Deadly Alliance by Kathleen Rowland

her like a river.
    He ran the tip of his cock up and down her lower lips, and she arched against him. “You’re so wet, baby.”
    She gasped. “I’m hot and ready for you.”
    “I’m going to fuck you, Amy.”
    “Please do.”
    He took off the first condom and rolled on a new one. “Just making sure.” He moved back between her legs, spread them wider and pushed inside of her. He threaded his fingers through hers, feathered kisses up her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, and then came like a vengeance. Her pussy fluttered around him in waves, and he gave a final thrust.
    They stared at each other, breathless. He rolled onto his back, and she placed her head on his chest. He said, “Let’s stay here a little while.”
    Things happened when he least expected it. He had never been one for big shows of affection. The lushness of her, the sounds she made, that thing she did with her tongue. How had he gone a day without her?
    She looked up at him, her lips swollen from his kisses. “I’m as turned on as you are.”
    He laughed. “I’m glad you negotiated our business deal.”
    “Me, too,” she said. “While I’m hiking, what are you doing tomorrow?” She asked.
    “My dad and I are driving to Los Angeles. Plan to visit Les’ parents. Check on his twin brother.”
    “Liam, dear Liam,” she mumbled while giving him a hug. She gazed around with tired half-mast eyes.
    “Tomorrow, we’ll make love in the shower.” He bent down and kissed her cheek.
    “Thank you in advance.” Her eyebrow arched.
    “Jesus, in advance,” he said and thanked the Lord for her enthusiasm.
    “I’ll need some soaping up.”
    “I’m the man for the job.” He’d let her go to sleep but looked forward to morning. His doctor warned him about a developing ulcer. Usually after drinking alcohol, his stomach was on fire. Not tonight. The last thing he remembered thinking was that she was an angel, and he was in heaven. He fell asleep in her arms.
    * * *
    Amy jerked awake with a dream of falling. Afraid, the horror she’d witnessed at the hotel loomed in her mind. She was unable to banish the images of swords, gunshots, and blood from her brain. A second later she felt a warm and large body pressed next to her.
    His arm lifted and plopped over her waist. His breath warmed her face. This is nice. That was her sole thought. She gazed at the magnificent male beside her. She needed to use the bathroom. Because he was lethal and dangerous, she felt safe walking to the master bath. If he weren’t here, she’d tough it out until morning. Moving carefully, she slid to the edge and swung her legs off the bed to the floor. Using her cellphone to see in the dark, she crept away.
    When she returned, Finn was stirring.
    She snuggled under the covers, and he rolled toward her and looked her in the eye. “You’re not a pillow hog, are you?”
    “I can be,” she said, “but right now, I’m making you comfy.” She puffed up a pillow, lifted his head, and shoved it under his other pillow. “Good? These two are mine.” Perhaps he was too tired to frame a response.
    “Two for two. Fair enough.” He smiled, looked a little worn, a little weary, and a whole lot rough around the edges. He slid her a sleepy look. “Sleep tight.”
    She watched his eyes drift shut. When their anti-crime stint was over, she’d miss that handsome face. Her lower lip quivered. She didn’t love him, did she? No one falls in love in one day. Anyway, she wasn’t about to make that stupid mistake. No way would she fall in love with a man with women drooling all over him. She wasn’t the only one wanting to suck on his huge and amazing dick.
    Listen to your brain, not your heart. She smacked her forehead with her palm as a reminder. Think clearly, her sensible side pleaded.
    Chilled, she inched closer and snuggled into his side. Their first day together was a hell of a ride. Finbar Donahue. He made her feel beautiful in a way no one else ever had. Right now it was