“You taste so good, love.” Slowly he trailed his tongue down one of his fingers. “I could eat you every day and never get hungry for anything else.”

“I like that plan.” I panted, trying to catch my breath, my head still spinning from the pleasure.

“Good, love, because it wasn’t up for discussion. I need you.” His green eyes were dark with desire and something else. Something much more serious.

I ran my hand over his shaft, enjoying the way his breath whistled out between his teeth. Carefully I let my nails drag along the tender skin, cupping his balls, and enjoying the way his eyes drifted shut.

“Are you ready, love? Or do you want to keep touching me?” He braced a hand on either side of me against the dresser. “I love the way your hands feel on me.”

“Ready for what?” My breathing hitched and moisture began to gather between my legs once more.

“It’s my turn.” He looked at me with hooded eyes. His hands slipped down to cup my ass and lifted me to the top of the dresser. “I want you hard and fast, screaming my name.”

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his mouth to mine. “Then take me, Owen. Now.”

He wasted no time. Sliding home in one hard thrust he groaned loudly and dropped his head to my shoulder, breathing heavily.

“God, you feel like heaven,” he whispered against my neck. His hips began to move, pulling back so that only his swollen head rubbed along my clitoris, before filling me again with a powerful thrust.

He wasn’t gentle. His movements were greedy, hungry for me and what I could give him. One of his hands grasped my hip while the other massaged my breast. I met him thrust for thrust, leaning back to brace against the wall behind the dresser, and watched him as he moved.

The muscles along his chest and abdomen constricted tightly with effort, his biceps rigid as he held me, sweat gathering on his brow. His green eyes watched me, drinking in my details as I did his. Despite my earlier orgasm, my body responded to him willingly, as if I had been waiting for this moment—the moment he took me without hesitation. Reaching between us I massaged my fingers against the spot that would push me over the edge. His eyes widened and his jaw clenched firmly.

Arching my back I groaned loudly, nearing my peak. I had never been pushed over the edge just watching a man enjoy my body, but that’s what Owen did to me. The way he looked at me, as if I was a goddess, made me feel sexy and powerful.

His movements came faster, his hand on my breast tightening as the dresser slammed against the wall, again and again. I met him thrust for thrust, wanting to give him all that he needed. Knowing that this was more than physical need and desire. It was so much more.

“Owen, please… there. There. Owen.” I gasped the words.

I climaxed the moment he stiffened, my body grabbing at his hungrily, milking him dry. He half grunted, half groaned before leaning forward and pressing his head between my breasts.

I’d never felt so satisfied.

BREATHE. I HAD to remind myself to breathe. With my face pressed between Ava’s delicate breasts it seemed more like a suggestion than a necessity.

“Ah, fuck, love. That was perfect.” I took a ragged breath and looked up at her. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She brushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled at me. She wiggled a little and I stood up, removing my weight from her. “But I think there is a model airplane stabbing my back.”

“Can’t have that.” I scooped her off the dresser and deposited her perfect bottom on the bed before climbing in to wrap her in my arms.

She wasted no time curling into me, her hand on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her sweet face looking up at me with smiling eyes. She looked sated, satisfied, and pride welled in my chest. I’d put that smile on her face, that dazed, groggy look in her eyes. She sighed, content.

“I love those sexy little sounds you make.” I leaned in so I could nip at her ear. “Especially when you’re loud and telling me what you want.”

“I think we may have been more than a little loud.” She whispered, her cheeks darkening.

“Good.” I shifted so I could pull her even closer. “Teach that boy not to look at what’s not his.”

She snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding. Jealous of a pimply teenager?”

“Not jealous. Just asserting my claim.”

“Your claim?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Damn right.” I kissed the creases on her nose. God help anyone that tried to get between me and this woman.

“And what about the geriatric woman on oxygen? I’m supposed to just be okay with that?” Her eyebrows drew together.

“What’s that?” Had she hit her head on the wall while we made love?

“You said you’d seduce some woman if we needed her to get into the casino.” Hurt flashed in her eyes before she tucked it away. “You’re not the only one with a claim, Mr. Assassin. I don’t fuck random people on dressers. You’re mine, too.”

MINE, my mind screamed. Yes, she was mine. The thought of her with someone else sent a surge of rage through my system and I took a deep breath. I had no right to claim this beautiful woman, but it was too late. She had found a place in my heart and I would kill anyone that tried to take her away.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at me.

“Look, I know you’re used to working in this underground world by yourself, but you said we were in this together.” She touched my chest above my heart. “Together. And you aren’t the only one with anger issues. I punched Julie Sage in eighth grade for kissing Tommy Bend. She knew I liked him, but kissed him anyway. I’m not sure what I would do if you took someone else to bed.” Her fingers clenched on my chest and I was shocked to see the fierceness in her gaze.