She tossed her head on the comforter, her neck straining, the bedclothes bunching up around her. “Wolfe,” she gasped, her internal walls clinching him in a hold so fierce his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. “More. Give me all of you.”

He gave her more, driving fast, the sound of flesh against flesh mixing with their panting breaths.

A fusillade of sparks rioted through his abdomen, making him swell.

He reached between them and stroked her swollen clit, pressing at the last second and watching her go over. Her eyes glazed, her body tightened, and she cried out, thrusting her head and gripping him so hard he’d never get free.

Her orgasm lasted forever, pulling him farther inside and caressing his hard length. Finally, she subsided, her body going lax.

His control, what was left, snapped. He pounded harder, holding her right where he wanted her, the feelings too powerful to bear. Live coils unwound in him, and he exploded, the climax splintering him for a moment into nothingness. He came back to the moment in a second of pure release, holding her tightly against him, even his legs trembling.

His head dropped, and he panted, his heart clobbering his bruised ribs. He felt no pain.

Slowly, he withdrew and set her gently on the bed, turning to take care of the condom. His heart was filled with her, and the idea of anything happening to her made his hands shake as he returned to the bed and turned her over onto her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her body limp, her voice muffled and content.

“Taking care of you.” He straddled her, careful to keep his weight off her, and reached down to knead her neck.

She moaned, her little butt wiggling against him as she snuggled into place. He gritted his teeth to keep from taking her again so soon. “A massage?” she mumbled.

“You were on your shoulders,” he said, working out a couple of knots. “I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.”

She chuckled, and her smooth body moved against him again. “Oh, I’m going to be sore, but it’s a good sore.” She sighed and brought her hands in to rest beneath her cheek. “This is nice, Wolfe.”

Nice. That was him. He brushed her hair out of the way and leaned over to kiss the nape of her neck. “I just want you ready for round two.” By the end of the night, there’d be no question that she belonged to him.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Dana couldn’t think of another argument to change Wolfe’s mind as she sat in the Deep Ops office after several hours of mission planning, the afternoon heat heavy in the room. Or rather, of listening to several hours of mission planning. He was in control and definitely sexy as he outlined the mission parameters, but man, she didn’t want him to go.