shoulders for leverage. When she thought for sure he’d lose it, he pulled out, leaving her empty. She gasped, reaching for him. He rolled her over and pulled her to her knees before entering her from behind. He held her hips, plunging hilt deep again, taking her to new heights. His grunts joined her sobs and when he reached under her and rubbed his fingertips over her clit, she came again, robbing her of the rest of her strength. His harsh cry filled her ears as he found release.
Chapter 8
Max stretched out on her stomach, catching her breath. Adam lay next to her on his back, equally winded. “We were always good together,” he said.
“Yes, we were.” She licked her lips and rolled onto her back. “I think we still are.”
Adam looked to her flushed face. What did he want with the scientist now? He couldn’t deny the incredible sex, nor could he deny the remnants of the emotions he held for her. Or maybe not just remnants, the intensity of them seemed too fresh to be old memories. He reached for her, pulling her into a spoon, craving more closeness. She didn’t resist and melded against him.
“What now?” she asked.
It took a few moments to work out whether she meant in their relationship, or with Project Terminal. Of course she’d mean the latter. “Get the cure. It’s what we’re here for.”
“I hadn’t realized how much work had gotten done before Doug…” She swallowed. “He has good information for me to follow up on. He’d done experiments with undead blood as well as samples of his own, narrowing down the infection sites on a healthy cell.” She caught his confused look. “Thanks to Doug’s work, combined with the info Damian salvaged from Headquarters, I didn’t have to do nearly as much work as I anticipated. I’m almost there. If Doug hadn’t died, he would’ve had a cure by now.”
“I don’t think anyone in the project is as smart as you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You give me too much credit. Outside of my suggestions of which viruses to use, the others had as much claim to the glory as me.”
“Making the entire outbreak not solely your responsibility.”
She frowned, apparently not liking him shifting the blame. “That doesn’t lessen my role. Those deaths are still on me.”
“You’ll have to let that go someday or it’ll eat you alive.”
“I’ll let it go when no one else dies.”
He knew even then she wouldn’t, and until the day she died she’d remember each and every person who’d fallen from R1LN. A shame since he blamed her sister for the brunt of it.
He nuzzled the side of her neck, inhaling her powdery soft scent. Since taking residence in the house, without running water they’d taken sponge baths with baby wipes. His head swam with her, having her once wasn’t enough and he sought her lips. She moaned, pulling him closer, and they wrapped around one another again. He picked her up, carrying her to the sofa they’d made love on the first time. She straddled his hips and their union was a slow sensual one, expressing what he still felt for her. When they came together she collapsed against him, and he held her close, never wanting to give her up. Not again.
* * * *
Adam awoke with instincts instantly on alert. Darkness cloaked the room and everything lay silent except for Max’s soft breathing from the sofa. Then he heard what’d woken him, a rustling outside near the home. It sounded like it was coming from the overgrown juniper, meaning whatever it was crept right next to the house. Much too close for his comfort. He eased upright, training his directional hearing to locate the position of the intruder. His altered eyesight adjusted, setting everything in black and white relief while he made his way soundlessly to a window. He searched the shifting shadows until he finally found the source of the noise.
Son of a bitch. He left the window and stopped next to the sofa, shaking Max’s arm. Her eyes popped open and he covered
Chapter 8
Max stretched out on her stomach, catching her breath. Adam lay next to her on his back, equally winded. “We were always good together,” he said.
“Yes, we were.” She licked her lips and rolled onto her back. “I think we still are.”
Adam looked to her flushed face. What did he want with the scientist now? He couldn’t deny the incredible sex, nor could he deny the remnants of the emotions he held for her. Or maybe not just remnants, the intensity of them seemed too fresh to be old memories. He reached for her, pulling her into a spoon, craving more closeness. She didn’t resist and melded against him.
“What now?” she asked.
It took a few moments to work out whether she meant in their relationship, or with Project Terminal. Of course she’d mean the latter. “Get the cure. It’s what we’re here for.”
“I hadn’t realized how much work had gotten done before Doug…” She swallowed. “He has good information for me to follow up on. He’d done experiments with undead blood as well as samples of his own, narrowing down the infection sites on a healthy cell.” She caught his confused look. “Thanks to Doug’s work, combined with the info Damian salvaged from Headquarters, I didn’t have to do nearly as much work as I anticipated. I’m almost there. If Doug hadn’t died, he would’ve had a cure by now.”
“I don’t think anyone in the project is as smart as you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You give me too much credit. Outside of my suggestions of which viruses to use, the others had as much claim to the glory as me.”
“Making the entire outbreak not solely your responsibility.”
She frowned, apparently not liking him shifting the blame. “That doesn’t lessen my role. Those deaths are still on me.”
“You’ll have to let that go someday or it’ll eat you alive.”
“I’ll let it go when no one else dies.”
He knew even then she wouldn’t, and until the day she died she’d remember each and every person who’d fallen from R1LN. A shame since he blamed her sister for the brunt of it.
He nuzzled the side of her neck, inhaling her powdery soft scent. Since taking residence in the house, without running water they’d taken sponge baths with baby wipes. His head swam with her, having her once wasn’t enough and he sought her lips. She moaned, pulling him closer, and they wrapped around one another again. He picked her up, carrying her to the sofa they’d made love on the first time. She straddled his hips and their union was a slow sensual one, expressing what he still felt for her. When they came together she collapsed against him, and he held her close, never wanting to give her up. Not again.
* * * *
Adam awoke with instincts instantly on alert. Darkness cloaked the room and everything lay silent except for Max’s soft breathing from the sofa. Then he heard what’d woken him, a rustling outside near the home. It sounded like it was coming from the overgrown juniper, meaning whatever it was crept right next to the house. Much too close for his comfort. He eased upright, training his directional hearing to locate the position of the intruder. His altered eyesight adjusted, setting everything in black and white relief while he made his way soundlessly to a window. He searched the shifting shadows until he finally found the source of the noise.
Son of a bitch. He left the window and stopped next to the sofa, shaking Max’s arm. Her eyes popped open and he covered
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