The Last Detail by Melissa Schroeder

nipple and she felt it to the toes of her feet. Damn, the man was lethal. From the sleepy bedroom eyes, those magnificent hands and that wicked smile, he had her reduced to a puddle of lust.
    “I don’t know if I want to.” He fingered the scar between her breasts. “This is a nasty wound but it’s nothing compared to the ones on your back.”
    She shook her head, not wanting to talk about the past, or even the future. Like always, she liked living in the now.
    “Nothing compared to the nasty scar you have on your shoulder.”
    He shrugged and she could tell from the look in his eyes that he was disappointed that she wouldn’t share. But she couldn’t—wouldn’t—lay herself on the line for a man who was just using her for pleasure.
    He moved his hand to her belly. She could feel her body stirring. Liquid heat pooled into her belly then slipped lower, wetting her sex. Even now she was ready, wanted to feel the thrust of his cock, his body over hers, the primal mating that had completely undone her. She hadn’t ever thought she would like sex, but right now, she would do anything to feel him inside of her again.
    Damned if she would let him know it though.
    “In fact,” he said as he leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers, “I have a feeling I am about to exert some possession over you right now.”
    She shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t want to be owned, to be possessed by this big hulk of a man. He had no scruples, no country, wasn’t any better a person than she was. But dammit, she did want him, needed him to make her feel again. It scared her to death, more than even her first time out with a john, than the night she almost died, or the first time she had to kill a retrieval. In that same instant though, she was thrilled. She wanted to get lost, to forget everything around them.
    She sighed as he slipped his tongue over her mouth and she opened it willingly. He moved and she thought he would cover her body with his. Instead, he pulled her over and rolled onto his back. She found herself straddled on top of him. She sat up and felt his hard cock twitch beneath her pussy.
    He looked up at her with his eyes barely open, but she could see that fire there again, the one that burned deep in her soul. She knew she was just another woman, one of many from what she knew about him. At this moment, it didn’t matter. Right now all that mattered was that he wanted her.
    She leaned down, rubbed her breasts against his chest and smiled when his cock twitched again. She rotated her hips and he moaned.
    She kissed him then, long, slow, wet and reveled in the feelings it sent reeling through her. Heat, need, lust, but there was something else there, something that had stirred the moment she had touched him in that apartment. By the time she pulled back, they were both panting heavily.
    She sat, lifting herself up to her knees, and took his cock into her hand. As slowly as she could, she slid down on his penis, enjoying the way he watched her as each inch entered her. She was still sore from their earlier lovemaking, but it didn’t matter. The fullness of having him in her, stretching her to the limit, made her feel complete.
    Soon he was in her all the way and she started to move. Up and down, enjoying the fact that she was the one in charge, the one who was pacing their lovemaking. He rose to a sitting position and she thought he would take control. Instead, he took her nipple into his mouth, allowing her to stay on top. The brush of his tongue sent a bolt of lightning racing through her blood. She increased her speed but couldn’t find satisfaction. It was there shimmering just out of her reach, but Sam apparently knew what she needed. He slipped his hand down her torso and pressed his finger against her clit. In that next instant, she went hurtling over the edge into her orgasm. It crashed through her with such force that she screamed his name as she came. He fell back, gripped her hips and thrust up into