the kitchen wiping her hands on an apron, looking like Suzy Homemaker until he realized she didn’t have anything on under the apron.
Already in a holding pattern of semi-arousal since he’d punched out and left the station to make the drive to Brooklyn, his dick immediately stood to full, rigid attention.
She stepped into his arms and stood on her toes to kiss his lips as Michael hugged her close and dipped in his tongue to tease himself with a brief taste of her.
He licked his lips as he pulled back and thumbed a smudge of meat sauce and cheese from the corner of her mouth. “Mmm, tasty.
What did you make?”
“I am sure it is nothing to rival your chili, but I believe your people call it lasagna.”
“You read my mind. I’m in the mood for Italian food.”
90
Gracie C. McKeever
“I am in the mood for soul food,” she whispered and slid a thigh between his legs to rub against him.
Michael chuckled and pulled her into his arms, suddenly turning serious when he remembered his earlier discovery. “So, how was your day? Anything happen while I was out?”
“Anything like what?”
“Did you get any visitors?”
She averted her eyes and pulled away from him. “I am not sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“I thought I heard a door slamming earlier before I was fully awake. I checked the house, but did not find anything untoward. I assumed I must have been dreaming.”
He looked at her a long moment, gauging her veracity.
She fidgeted but met his glare head-on, and he caught her stray thoughts and the rest of her story, that she’d been too exhausted to hear Mrs. Knowles.
“Are you still tired?” he asked.
“Not anymore.”
“But you’re hungry?”
“It is not as critical a situation as when first we encountered one another.”
He roughly pulled her against his chest and growled, “Do you want me, Xevera?”
“I will always want you, mishva. ”
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what that last word meant, but he was sure he wasn’t ready to know.
Michael slid one arm around her back and the other beneath her thighs to lift her in his arms as he headed for the bedroom.
“What about dinner?”
“It can wait. I’m hungrier for you right now. Have been all day.”
He unceremoniously dropped her in the middle of the bed, stripping out of his dark-blue uniform shirt and white T-shirt beneath as he stalked her across the mattress.
Sentinel’s Hunger
91
Xevera lay on her back looking as powerless to move as when her legs and ankles were bound, when he turned the full force of his gaze on her.
He shot out a hand to unsnap and take off her apron before he bent his head to consume her mouth in a fierce soul kiss that set her insides on fire.
Xevera moaned and fisted his hair, finally enjoying the springy softness of the curly bush in her hands. “Clothes…take your clothes off.”
“The prisoner is still trying to give her jailer orders?”
“Please…”
Michael leered, unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down past his hips just enough to liberate his aching cock.
Without preamble, he drove into her hot channel, sliding through her wetness with ease.
“Oh, Lilith! I missed you so.”
Michael grunted a response, circling his hips with brutal precision as he bracketed her face with his hands and held her head in place to invade her mouth with a dizzying kiss.
His tongue mimicked the movement of his hips, thrusting between her lips and luring hers out for a teasing dance of give and take that had them exchanging pants of desperate desire.
When Michael’s balls tightened against his groin, his oncoming climax took him totally by surprise. He came inside Xevera with a drawn-out groan seconds later, shuddering as her vaginal muscles squeezed and milked his penis dry.
Xevera wrapped her arms and legs around him and held tight as the tremors subsided.
Michael hadn’t realized until that moment how much he had missed her holding
Already in a holding pattern of semi-arousal since he’d punched out and left the station to make the drive to Brooklyn, his dick immediately stood to full, rigid attention.
She stepped into his arms and stood on her toes to kiss his lips as Michael hugged her close and dipped in his tongue to tease himself with a brief taste of her.
He licked his lips as he pulled back and thumbed a smudge of meat sauce and cheese from the corner of her mouth. “Mmm, tasty.
What did you make?”
“I am sure it is nothing to rival your chili, but I believe your people call it lasagna.”
“You read my mind. I’m in the mood for Italian food.”
90
Gracie C. McKeever
“I am in the mood for soul food,” she whispered and slid a thigh between his legs to rub against him.
Michael chuckled and pulled her into his arms, suddenly turning serious when he remembered his earlier discovery. “So, how was your day? Anything happen while I was out?”
“Anything like what?”
“Did you get any visitors?”
She averted her eyes and pulled away from him. “I am not sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“I thought I heard a door slamming earlier before I was fully awake. I checked the house, but did not find anything untoward. I assumed I must have been dreaming.”
He looked at her a long moment, gauging her veracity.
She fidgeted but met his glare head-on, and he caught her stray thoughts and the rest of her story, that she’d been too exhausted to hear Mrs. Knowles.
“Are you still tired?” he asked.
“Not anymore.”
“But you’re hungry?”
“It is not as critical a situation as when first we encountered one another.”
He roughly pulled her against his chest and growled, “Do you want me, Xevera?”
“I will always want you, mishva. ”
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what that last word meant, but he was sure he wasn’t ready to know.
Michael slid one arm around her back and the other beneath her thighs to lift her in his arms as he headed for the bedroom.
“What about dinner?”
“It can wait. I’m hungrier for you right now. Have been all day.”
He unceremoniously dropped her in the middle of the bed, stripping out of his dark-blue uniform shirt and white T-shirt beneath as he stalked her across the mattress.
Sentinel’s Hunger
91
Xevera lay on her back looking as powerless to move as when her legs and ankles were bound, when he turned the full force of his gaze on her.
He shot out a hand to unsnap and take off her apron before he bent his head to consume her mouth in a fierce soul kiss that set her insides on fire.
Xevera moaned and fisted his hair, finally enjoying the springy softness of the curly bush in her hands. “Clothes…take your clothes off.”
“The prisoner is still trying to give her jailer orders?”
“Please…”
Michael leered, unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down past his hips just enough to liberate his aching cock.
Without preamble, he drove into her hot channel, sliding through her wetness with ease.
“Oh, Lilith! I missed you so.”
Michael grunted a response, circling his hips with brutal precision as he bracketed her face with his hands and held her head in place to invade her mouth with a dizzying kiss.
His tongue mimicked the movement of his hips, thrusting between her lips and luring hers out for a teasing dance of give and take that had them exchanging pants of desperate desire.
When Michael’s balls tightened against his groin, his oncoming climax took him totally by surprise. He came inside Xevera with a drawn-out groan seconds later, shuddering as her vaginal muscles squeezed and milked his penis dry.
Xevera wrapped her arms and legs around him and held tight as the tremors subsided.
Michael hadn’t realized until that moment how much he had missed her holding
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