The Killing Times (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 1)) (46 page)

“Not quite,” he
answered, trying to maintain control of the vehicle and his desire. He allowed himself a second to close his eyes and enjoy the assault on his body, as the light stayed red.

Elizabeth stopped the torment
momentarily as she started to flick open the buttons on his shirt, one by one, until his chest was bare and his abs and tattoos were visible. “That’s so much better.” She lowered her head, to blow across his erection, and then started leaving a trail of kisses across his abs and up his body, timing it to meet his mouth at the next light.

At the
following intersection, she again dove into his mouth, roughly doing battle with his tongue. Her hands buried in his hair, holding him to her, and not letting him break the kiss until she was ready.

Elizabeth
was trying to kill him. That was the only possible explanation there could be. Here he had planned on nice, gentle wedding night sex in their bed, and she had other plans. His shirt was open, his erection was in her hand, and he was completely close to losing it, as he tried to not kill them in an accident.

“Last block, Ethan,” she whispered in his ear, licking
his earlobe, and then biting it. She enjoyed the groan that finally escaped his lips. He was completely out of control, and she liked him that way.

“When we get home, Lyzee,” he warned her
, feeling the old wild him pushing back to the surface. It had been a long time since he’d done anything this wild in the front seat of a car.

His wife was reminding him of how amazing youth could be.

“You’ll what?” she inquired, almost in challenge and then whispering all the things she had planned to do to him when they arrived home.

They were followed by
the seductive laugh of a temptress.

“Elizabeth!” He was now picturing th
e sex that she just planted in his mind with some creative visual words. Blackhawk suddenly wanted to be home very badly and buried in his wife’s body.

This time she licked down his chest, nipping at each of his nipples
and giving a little tug. When he shook, she loved it. Lower to his erection and back to her torment she went, taking him harder, faster, and with the intent to make him lose his mind. When she cupped him, the car slammed to a stop in the parking space.

“Oh, God,” he moane
d, glad he got them home alive. He took a moment to be completely absorbed in what she was doing to his body. “Had I known on day one that you were like this, I would have married you immediately,” he whispered hoarsely, as she continued her oral assault, but this time with a little teeth thrown in to make him squirm. When he was on the precipice, he pulled her up and took her mouth with a hunger he never felt before. It was hard, rough, and stole both their breaths. All he wanted was his wife.

“Let’s go inside, Ethan, or we’ll be giving your neighbors one hell of a show,” she said kissing him back
. It echoed all the feelings he’d just shared with her.

He
finally released her lips and found he was breathing heavily, like he just ran a marathon.

Everything
she was saying was a jumble.

“Although,” she whispered, “I don’t mind if they know I’m having my way with my very sexy husband in his car. Think I can ride you in here
if we open the sunroof?”

Ethan
moved fast, zipping himself up, knowing she would absolutely do it. He was out of the car in seconds. Oblivious to the fact he parked crooked and his shirt was wide open. He didn’t even lock his door. Blackhawk didn’t care if someone stole the damn car. All he wanted was to get inside the brownstone and his wife.

NOW!

Blackhawk
moved to the passenger side, pulling open the door and yanking her out. Elizabeth crashed into him, and he couldn’t help but seal his lips to hers once more.

Ethan
walked them backwards still kissing her, as they both stumbled up the stairs. His wife landed mostly in his lap and yet they still they never broke apart.

Finally, they made it to the door; he fought valiantly to get the key into the lock as her hands
groped him and threatened to unzip his pants again, exploring him in the hallway. “Get the alarm,” he mumbled into her mouth, breaking away long enough for her to enter the code, and then she was back again, slamming into him and crawling up his body.

Sex with her was like walking into a hurricane. It was wild, out of control and there would
most definitely be wreckage afterwards.

God
, he loved every second of it!

Elizabeth gasped as the dress was pulled from her body
. It was the only reason she set him free. There would never be a more perfect man than Ethan Blackhawk. She pulled his shirt from his shoulders, dropping it by the door. Her hands were exploring him everywhere, as if memorizing his body. Elizabeth leaned into him, and they fell back, overturning a table and knocking all the keys to the floor.

Yet, they still continued on
feverishly. 

Blackhawk held onto her, pushing away from the wall as he kicked off his shoes. When her hands unbuttoned his pants again,
they lost their balance and practically knocked the picture to the floor.

His wife worked fast, pushing
his pants off his hips and taking his boxers down too. He was naked and ready, and he felt the need to reciprocate. He slipped his finger in the side of her lacy panties and yanked roughly, tearing them from her hips.

She gasped into the kiss at the sound of rendering fabric.

It only made him wilder. He was officially out of control and on the edge. As she struggled to unclasp her bra, Ethan couldn’t wait any longer.

“Let your husband take care of that, Lyzee,” he whispered into her ear
as he ripped it from her body. When she moaned, he nipped her on the neck, never wanting to stop.

Just the mere word ‘
husband
’ made her flush with heat. He caught her off guard, as he pushed her against the wall and dropped to his knees. The control was his now, as he continued devouring her, while the wall kept her from collapsing.

Blackhawk dove into the heat of her body, like a starving man, licking and tasting her, driving them both crazy with h
is mouth. When he invaded her with his fingers, he felt her sink her hands into his hair. The sensation undid him, as he broke away, enjoying the glassy look and breathless gasps coming from her. So much for a bed and romance, they were far too gone for it now. He stood, lifting her up and impaling her right there in their hallway. Later, he would think back to this moment and remember how it was wild and out of control, like they were teenagers in lust. It was frenzied and uninhibited, and he loved how he could be wild with her.

Elizabeth gasped as he pressed her to the wall
and pushed into her, taking claim of his wife. The look in his eyes drove her even wilder, if that was possible. When her husband started moving, he buried himself into her body with such urgency she didn’t know how long she would last. It was her control being ripped to shreds now, and it was the most delicious feeling in the world.

Ethan focused solely on her as
he kept up the motion, using his body to bring her so much pleasure. He was so close, as he could feel her hands on his shoulders as her nails bit deliciously into his skin. When she began quivering, Blackhawk knew she was even closer. “Almost there,” he whispered to her, sliding in and completely out, to give him full range and more power. “Wait for me,” he ordered brusquely, as he continued the invasion into her body.

She met his eyes,
and tried to wait for her husband to join her in bliss. When he nodded, Elizabeth let go, breaking apart at his invasion. She moaned his name and exploded into a million fragmenting pieces.

Blackhawk felt her tighten around him
. When he pulled out and had to fight to gain entrance into the tightness, and he knew he was done. “Oh God, baby,” he moaned, following her over the edge as he slammed into her. The explosion took him to his knees, as he slid down the wall with her pressed against him.

It was her laughter that
dragged him back to reality.

“Holy shit, I don’t think we can
ever top that, and live to tell about it,” he said, his forehead still resting on her collarbone.

“That was pretty fantastic wedding night sex,” she
replied, kissing his ear. “I love you, Ethan.”

“I love you, too and that wasn’t what I planned for wedding night sex,” he laughed
, hoarsely. He sprawled on the floor, pulling her with him, as he tucked her against his body. “Just wow, Lyzee.”

“I don’t think you should plan
a wedding night when you spontaneously get married an hour after you ask. There has to be a rule about that somewhere.”

“We aren’t
spontaneous, we’re combustible. I don’t have words for what just happened in the car, the hallway and almost in the street.”

“We wrecked the place.” The picture on the wall was crooked, there were shoes and clothes strewn
everywhere, and one of the tables was on its side. “We just barely made it in the door,” she went up on her elbow and looked down at him.

“Well, whose fault is that?” he asked, opening one eye, and grinning smugly.

“It’s not my fault my husband is incredibly sexy and too handsome for his own good.”

“You shou
ld meet my wife. She’s incredibly hot,” he muttered. “All she thinks about is sex, and for that I am eternally grateful.”

Elizabeth laughed
. “It’s only since you rode into town, Cowboy.  I wasn’t having sex for the last year. I do have some control.” Elizabeth knew neither of them had been having sex, as he tried desperately to find her.

He shook his head. “If that was your definition of controlled, we’re in serious trouble.”

“You can blame me for that spectacular display of amazing sex. I will absolutely take full credit,” she said kissing him, slow and lavishly as her hands began wandering again.

Ethan’s
body slowly stirring back to life. “If you keep it up, Elizabeth, there will be a round two.” He was giving her fair warning in advance.

“You have to beat what I just pulled off,” she challenged him. “I’ll even give you a few chances to top it, tonight.”

“I’ll take that challenge,” he rolled with her. “This time, let’s try the bed. Oh yeah, I happen to have handcuffs,” he tossed her over his shoulder.

“You wouldn’t!”

Ethan Blackhawk couldn’t help but laugh, as he carried her down the hallway to their bedroom. He probably wouldn’t use them, but then again, he wasn’t making any promises.

Elizabeth did challenge him.

~
Chapter Fourteen ~

Wednesday
Morning
.

Blackhawk woke
once again to an empty bed, but this time he didn’t worry. He stretched and yawned, feeling completely relaxed. Neither of them had much sleep, but it was their wedding night. They would get only one, and they took complete advantage of it. Ethan took her to their bed, and the next round was slow, sensual and aching sweet. He made love to his wife, taking his time, and in turn she gave back the same thing. After they finished, they both fell asleep connected, and wrapped around each other.

The smartphone on his bed stand beeped
, getting his attention. Blackhawk scanned the incoming messages. One was from Gabe, informing him the plane would be leaving in a few hours, and one from Tony, updating him on the information they were going over. He scanned the email and suddenly felt wary. Before they left, he had his people run her people, including her, and he didn’t know how she’d feel about that. It may come across as lack of trust on his behalf. He only hoped she didn’t see it that way.

Blackhawk
pulled on his boxers and wandered out to the kitchen. He could hear Elizabeth making breakfast, and he smiled.

His wife was
cooking for him.

It
was an amazing feeling to put those words in a sentence together. He noticed the hallway had been put back into order, the clothes had disappeared, and the picture returned to its rightful position. In the kitchen she stood, and it took his breath away. Gone was the mourning woman, and back was his tough sheriff. She wore her low riding jeans, shirt sleeves rolled up, and badge sitting on her hip. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and it was cascading down her back. He was amazed that she could transform so quickly. She was ready to go back to work, and so was he.