Wait For Me by Lissa Matthews Page B

saying?”
    “I’m saying go.” The words poured out of her mouth before she could stop herself and swallow them back down. They were the hardest words, cutting her insides like barbed wire. “Do what you have to do, live the life you have to live. Be who you have to be, just come back to me.”
    “God, Mel... Hell itself couldn’t keep me.” His voice sounded as though he were chewing glass and he took her mouth in a harsh kiss. She held on to him as he plumbed every square inch   with his tongue. The fuck was frenzied, the kiss was, too. Her nails bit into his skin and scraped along it. With luck, she’d leave a mark for him, a reminder of this time, this moment.
    He pressed his lips to her ear after kissing his way from her lips along her jaw up to tug on her earlobe. “Mel?” he whispered.
    His breath was hot, steamy hot, and she shuddered in his arms. “Hmm?” Forming an actual word was out of the question. She was so far gone, so close to another orgasm that all she could focus on was his body, his smell, his voice, the steady slide of his cock, the feel of him with her.
    “I love you. I don’t know what’s going to happen, how long I’ll be here this time, or how long I’ll be gone when I’m called in. I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m not doing this, if I’m not out fighting and trying to protect the only thing that matters in this world to me. I don’t know how to do much else. But, baby, I love you and we’ll work it out. Just give me a chance to work it out.”
    Mel whimpered and buried her face where his neck met his shoulder and inhaled. Dirt, sweat, sex. She wanted to tell him she loved him, too, that she’d give him as many chances as he needed, but the ability to speak hadn’t returned so she nodded her agreement.
    He gripped her ass, sliding his hands between her bottom and the workbench. The angle of his push was deeper and he rode the edge of her clit each time he was fully seated in her body. Jesus, she was going to be walking funny when he was done with her. It would be a miracle if she could walk at all.
    “God, baby…”
    She licked his neck, committing his taste to memory, again. They were a pair, for sure and she wouldn’t trade him for anyone. He set her body on fire then put out the flames. He loved her hard and often when he was home, and though when he left she felt the pain like a physical blow…
    “Melody.”
    He never said her full name. The way she never said his. They’d never needed more than the nicknames and shortened words and endearments. But now, his use of her name… She swallowed hard against the unknown.
    “Wait for me.”
    She whimpered and splintered around his cock. The orgasm rocked her full force into him but he held strong and kept stroking inside her, kept pushing and pulling, letting her ride it out. Those words repeated themselves over and over in her head.
    “Wait for me,” he said again, this time taking control of her, holding her fast and hard as he pounded her into the work surface. It had to be crushing his knuckles but he only squeezed her ass cheeks tighter as he drilled her. She’d have bruises from his fingers but it was a small price to pay for the pleasure flowing through her.
    Mel held on, his face now buried at the same spot on her that her face had been buried on him. He grunted against her skin and she felt the edges of his teeth as he nipped at her. She’d bear his marks, bites, rawness.
    Then he seized up, tightened his grip on her, and lifted his head. He roared out her name and she looked up. The cords of muscle in his neck strained and his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed hard. He dropped his gaze to hers and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
    “Wait for me, Mel. No more other guys, no more being pissed at me, no more, please… You’re all I want. You’re all I need. Just... God, Mel. Give me... Fuck it. Just wait for me.” His eyes pleaded with her. His voice was raw with emotion. He was the most