The Killing Times (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 1)) (20 page)

It was one heartbeat, then two, and when he moved
, it was with such force and desire that it crashed into both of them, exploding around them. Lips met, tongues fought, and hands explored. Somehow he ended up with her beneath him. Her hands traced a path up his body, and he felt the involuntary shudder at her touch. When her hands found the nape of his neck, and freed his hair, he felt exhilarated and wild.

“I
’ve wanted to set your hair free since the first day I saw you,” she confessed, and then she deepened the kiss, arching against him as the storm consumed them both. “I think I like it better this way,” she said into his mouth, and then went back to kissing him.

He knew it would be wild like this. He could tell just by looking at her.
She would love completely, and with all she had inside her, like she did everything. He paused only to pull her nightgown over her head, setting her free for him. Then his gaze traced her body. She was curves in all the right places and perfection. In fact, there had never been a more ideal woman for him. Her flesh was pale and smooth, the opposite his. The contrast where they met was breathtaking and erotic.

Elizabe
th ran her hands down his sides, over edges and valleys of muscle. Ethan Blackhawk was a fine specimen of masculinity. He was ripped everywhere, and she couldn’t wait to explore him completely. His skin in the soft glow of the hallway light called to her. He was completely tan, and she doubted it had anything to do with the sun and everything to do with his lineage. Everything about him was angles, and lean lines from his chest to the line of his jaw. Her fingers traced the tattoo on his chest.

“That’s some tattoo, Ethan,” she whispered
in his ear. “It’s very sexy, Mr. Blackhawk.”

He didn’t know what to say. It was the
tattoo he regretted for most of his adult life, and now this woman was using it to undo him. When she placed kisses across it, his body shook, and he just had to feel her mouth against his.

Elizabeth knew he was sexy dressed, but naked
… wow! He was quite possibly the sexiest man she had ever seen. When he brought his body down, protectively over hers and locked in a kiss that showed no sign of ever ending, Elizabeth continued exploring with her hands. Lower and lower, until she found what she was looking for, and he inhaled sharply, breaking the kiss when she stroked him.

“I’m wa
rning you, if you continue that I won’t have any control,” he hissed.

“Who needs control
?” Elizabeth whispered against his throat, as she teased his earlobe with her teeth and tongue. She used every ounce of her strength to roll with him until she was perched atop his body. “Control is over rated,” Elizabeth answered, smiling and leaning down to kiss him wildly, and yet trying to be aware of his split lip.

When she pulled away, he was breathing heavy, unbothered by the pain
. His eyes said it all, as they were filled with complete lust and unquenchable need.

“Tell me, Special Agent Blackhawk, are there tattoos on your back, too?” she
inquired, running her fingers across his chest, ribs and shoulders, taking in the designs all over his body, appreciatively.

“Yes,” he answered, unsure what her response would be. The women he
had met and been naked with had mixed reviews. The last woman didn’t want anyone to know about them, since they were unattractive to her. She had gone as far as asking him to keep them covered. The others asked why, as if they were a mistake.

“I can’t wait to explore
each and every one of them,” she said, right before kissing him again hard, only breaking away to catch her breath. “Lose control for me, Ethan,” Elizabeth whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe.

All he wanted to do was moan at her assault of his ear and neck. He was willing to let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn’t s
top. “Then the control is yours. Do your worst, Elizabeth,” Ethan replied, hoping he could hold on through this storm. It was threatening to pull him under. For the first time in his life, he was drowning in a woman. Elizabeth LaRue was like a tropical storm. Warm, wild and very dangerous, and he couldn’t wait to be swept away with all she had to offer.

Elizabeth kissed him again
, as his hands were buried in her thick hair. He was focusing everything on that scorching kiss. Blackhawk was so distracted that when she positioned him at her wet opening, he didn’t even acknowledge it. When she took him into her body, sinking down onto him in one silky, hot slide then she had his full attention.

Ethan swore he couldn’t breathe as she took him all in, sheathing him completely. The sensation was so delicious, so perfect, he barely held onto control
as he arched against her, eyes closing. “My God, Lyzee,” he whispered, on a groan, as the sensation was almost too much to handle. His whole body shook. A moment went by, as they both adjusted to the feel. “Need a second,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Blackhawk fought hard to keep control over his body, thinking about anything but what waited for him when he opened his eyes.

“Mmmmm…,” she whispered back. “Want to take a ride,
Cowboy?”

His heart
knotted along with his gut. Right then, he knew everything changed. He could feel it; this was completely different for him. He’d had sex and relationships, but she felt familiar, like something that he’d lost and was seeking again. Elizabeth LaRue was already tearing down his carefully built walls, as she accepted him. Finally, he felt alive inside, finding what he was seeking all his life.

“
Do you, Handsome?” Elizabeth asked again, waiting for him to regain control. It drove her wild that Ethan Blackhawk was a lover of ink. Before now she hadn’t realized how it affected her. There had been men with tattoos, but not this many, and for some reason the contrast of professional versus wild- all in this man was stimulating.

It was driving her completely and totally crazy.

“Yessss,” he moaned, as she began her assault on his body. Everything about it was torturous, the slow climb up and the fast slide down. It was slick and hot, and it was going to kill him. He sat up, so her body was pressed, and moving against him. Tasting her became the priority, as he pulled her mouth to his in an explosion of need.

Elizabeth
had never felt this good before. Every touch, every kiss, it all felt perfect and right with this man. This moment with him would be a secret treasure she carried with her forever. As she kept the motion going, it heated his body deep within hers. There was a tightness building in her, and the need to keep moving took over.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, against her mouth, as he rested his hands on her hips
. Now, he was guiding her up and then down hard, almost pulling a gasp from her mouth each time. “Please just don’t stop.”

He never wanted this
feeling to end.

His hand wandered from her hip, and he found the junction, where they were meeting. He flicked his thumb over her tight bundle of nerves, and when he felt her shake, he let her explode first,
pulling him with her over the edge.

Elizabeth
sunk into the heat and then the explosion, as she shattered apart. She barely heard his guttural shout of her name, and the hot warmth exploding from him. The intense colors burst around them, and she began falling. Pulled against his body, Elizabeth realized she was in his arms. Ethan Blackhawk had protectively placed her on his chest until they both could regain focus. The tenderness of the act touched her deeply.

“Holy shit, Lyzee
!” he muttered, his heart still pounding in his ears. “Just, holy shit! That’s all I got.”

Elizabeth laughed, nestling into his body
. Her one leg was over his hip, and they were a tangled hot, sweaty mess, but it was so worth it. “Thanks for the ride, Cowboy,” Elizabeth teased, kissing him on the lips, and then pulled the blankets up around them. She placed her head on his shoulder, and hand over the tattoo just enjoying the sensation of cuddling with him.

Blackhawk grinned in the dark, at the miracle he just
found; just the intimate act of cuddling brought warmth to his body that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

In his last relationship, there would be sex and then they would roll over to their own sides of the bed. This is what he never knew he was missing, the emotional connection after the physical one.

Elizabeth could feel his body relaxing. “Are you going to survive?” she asked, snickering.

“Too early to tell,” he answered, still grinning. She was a dangerous storm, and he hoped he could live in its wildness for a long time, if not forever.

He was struggling with
his emotions.

Never had he felt this immediate attachment and
contentment that was flowing through his body.

Only
just now with Elizabeth LaRue.

Then he felt the panic creep into his mind.
Someone was out there stalking her and wanted what he was now laying claim to.

His emotions went from contentment to protectiveness.
He had to keep her safe, no matter what the cost.

Over his dead body, was he willing to let go what he just found.

~
Chapter Seven ~

Saturday
Morning

Ethan was the first to wake
. It had been a long night; they would make love and then fall back to sleep, only to wake for more frenzied exploration. It was the joyous coming together of two people for the first, second, and third time. Now they would pay for it, as they were both going to be exhausted. It was so worth it, and he couldn’t help but smile in the mirror as he brushed his teeth.

It was beyond
amazing.

His partner did what he asked
, and his things were on the front porch. Early enough that they beat the newspaper, and he was grateful. He enjoyed clean clothes and his own razor. If he had to shave with her pink one, he might have just skipped it all together. After all, he did have some standards, and then he thought about it, laughing.

Who was he kidding?

He’d
use her girly razor in a heartbeat. His mind just kept wandering back to her easy acceptance of his body and tattoos.

“Morning Cowboy,” she
purred, walking past him, trailing her lips across his back and the tattoos she had just discovered as he was climbing out of bed. Just the feel of him was better than her morning cup of coffee. “I’m going to shower,” she said winking. “I’d invite you to join me, but you had to be out of bed so damn fast this morning.”

He laughed
, enjoying her easy flirtation. “We were a mess. I needed a shower, some coffee, and to be downstairs for the glass man,” he replied, contemplating jumping back in the shower with her. All it would take is dropping his pants and...

“Too late,” she
answered laughing, as she stepped into the steamy spray. Something about him heated her up again, and he was right. They had things to accomplish today, but Ethan in a pair of jeans, shirtless, with his tattoos out and his hair hanging free made her all warm inside. 

“Damn it!
”

“Maybe tomorrow,” she smiled again, ducking under the spray.
Elizabeth hoped she wasn’t being too forward, and there would indeed be a tomorrow.

Ethan
pulled Elizabeth out from under the water, surprising her. “Definitely,” he answered proprietarily, giving her a firm kiss on the lips. “I’ll go make the coffee, get the paper, and we can discuss the witch angle when you come down.”

“Okay,” she said
humming in the shower, as she washed her hair.

Today seemed vastly better after a
triple dose of Blackhawk.

Ethan filled the coffeepot, got out two mugs
, and even emptied most of the dishwasher. It wasn’t easy, but he tried to find a home for all the items. Once done, he walked to the door and jerked it open to retrieve the paper, and in the process managed to scare a woman who was standing on the porch as she prepared to ring the bell.

“Dear sweet heavens,” she said, stepping back. “Who are you?”
She looked horrified at the man before her. He had no shirt on and a plethora of tattoos across his chest and shoulders. He looked absolutely heathen with the tribal markings. He was obviously from a very bad upbringing, and was not someone Elizabeth should have half naked in her house. What was that girl thinking?

“
Are you looking for Elizabeth?” he asked, leaning on the door frame, watching the man walking up behind the older woman. He had seen him before in town, and he had a sneaking suspicion that the man was her half-brother. There was a slight resemblance.