guy.”

Pain burned through her shin, and she cried out, yanking her leg out of his hands.

“God, so sorry, baby, but you’ve got some here that doesn’t want to let loose. Deep breath, okay?”

He squatted and worked at the stubborn spot. Her eyes filled with tears at the pain, but she didn’t cry out again.

He stood and kissed her knee. “All done.” He pulled her head into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Let me get you bandaged.”

He was still naked, so she sat back and watched her private show. When he was done, he carried her to the bed and pulled the covers up over her.

Back in the bathroom, he grabbed a robe from the back of the door and put it on. “Stay under those covers,” he said, even though she hadn’t moved. He was so peculiar, she giggled. He placed their soiled clothing into a bag and called housekeeping.

He pulled the room service menu from the table and plopped down in the bed next to her. “Mrs. Roy wants a hamburger, was that right?”

“And a milkshake.”

“What flavor?”

“Chocolate, of course.”

“Of course.”

He flipped through the menu. “Sounds good.” He started to punch up room service, but stopped. “How do you take it?”

“What?”

“How do you want the burger? What do you want on it? Don’t want to be accused of declaring Augie law.”

She threw a pillow at his head, and then said, “Cheeseburger, mustard, extra pickles, lettuce, tomato.”

“This is thirty-two fifteen. I’d like to place an order for room service.” He cleared his throat and tossed the pillows back on the bed. “Double cheeseburger, meat and cheese only, and a single cheeseburger all the way— mustard, extra pickles, but cut the onion—and two chocolate milkshakes.”

A knock at the door had him tightening the belt on his robe. He collected the bag of laundry and disappeared around the corner to the entryway. The outer door closed and he came back around the corner, buck naked. He slid in under the bedclothes and pulled her against him. They were rounding third base when a knock at the door interrupted them.

“Shit. Stay under the covers.”

He pulled on the robe before answering the door, depriving her of a visual treat, and Mia sighed, falling back into the pillows.

“Much obliged, thank you,” she heard him say. “Everything looks delicious.”

And she was suddenly ravenous for the burger she could smell.

He brought her the robe that matched his, and she pulled it on. It was soft and not too thick, but she felt like she was wearing fur. He arranged the plates on the bed and they ate right there.

“So you’re a picky eater,” she said. “Don’t eat any veggies.”

“I do so. I eat lots of potatoes. And corn. I love corn and corn products. Like Fritos.”

“Those are not green or leafy, and corn-flavored products don’t count.” She pulled a pickle from her burger and bit into it. It was so tasty, she ate another. “Creole food is spicy, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I like spice.”

“You just don’t like veggies.”

“I’ll eat them if they’re mixed in with something. Like in gumbo. There are veggies in that, and I eat it.”

Mia reached for her milkshake and started eating it with a spoon. The cold metal container felt good in her warm hands. When she was halfway through, Augie plucked it from her hands and put the food tray in her lap.

“Eat your cheeseburger.”

“I want the milkshake.” Damn him and his authoritarian ways.

“If you drink all of that, you won’t be able to eat your burger.”

She lunged for the shake, landing across him, but he held it from her reach.

“Give it to me.” She was on top of him now, straddling him, as he lounged back.

“Hey, I just want you to eat the burger because for what I have planned, you’ll need your strength.”

His dark eyes held the promise of something enticing, something taboo, and she definitely wanted to experience what he had to offer. His penetrating gaze hypnotized her into submission, and she reached for the burger and took a large bite from her position above him in the bed. She lifted her hips to move, but he held her in place. She shrugged and took a few more bites of burger. Once she’d finished half of it, she was allowed to reclaim her milkshake.

As she sipped the liquid through the straw, he tugged at the belt on her robe and then pushed the robe down her arms.

“Take it off.”

She leaned over the side of the bed and set the container on the floor. Then she slid the soft robe from her body while he did the same with his. She straddled him, and he pushed her hips forward and back over his erection.

“Guide me in,” he demanded, his voice low.

She fisted his cock in her hand. It was weighty and hard and she lined it up at her entrance. His hips lifted as he pulled her flesh over him and entered her slowly, on a groan. Once he was deep inside, she was so full, she couldn’t move. It was different this time, skin on skin. He didn’t use a condom but everything he did was so calculated, she knew he knew what he was doing.

“When you can, move a little; it’ll help you take me.”

She tested his theory and lifted herself an inch and then slammed back down. She winced.

“Easy. Warm up to it.”

She tried again, this time slowly ascending and descending with his guided touch. He was deeper than she’d felt him the first time and their movements were slow and hypnotic. She was entranced, lost in sensation, using her core and hips in a steady rhythm as she rode his heat. She felt him as if he were part of her, as one, nothing between them.

“That’s it, baby. Your little body is squeezing me so tight, I feel every quiver, every moan, as they vibrate through you and into me. It’s crazy, like we’re one person.”

She’d realized they often thought the same things too.

“I feel it too.”

His fingers parted her and massaged her clit while they continued their exotic dance. In a matter of minutes he had her on the cusp of climax and she panted heavily with the impending release.

He pushed harder beneath her, matching her thrust for thrust, massaging all the while until she exploded on a cry of his name and shuddered above him.

“That’s it, Michaela, come all over my cock. I can feel you contracting around me, milking me. Fuck! No condom. Gotta pull out.”

He held his cock in his hand, glistening from her juices. He fisted himself roughly, and Mia was mesmerized by the sight. He was a man in his element, raw and forceful.

“Lean back a little,” he said.

She went back on her elbows and watched as his warm seed shot from his cock and landed on her belly. He groaned out with each shot, his hand tight upon the length and his fingers squeezing the tip.