Under Fire by Rita Henuber Page A

kisses over his chest then his belly. Disappointment shot through him when her mouth stopped short of where he wanted. The shorts off, she ran her hand up the inside of his legs, stopping to cup his balls.
    “Ahhhh.”
    “You hurting?” Her thumb made lazy circles on the end of his dick and it was a moment before he could form words to answer.
    “I wasn’t…until you…” He swallowed hard. “My dick is so hard it hurts.”
    She moved back, tugging his erection. “Come back to bed and I’ll make that feel better.”
    He didn’t need to be asked again. He kicked out of the shorts and eased down next to her. She covered him with a condom and straddled him, allowing him to feel her heat as she stroked his erection. He slipped his hand between her legs and damn near lost it. She was swollen, wet and… holy hell. He had to be inside her, now. He tried to roll her over to take charge.
    “No. Let me do everything. I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow and regret this.” She guided him to her center.
    “The only thing…I could possibly regret tomorrow…is if I wake up and find this was a dream.” He groaned as the tip of his penis penetrated her.
    “Definitely not a dream,” she said, making a graceful move to press him deep inside. Barely moving, the muscles of her lower stomach contracted and relaxed, her pelvis tilting slightly with each contraction.
    Shit. He wasn’t going to last. “Stop. I’m going to explode,” he choked out.
    “Go ahead.”
    Rico laced his fingers with hers. She leaned back and moved her hips forward. Two quick jerks and he lost control. Her body arched. She kept pumping, wild sounds escaping on each breath until her hips lurched forward, burying him so deep inside he might not find his way out. She came, but kept doing that thing with her stomach muscles, extending his pleasure, until he slipped out.
    “You—” she gasped in a breath, “—okay?” she asked, stretching out beside him.
    “Dunno. I can’t feel anything in my arms and legs.”
    They lay still. The only sounds their breathing and the whirl of the ceiling fans.
    His big head was already telling him this was a mistake. Letting the head below his waist take over command central had further complicated an already messed up situation. He maneuvered an arm around Olivia and pulled her close. She sighed, her warm breath washing over his chest.
    Fuck. Might as well enjoy the good tonight, because tomorrow it was going to be bad and ugly.

Chapter Eight
    Olivia woke to the smell of coffee. She rolled onto her back, stretched and yawned.
    “Good morning,” Rico said.
    Rising to her elbows and squinting against the bright sunlight from the high windows, she found him lounging against the kitchen counter, dressed, holding a cup in his hand. The smile that crinkled his eyes at the corners spread across his face.
    “Coffee?”
    “Yeah. What time is it?”
    “Eleven.”
    “Damn. Sorry I slept so long.”
    “Not a problem. But how about getting dressed? A tropical storm is headed for Miami. Should hit this evening and take a day or so to pass. We need to get to a market.”
    “That’s great.” She sat and the sheet fell to her waist.
    “Great?” He raised one eyebrow. “A storm is great?”
    “Yeah.” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and finger combed her hair. “It will slow the search for us. Maybe even stop it for a couple of days.”
    Rico said nothing. His gazed zeroed in on her body as she walked to him.
    “Uh, that coffee.”
    “Sorry.” He poured a cup of the delicious smelling brew.
    She took a sip. “It’s good. Are you hurting this morning?”
    “Not so much.”
    Rico took the cup from her, placed it on the counter and encircled her in his arms.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” She was going for indignant but it came out too breathless.
    “Wanted to show my appreciation for last night.” His hand cruised up and down the indent of her spine.
    “I thought it would be a good