BWWM Interracial Romance 6: Her Protector by Elena Brown

that made her more and more turned on by the moment. She squirmed and writhed, barely feeling the pain in her ribs, leg, and arm as she shifted alongside him. “I want you,” he murmured. “Are you—are you okay to do this?” Adriana nodded.
    “If you stop I will do my level best to kill you.” Sawyer laughed and rolled onto his back, carefully carrying Adriana with him; she carefully straddled his hips, balancing her weight on her good leg as she pried and tugged on the fly of his uniform pants. Fortunately the closure was less complicated than his shirt, and in a few moments, Sawyer helped her, easing both the pants and his underwear over his hips. Adriana felt his hands firm on her hips as she settled on top of him, rubbing against the hard, hot ridge of his erection, teasing them both until she thought she couldn’t possibly stand it anymore. She was soaking wet, feeling a bone-deep hunger that was stronger than any pain she had ever felt.
    In the dim light of his bedside table lamp, Adriana could see her dark fingers splayed across Sawyer’s shoulders, umber on pale, like shade and light mingling on a summer day through a screen of trees. The sight stayed with her as she sank down onto his length, letting him fill her up slowly. Sawyer let out a long, low groan, his hands tightening on her hips, his eyes falling closed for just a moment. They began to move together, awkwardly at first—the long separation, paired with Adriana’s limitations due to her injuries, made it difficult for them to find their mutual rhythm. But after long moments, they were both falling into a tidal rhythm, finding the perfect pace, the perfect position.
    Adriana’s pleasure mounted every moment, the friction between her body and Sawyer’s driving her closer and closer to orgasm as her heart pounded in her chest. She was moaning, murmuring his name in praise, struggling to get more and more contact, to feel him deeper and deeper inside of her. She was almost surprised when the first wave of pleasure washed through her, driving out all thought, sending tingling hot and cold flashes of sensation dancing up and down every nerve in her body as she continued to move.
    She fell against him, only dimly aware of the pain still lingering in her body, as the last of the spasms of pleasure shuddered through her. She was exhausted—but so content that she could barely imagine moving, even to get her pain pills. The pleasure hormones zinging in her blood were more potent than any synthetic, she thought in the part of her brain still capable of consciousness. Sawyer’s arms coiled around her carefully and she fell into a doze.
     

Chapter Nine
    Sawyer stood at one of the anonymous desks in the “bull pen” of the police department, waiting for the desk’s occupant. He was off duty—as was the person he was waiting for—but he wasn’t ready to go home just yet. Adriana would be working into the night, he knew; he’d wait for her to call him to confirm whether or not she was coming over.
    Ever since they had come back together, he and Adriana had been growing closer and closer—their relationship stronger than it had been before the breach that had separated them for a few weeks. Adriana was recovering from her injuries exactly as she should be, and Sawyer had told her firmly that if she needed physical therapy, he was happy to chip in. When she bristled, trying to reject the idea of his ‘charity,’ he had told her firmly—but with a joking smile—that he considered it a matter of his own pleasure; if she regained all of her mobility, they would be able to try more and more athletic forms of sex together.
    Sawyer looked up in time to see the arrival of the man he was waiting for. Kent checked at the sight of Sawyer waiting at his desk, hesitating before he continued his approach. “You need something, Barton?” Kent’s gaze was wary, still guilty even after all the time that separated them both from the altercation that had